Tasting Pleasure (9 page)

She screamed as Mr. Devonshire reached between her thighs and took hold of the heavy chain, but he removed the clamps with care. Despite the horrific sensation from the blood pouring back into her nipples, Alicia felt herself start to tremble as the beginnings of an orgasm formed deep within her body. Mr. Devonshire caressed her hips, soothing her, and his touch caused her to cry out again, this time with longing. She buried her face into the mattress, wanting more. Her body shook with both pain and pleasure as Mr. Devonshire’s warm, soft lips gently suckled her clit.

“That’s it, my little companion,” Mr. Devonshire murmured, raising his head to look at her. “Ride it. You’ve earned the pleasure.”

Alicia squirmed as he resumed his licking and kissing then began to stroke and pet the length of her back as well. After several long, blissful moments, the orgasm washed over her, slowly at first then with an increasing crescendo that seemed to go on and on. At last the waves of pleasure crashed to a close, and he ceased his suckling. Still he continued to massage her back, soothing her senses.

Suddenly she felt the cool, soothing lubrication enter her arse. She closed her eyes, knowing that soon he would enter her. She was pleased that her internal cleansing would pay off. To her surprise, though, instead of his cock, Mr. Devonshire inserted first one, then two, then three fingers into her arse. He worked them in and out, Alicia matching her movements to his. She bolted upright with shock and pleasure as he simultaneously pushed a fourth finger into her arse and his cock into her waiting pussy. Never had she felt such fullness. Maverick shoved her head back onto the bed.

“Don’t make me punish you again,” he commanded.

 
She tightened her muscles around him, crying out with the glory of encasing him within her body. He reached his remaining hand around to grasp a breast, squeezing her bruised nipple between his fingers. Colour exploded in her mind as Alicia screamed her release. Before the fiery prism had dissipated, she cried out again as Mr. Devonshire’s warmth spurted deep within her.

Chapter Seven

Chicken Appetisers

2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

1 pimento (sweet red) pepper

6 strips bacon

Salt and pepper to taste

Trim chicken breasts and cut them into three strips each. Season the meat to taste, but go easy on the salt. Clean pepper and slice into 6 strips. Place one strip of pepper on top of a strip of chicken. Wrap a slice of bacon around this, forming a tight bundle. Secure with a toothpick or skewer if necessary. Bake in a 400 degree oven about 15 minutes or until bacon is crispy and chicken thoroughly cooked.

Late the next morning, Alicia signed for a package. Excited, she glanced at the return label and saw Maverick’s name and address. She grasped the parcel to her chest, hugged it and ran to the sitting room. Ripping open the card, she scanned the contents:

My darling,

Below you will find the time and directions for your rendezvous with Paul. He will be expecting you. While his ‘tastes’ are similar to mine, you will, naturally, adjust to his needs. Nothing marks a well-trained companion so well as versatility. As to his taste in food—anything goes. He’s used to subsisting on frozen meals or take-out. Prepare an overnight bag in case he requests your presence for an extended time. Wear what you will to his home, but change into the enclosed ensemble when you arrive. You are to follow whatever he desires—his birthday was last weekend, and you are my gift to him.

Mr. Devonshire

Alicia sighed, smiling to herself.
A gift!
She was the gift! How wonderful was that? She purred with anticipation while tearing apart the package.

Oh, my!
Alicia’s eyes widened as she lifted out a sheer, black apron, a black garter belt, fishnet stockings and three and a half inch black patent leather stiletto heels. Running her hand nervously down her braid, she couldn’t help but wonder what Paul’s ‘tastes’ would be.

Two hours later, Alicia arrived at her destination. Struggling to carry in her overnight bag and two sacks of groceries, she finally found the Hide-a-Key and managed to unlock Paul’s door. She quickly located the kitchen and deposited the sacks on a counter, dropping the overnight bag on the floor. Only then did she glance around the house.

She stood in shock, taking in the beauty around her. Mr. Devonshire’s friend was indeed Paul Tenegal. Brilliant colours and astounding textures jumped at her from every direction. Not bothering with canvases in his own home, Mr. Tenegal had simply splayed the paint boldly across the walls and ceiling. Purples, blues, greens swirled to form vibrant, living shapes.

Alicia’s eyes travelled the length of the hallway, and she eventually found the bathroom. Here, the man’s genius shone. The tub itself was a mass of greens and blues, a perfect imitation of a stormy sea. The ceiling was a light blue with white patterns superimposed, creating the illusion of a tumultuous sky. The walls radiated a light green, the grey streaks seemed to move, mirroring rain. Alicia could only shake her head in amazement. If a man could create such beauty with nothing but a brush and paint, what else could his hands do?

