Authors: Natasha Rostova
The Naked Truth (17 page)
When she got to the theatre, she peered out between the curtains as the audience began arriving. The house was only half full, but Adam arrived early and took a seat in the front row. Tess grinned. He’d changed into a freshly pressed suit and tie, and he sat there looking all around him as if he suddenly found himself in a new universe. What an adorable fellow he was.
‘Five minutes, Tess,’ the stage manager said.
Tess pulled the diaphanous folds of her gown over her naked body and took her position in the centre of the stage. Her assistants positioned themselves on either side of her. As the lights came on and the curtains parted, Tess lost herself in the movements of her performance. Her assistants slowly tore the gown from her body as she spun and writhed in time to the piped music. She loved the sensation of being naked in front of an audience, knowing that all eyes were on her body. There was something both liberating and vulnerable about it at the same time. And the paint! Slathering her body with paint, rubbing against the canvases, stimulating her nipples . . . by the time the performance was over, she was always highly aroused.
She danced and painted for over and hour and a half before taking her bows. Due to the blinding lights, she could only see the people in the first few rows of the theatre. Adam was watching her with a wide-eyed expression as he applauded along with the rest of the crowd. In fact, he even gave her a one-man standing ovation. Tess smiled and winked at him before going back to her dressing room to shower. She was going to miss doing the
Paint
performance, but she was also greatly looking forward to reviving
Sexology
.
Paint
performance, but she was also greatly looking forward to reviving
Sexology
.
‘Tess?’ A knock sounded at the door.
‘Yeah, come in.’ Tess slipped into a robe and scrubbed her wet hair with a towel.
One of her assistants poked his head in to the room. ‘There’s a fellow here to see you. Said you invited him backstage. Name’s Adam.’
‘Sure, let him in.’
Adam appeared in the doorway, clutching his programme. ‘Wow, Tess. That was amazing.’
Tess smiled. ‘Thanks, Adam. I’m glad you liked it.’
He gestured towards the stage. ‘I just bought one of the paintings. The blue one.’
Tess was delighted that he’d actually purchased one of her final paintings. ‘Really? Thank you.’
‘Yeah, I thought it would go with the blueberry candle.’ He smiled weakly. ‘You know, blue colours and . . . and everything.’
Tess chuckled. She wanted to hug him, even though she’d never considered herself to be a particularly hug-oriented type of person. She picked up a bottle of champagne from her dressing table and held it up.
‘Would you like some? The theatre owner sent it to me this evening.’
‘Sure.’
‘Sit down.’ Tess gestured to the couch and began unwrapping the foil of the bottle. She popped the cork and poured two glasses, then went to lock the door before settling down next to Adam. ‘So, have you given any further thought to participating in
Sexology
?’
Sexology
?’
Adam sipped his champagne and rubbed his nose. ‘Um, I don’t know.’
‘You wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do,’ Tess assured him. She reached out and touched a few strands of his sandy hair, brushing them between her fingers. Adam blushed. God, he was cute. She wanted to ravish him.
‘I’ll . . . I’ll t-think about it,’ Adam stammered. He glanced at her with both wariness and fascination in those blue eyes. ‘You were really amazing tonight.’
‘Being on stage is such a high for me,’ Tess explained. ‘Getting naked in front of all those people and letting the music get into my blood. And all that paint really feels incredibly sexy.’
‘You still have some there.’ Adam pointed to Tess’s neck.
Tess touched the hollow of her throat, rubbing off a bit of red paint. She smiled wryly. ‘That’s the trouble, though. I never seem to be able to scrub it all off.’
They looked at each other for a moment. Tess eased her fingers a little more deeply into Adam’s hair. She didn’t want to scare him away, since he seemed as skittish as a kitten. His throat worked as he swallowed hard, but he didn’t move.
‘So, um, what kind of things would you want me to do in the
Sexology
show?’ Adam asked, then quickly added, ‘provided I agree to participate, of course.’
Sexology
show?’ Adam asked, then quickly added, ‘provided I agree to participate, of course.’
‘Of course,’ Tess replied. ‘Whatever you want, Adam. If you don’t want to be pierced, then maybe we can get you involved with a caning or bondage of some sort.’
