Authors: Natasha Rostova
The Naked Truth (20 page)
Callie gave her a slight smile. ‘Actually, you were quite a magnificent sight. I’m just sorry it was like railing at a statue.’
Tess chuckled and squeezed Callie’s arm. ‘Don’t worry. The spell will take effect. It just might take a little time. Obviously, we can’t expect immediate results.’
‘Obviously,’ Callie agreed. She sent up a silent prayer to whatever
loa
might be watching over her to hurry up and start doing his or her job.
loa
might be watching over her to hurry up and start doing his or her job.
Chapter Nine
L
ord, but it was hot under these lights. Like being on a planet with a dozen blazing suns. Perspiration trickled down Adam’s back. He squinted at the faces of the audience, hoping that no one he knew was out there. How had he got into this position? Well, he knew how he’d got into
this
particular position, since Tess had tied him into it, but what in the world was he doing on stage?
ord, but it was hot under these lights. Like being on a planet with a dozen blazing suns. Perspiration trickled down Adam’s back. He squinted at the faces of the audience, hoping that no one he knew was out there. How had he got into this position? Well, he knew how he’d got into
this
particular position, since Tess had tied him into it, but what in the world was he doing on stage?
Oh, they were about to twirl him again. Adam closed his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t puke as one of Tess’s beefy assistants spun the large wheel. Adam felt his entire body spinning, his stomach ending up where his head should be and vice versa. No wonder he hadn’t liked carnival rides as a kid. His constitution was clearly not made for being twirled around on a huge wheel. In front of several dozen people, no less.
The wheel came to a slow halt, leaving Adam hanging upside down. He squirmed slightly. Prior to the show, Tess had helped him into a pair of leather trousers with an open crotch that left his penis hanging in the breeze. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he wasn’t surprised that Tess had managed to talk him into it. He saw her moving towards him, and he gazed adoringly at her legs. She was so magnificent.
The thumping sound of German industrial music filled the theatre through hidden speakers, increasing the intense density of the air. Two other people, a woman and a man, lay lashed to boards, each decked out in some form of leather or chains. Adam squirmed again, hoping that Tess would take pity on his aching penis. Instead she smiled at him and removed a cat-o-nine-tails from her belt, letting him suck on the handle before she nodded at the assistant to spin the wheel again. Around and around Adam went as Tess began slapping him with the leather straps. Adam moaned and yelped and writhed around, both with real pain and with awareness of the audience. Hell, he was getting dizzy. Thankfully, the wheel landed upright this time, and he had a chance to clear his head. He also liked being upright, since he could watch Tess strutting around, having her way with the other two participants.
She was dressed in thigh-high boots and a leather apron that left her rounded buttocks bare. Lace gloves reached her elbows. Her hair was teased into spiky points, and she wore gobs of silver and black make-up. She looked incredible as she performed strange manoeuvres in time with the music, dancing like a ballerina one minute and break dancer the next. Wielding various implements of leather and metal, she whipped her three slaves into a frenzy of arousal, fucking the two men and masturbating the woman until they were all torturously poised on the brink of rapture. Tess refused to let anyone come, however, making them lick her boots and kiss her nipples for her own pleasure.
The audience appeared to be enraptured with the performance. Almost every seat had been filled, and not a single person walked out. Finally, as the music crescendoed into the sound of crushing metal, Tess approached two of the slaves, ignoring Adam, and brought them both to orgasm, fucking the woman with the handle of a whip and masturbating the man with an industrial rubber glove. The audience sat in stunned silence for a moment as the music crashed to a halt, and then burst into applause. Tess smiled happily, her skin damp with sweat as she took her bows and gestured towards her loyal slaves.
As the hot, aroused audience filtered out, Tess and her assistants removed the slaves from their wheels. With relief, Adam saw one of the assistants move towards him. Finally he would be freed from this contraption.
‘Wait!’ Tess held up her hand. ‘Not him.’
The assistant shrugged and went backstage. Adam squirmed. His arm and leg muscles were killing him from being in a spread-eagle position for so long.
‘Tess, please,’ he whined. ‘This is starting to hurt.’
‘I know, precious.’ Tess paused in front of him and smiled, reaching out to pat his cheek with her hand. The lace of her glove rasped against his damp skin in a rather erotic friction.