Quickly, Alicia changed into the outfit which Maverick had provided. Normally she would have waited, first completing her cooking and then changing. But, unsure of when Paul would be home, she thought it best to be prepared for an early arrival. One thing was certain—she would not disappoint Maverick by failing to meet Paul’s needs.

Cooking in stilettos, Alicia found, was a challenge, as she almost turned an ankle while carrying a jug of cream to the counter. Cooking topless, though, was an even more dangerous endeavour. When taking the appetisers—bacon wrapped chicken breasts—out of the oven, she had almost touched a nipple to the open oven door. Luckily she had pulled back just in time, nearly dropping the tray of food.

With the stuffed pork tenderloin and baby potatoes resting in a warm oven and the salad crisping in the refrigerator, Alicia was placing crackers around a small plate of cheese selections when she heard the front door open.

Unsure of what to do, she continued working, hoping Paul would soon direct her. She bent over the table, adding the bacon wrapped chicken to the plate, her heavy breasts swinging inches above the appetisers. Fully aware of Paul’s presence, she lifted the plate and walked to him, keeping her eyes down.

“Please, sir, would you like an appetiser?” she asked.

She watched as short, squared-off fingers selected a piece of cheddar cheese. Silently she waited before him.

“So,” he began, “you’re my birthday present.”

Alicia felt wetness between her thighs. The timbre of the man’s voice reached inside her, tantalising her with its sensuality. She remained silent.

“You’ve dressed to please me. I’ve always had a fondness for a woman in stockings, fishnets in particular. And nothing holds more appeal than a set of beautiful, naked breasts. Maverick’s idea, I suppose,” he said.

Again she remained silent. Whether from shyness or fear, she couldn’t seem to find her voice.
Damn!
When would she ever grow a backbone? She hated this chronic coyness and had thought her time with Maverick had given her new confidence. But here she was again, blushing and tongue-tied. This gorgeous man must think her an idiot!

“Look at me,” he quietly directed.

Alicia finally looked up and found herself staring into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He raised a hand and carelessly swiped at the brown locks which had fallen over his forehead. He placed a finger beneath her chin then ran the tip along her jaw line.

“I am familiar with Maverick’s companions—and all of his rules. He has often invited me over for an evening of…play. Honestly, I have enjoyed every moment of those evenings—who wouldn’t?” He laughed and dropped his hand from her face. “You’ll find I’m a bit more low key. There will be no punishments this evening. Serve me as you see fit. Also, my name is Paul,” he added, then popped a piece of cooled chicken into his mouth. “My father is referred to as Mr. Tenegal, not me. Actually, I forbid you to call me ‘Mr. Tenegal’. You may instead call me by any name you wish.” He grinned.

Alicia felt a wave a pride as Paul closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the flavour of her cooking.

“My God. I haven’t tasted anything that good since…well…never. Don’t be afraid of me, Alicia,” Paul said with a smile. “Don’t be nervous. You’ll find I’m not hard to please. In truth, if you simply want to serve me the food and engage me in conversation, I will be thrilled. I’m a man who appreciates beauty. Just looking at those lovely breasts—well! I could be happy staring at them all night!”

“Oh no,” Alicia began, “I have my orders. I am to serve you in any way you desire. If I don’t…”

“Shhh.” He placed a finger against her lips. “No matter what happens tonight, I will give your Master a raving review.” He brought her hand up to his lips and gently kissed it. “I just wanted you to know, there is no pressure here. Why don’t we just see where the evening takes us?”

Alicia smiled with relief. She had worried about pleasing a complete stranger. Over the last few weeks, she had realised that her greatest pleasure came from giving joy to others. Totally focusing on the needs of her partner was liberating. Still, despite her attraction to Paul, she had no idea what his expectations were. His words eased her mind and eased some of her shyness.

“In that case, Paul, why don’t you change into something more comfortable and relax while I prepare you a cocktail? What would you like?”

“A gin and tonic, please. And whatever you’d like for yourself.” He kissed her cheek then walked down the hallway.

Alicia hummed to herself as she prepared the drinks—a gin and tonic for him and an Irish whiskey straight for her. That was easy enough. When Paul walked back into the combination kitchen and dining room area wearing tight jeans and a white T-shirt, she silently handed him the tall glass. Knowing it was rude to stare, Alicia tried to avert her eyes from the man’s incredible body. Hopefully he didn’t notice that her mouth had dropped open in pure appreciation of his physique.