A deep flush coloured Adam’s cheeks. ‘I don’t know.’
‘If you’ve never done it before, then we can always have a practice session.’ Tess was so fascinated by the young man’s shyness, not to mention turned on by her performance, that she felt her pussy start to quiver and dampen. She eased a little closer to Adam. ‘I won’t hurt you. I promise.’
He swallowed again and reached up to tug his tie away from his throat as if it were choking him. ‘I know.’
Tess frowned slightly. ‘You’re not a virgin, are you, Adam?’
‘Oh no,’ he assured her hastily. ‘I’ve been with . . . with a woman.’
‘
A
woman?’ Tess asked. ‘And men?’
A
woman?’ Tess asked. ‘And men?’
‘Yeah, and a man, too. Not at the same time, of course.’
‘Of course,’ Tess murmured. She reached up to work the knot of his tie, watching him closely for signs of freaking out. He seemed nervous, but not about to bolt out of the room. Slowly, Tess pulled off his tie and pushed his jacket over his shoulders. Adam didn’t protest. His breathing became slightly erratic as Tess began unbuttoning his starched shirt. She couldn’t wait to touch him.
Flashing him a smile, she knelt on the couch and helped him off with his shirt. He had a lovely chest, pale and covered with a light mat of blonde hair. His little nipples poked forward. Adam blanched a bit when Tess stroked her hand over his chest, but there was no way she was letting him go now. She captured his earlobe between her teeth. He smelled like soap and shaving cream. Her pussy was starting to throb.
‘It’s OK, Adam,’ she breathed. ‘I just find you very attractive.’
Her hand slipped down to his bulging penis. She squeezed it lightly, smiling as he drew in a breath.
‘So, was the man Tony Manicotti?’ Tess asked. She unzipped his trousers and tugged them over his hips.
‘The . . . the man?’
‘The man you slept with.’
‘Oh! Oh, no. That was a chap in college.’ Adam watched as Tess bent to take his penis in her mouth. His hips jerked forward.
Tess slid her lips over his shaft, enjoying the taste and scent of him. He was already fully erect, and she reached between his legs to fondle his balls. Little gasps began to emerge from Adam’s throat as she worked her lips and tongue on him. She pulled away and glanced up at him. He was an endearing sight with his head leaning against the wall, his eyes half-closed as he watched her sucking his prick. She laved his shaft with her tongue and pressed a wet kiss on the engorged tip before pulling away.
Tess sat up and shrugged herself out of her robe. Adam stared at her for a moment, then reached up tentatively to touch one of her breasts. His odd innocence aroused her like few things had before. She imagined herself teaching him all sorts of kinky acts that he probably didn’t even know existed. She let Adam palm her breasts, plucking at her nipples as if he’d never seen such tantalising things before in his life. Then Tess reached into the drawer of the side-table and pulled out two pairs of leather handcuffs. She climbed off the couch.
‘Lie down,’ she instructed.
‘But, I want –’
‘Lie down,’ Tess commanded, a bit more forcefully.
Adam gaped at her before he stretched out on the couch, his penis twitching. Tess admired the lean, pale length of his body before she straddled his waist and grasped his wrists. With a few expert manoeuvres, she cuffed each of his hands above his head, lashing him to the legs of a nearby table. Adam’s eyes were wide with excitement and a hint of trepidation.
Tess smiled and rocked back and forth to let her cunt rub against his belly, enjoying the sensation of his hairs brushing her damp folds. She bent to kiss him, stroking her tongue over his luscious lips. Ah, he tasted like sweet champagne and naiveté.
‘So, tell me this,’ she murmured. ‘There isn’t really a Tony Manicotti, is there?’
‘Uh . . . Tony?’ Adam blushed.
‘You were lying to me, weren’t you?’ Tess asked, instilling a scolding note in her voice. She kissed her way over his neck to his chest and began sucking on one of his nipples. Adam gave a moan of pleasure as his body tensed.
‘No, I –’
Tess bit down hard on his nipple. Adam yelped and bucked up off the couch as much as he could with his hands cuffed.
‘Hey, that hurt!’
Tess narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. ‘It was supposed to. I don’t like it when people lie to me.’
‘I . . . OK, OK. There is no Tony Manicotti.’