“Please,” she began, “won’t you be seated so I can serve you dinner?”

“You will be joining me, won’t you?” he asked, eyeing her breasts over the edge of his glass.

“If you like,” she said. “Tonight, as you know, I will do anything, everything you ask.”

“In that case, you will definitely be joining me,” he answered, reaching to tweak a nipple as he seated himself.

Alicia laughed and found she was beginning to enjoy dining in the buff.

She glowed with pleasure throughout the meal as she watched Paul’s expression while he devoured her food. At one point he actually moaned after tasting the apple-bourbon cake she served for dessert. When they finished the meal, Alicia stood up and began to clear the table.

“No,” Paul interrupted her work, “you cooked. I’ll clean up.”

“But—” she began.

“No buts. Tonight you do whatever I say. Right?”

“Right,” she hesitated.

“I actually like cleaning up. Why don’t you find your way to the bedroom and turn on the stereo. Find something you like. Relax a bit.” He ran his hand down her arm. “I have a feeling a little rest now will be quite beneficial later.”

Alicia smiled in return and nodded. Feeling brave, she stood on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Paul patted her behind and gently turned her in the direction of the bedroom.
What an incredible man!
While she truly didn’t mind the clean-up stage of cooking, it wasn’t exactly her favourite chore. Besides, she would welcome the chance to get off her feet for a few minutes.

When she arrived in Paul’s bedroom, she was again struck by the dynamic hues. Rather than a stormy scene, though, the colours splashed against the walls and ceiling in this room radiated excitement. Brilliant reds merged into burnt orange, flecks of gold sparkled with life. Jagged pieces of mirrored glass mounted to the walls reflected every movement, every nuance. The thick, white carpet covering the floor invited bare feet—or bodies—to indulge in its softness. Gold sconces cradling unlit tea-light candles lined the walls in an asymmetrical pattern. Dominating the room was a large, king-sized bed filled with fluffy pillows and inviting quilts. The room was designed with sex in mind.

Alicia picked up a box of matches and began to light the candles. The room glowed with warmth, and a faint scent of lavender brushed the air. She smiled in satisfaction as she flipped through the CDs lining a shelf opposite the bed. Finally settling on some smooth jazz, Alicia loaded the CD player and climbed onto the bed. Within minutes she had snuggled into the cushions and drifted off to sleep.

“You looked too peaceful to disturb,” he said some time later, handing her a glass of wine.

“I’m sorry,” Alicia stammered. “I should have heard you come in and been ready for you.”
Damn!
She should never have allowed herself to relax so completely!

Paul laughed. “No way! Not with the padding and plush carpets. Besides, I like to look at beautiful things, and that would certainly be you. Like I said before,” he continued, taking a sip of wine and sitting on the edge of the bed, “we’ll just see where the evening leads us. Stop trying so hard to please me. You already do.”

Alicia sipped her wine, giving herself time to digest this information. With Jeffrey, it seemed that she could never please him—little wonder considering he was gay. Maverick, on the other hand, issued commands, so she knew exactly what his expectations were. Now, though, she was without direction.

“I know this may sound odd,” she began, “but unless you give me some instruction, I just don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, let me be direct then,” he stated.

“Yes, please,” Alicia said, relieved.

“You have the loveliest breasts I have ever seen, and I’ve seen quite a few! I’m what you would call a tit man—Maverick, I’m sure, remembered this when he chose your outfit.
I want to touch them, lick them.” He set down his glass of wine and held both her breasts in his hands. “I want to kiss them, suck on the nipples.” He dropped a quick kiss on the valley between her luscious globes.

Alicia caught her breath in her throat.

“I want to paint their image onto my mind, capture their texture, their taste, their warmth.” He punctuated his words with kisses surrounding the base of each breast.

Alicia dropped her head back against the pillows and nearly spilled the glass. Paul took it from her and held it above her right nipple. Slowly he dripped the red wine onto the bud, licking the Merlot from her skin, seeming not to care if scarlet liquid stained his beautiful bedding. Alicia squirmed beneath the onslaught, arching her back, craving more.

“You are delightful,” he whispered before capturing her left nipple with his teeth and giving it a gentle tug. He wrapped his tongue around the nub, teasing it into erectness.

Alicia moaned with pleasure. His strong hand gently caressed the other breast, his fingers twisting her right nipple. The combination of his warm, soft mouth on one side and his cool, hard fingers on the other drove Alicia to distraction. Crying out, she buried her fingers in his hair and shivered her release. How could this man cause her to come just by playing with her tits? That was a new, not to mention wonderful, experience.