Tess clambered off him and went to her dressing table. She removed a switch from a drawer and returned to Adam. His mouth dropped open as she flicked the tip over one of his nipples.
‘Are you going to . . . ow!’
Tess brought the switch down lightly over his abdomen. ‘Just a little reminder that you’re not to lie to me again.’
She patterned a series of criss cross red lines over his chest and stomach. Tess made certain that she wasn’t hitting him too hard, but Adam was such a cream puff that he yelped and squirmed with every lash. His prick bobbed and trembled as Tess slapped his thighs, leaving delicious marks that she would soon soothe with her tongue. Her blood surged at the thought.
‘Ow, ow, ow!’ Sweat broke out on Adam’s forehead, his hips bucking every which way like popcorn kernels in hot oil.
Tess realised that she would have to teach him how to take a mild whipping. More severe ones would come later. She put the switch aside and bent to lick the thin, hot welts. Whimpers emerged from Adam’s throat as Tess stroked her tongue over his belly and thighs to cool the heated flesh. She loved the feeling of his hot skin underneath her tongue, knowing she had the power to soothe the same pain she had created.
She tossed her hair away from her face and levelled a look on him. His face was red and splotchy, his chest heaving.
‘Understand?’ Tess asked quietly.
Adam gulped and nodded.
‘You work for Logan Waterford, don’t you? Callie’s husband.’
He stared at her with a stunned expression. ‘H-how did you know?’
Tess’s mouth twisted in amusement. ‘Considering Callie works for me, it wasn’t difficult to figure out. Did he hire you to find him?’
‘No . . . I . . . he hired a private detective. I was supposed to h-help, that’s all.’
Tess braced her hands on either side of his head, leaning over him and gazing down into his eyes.
‘So, Adam,’ she murmured. ‘Were you talking about Logan? Is he the refined, sexy, masculine boss you think so highly of?’
Adam closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Sweat dripped from his temples. ‘I just . . . he’s just so . . .’
‘What would you like him to do to you?’ Tess whispered.
Adam’s eyes flew open. ‘Do to me?’
‘Don’t you want him to fuck you with his big cock?’ Tess’s lips curved. ‘I imagine he has one, you know. Not just a cock, but a nice, thick, long one. Don’t you think?’
Adam’s skin darkened to a deep red. ‘P-probably.’
‘Mmm. I’d love to feel that pumping into my pussy. Wouldn’t you like to feel it easing in your arse? Nice and slow, filling you up.’
Adam gasped. His prick fairly leapt underneath her, making her smile. The poor dear, Tess thought. Unrequited lust for the man he worked for. She rubbed her pussy against him again and slid backwards a bit, lowering her breasts to his level.
‘Go on,’ she whispered. ‘Suck.’
Adam opened his eyes and stared at her jutting nipple before taking it between his lips. Quivers of pleasure slipped through Tess’s body. Adam sucked her nipple with growing enthusiasm, running his tongue around the areola. Tess let him suckle her other breast before reaching over to pick up the switch again.
Adam moaned. ‘Not again, Tess, please.’
‘Don’t worry, darling.’ A wave of tenderness rose in Tess as she looked at Adam’s helpless, panting form. What a dear boy he was. She scooted down to spread Adam’s legs apart. He watched her with growing trepidation.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Helping you live out a fantasy.’ Tess positioned the handle of the switch at the ring of his cute, little anus. ‘Close your eyes and pretend this is Logan’s cock.’
‘What?’ Adam’s body strained as he fought to sit upright. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Relax,’ Tess murmured. ‘I promise this will feel good.’
Once she had the handle positioned correctly, she straddled his cock and eased it into her moist pussy. He filled her deliciously, his own juices easing the path of his penetration. Adam groaned as his hips strained upward. Tess smiled and began to ride him, working herself up and down with increasing force. As she did so, she reached behind her to thrust the handle slowly into Adam’s arse. He sucked in a gasp of air, then grunts of exhilaration started coming from his throat as the handle slipped in. He came within seconds, his body jerking as he cried out and spilled into her. Tess reached down to rub her clit, bringing herself to her own orgasm before Adam went limp. She threw her head back and bucked her hips, absorbing the fierce sensations that ripped through her body.
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