Adam was aware of the other people leaving the stage. He wondered what Tess was going to do to him. His body quivered at the thought. She was always so full of surprises. Then, to his utter surprise, she leant forward to kiss him.
‘You were so marvellous, do you know that?’ she murmured against his lips. ‘I’m so proud of you.’
Happiness swelled in Adam’s heart. ‘You are? Really?’
‘I am,’ Tess said. ‘Sean and Anna have both done this before, but this was your very first performance. You’re a natural, Adam. A pure natural.’
Adam beamed. ‘Thanks. I enjoyed it, too.’
His prick was still throbbing, his arms ached, and he was hotter than a daisy in the desert, but he no longer cared. Tess’s praise was like a salve to all his discomfort. She placed her hands on his bare chest, rubbing them over his skin. Her lace gloves were surprisingly rough. She tweaked his nipples and then grasped his cock in her fist. Adam gasped at the sensation of the lace against his pained flesh.
‘Oh, fuck, Tess, that hurts.’
‘Not for long,’ Tess murmured. She flashed him a smile and began stroking him up and down, moving her hand faster and faster until her lace glove chaffed his skin and aroused him to untold heights. ‘I want you to come like a fucking rocket.’
Adam whimpered as pressure built in his prick, augmenting the ache that he’d been suffering for the last hour. Tess slipped her other hand underneath him and began to caress his tender balls. Adam closed his eyes and tried to absorb the painful, wonderful combination of Tess’s touch and the lace glove. He bucked his hips forward and let out a cry of both pain and delight as he spurted all over Tess’s hand and the front of her leather apron. Tess scraped her thumb over his sensitive glans, sending a wave of shocked pain up Adam’s spine. He groaned. She smiled and stepped away.
‘I’m becoming quite fond of you, Adam.’
He opened his eyes to look at her. ‘You are?’
‘Are you going to help me out with all my performances?’ she asked, stripping off her gloves.
Adam nodded, his chest heaving. ‘Yes. Do I have to be on this wheel all the time?’
‘No. This is a series, meaning that I do something a little different for every performance.’ She reached up to unstrap his hands, giving his sore muscles a quick massage.
The relief was so great that Adam could have cried. Tess unstrapped his legs and helped him off the wheel, grasping his arm to steady him as he wobbled and tried to regain his balance.
‘You know, I’ll bet they used something like that during the Inquisition,’ Adam said.
Tess lifted her eyebrows. ‘Now there’s an interesting idea.’
‘The Inquisition?’
‘Yes. We could do a performance with a Spanish Inquisition setting. We could wear red robes and strap people to wooden torture devices. And the music could be very haunting – church chants or choral music. Wouldn’t that be fantastic?’
Adam rubbed his now-limp penis and winced slightly. ‘Yes, but do I have to be on one of the torture devices?’
Tess chuckled. ‘We’ll see. Perhaps you can have a different role for that.’ She kissed him again. ‘Really, Adam, it’s a wonderful idea.’
‘You thought of it,’ Adam reminded her, even as his heart lightened at her compliment.
‘We’ll work on the logistics together,’ Tess said. She settled down on a folding chair and spread her legs. ‘But before we think about that, you can do a little something for me.’
Adam didn’t even have to question what. He went down on his knees in front of her, pushing up her apron as he plunged his tongue into her cunt. God, she smelled like heaven. She was wet and dripping with both arousal and exertion. Tess cried out with pleasure and tightened her thighs around his head. Adam licked up salty droplets as he circled her pussy with his tongue and sucked on her clit. He thought that he could quite happily live in this position for years to come.
‘Stick it in me,’ Tess gasped.
Adam shoved his tongue into her slit, not bothering to take his time or make this gentle. He knew that she was pumped up on adrenaline after a performance, wanting everything rough and immediate. Her flesh enclosed him like a fist, her scent filling his head with the most potent of perfumes. Reaching underneath her, he grasped her buttocks and began kneading them, dipping his fingertips into the crack. Then he pushed his forefinger into her tight arsehole. Tess moaned and crossed her booted legs over his back. A stiletto heel dug into Adam’s spine, but he couldn’t have cared less. All that mattered was the pleasure of this magnificent woman before him. Tess came ferociously, her buttocks lurching off the chair as she squealed her excitement and a rush of moisture bathed Adam’s tongue.
Panting, he eased out from underneath her apron, adoring the flushed, sated expression on Tess’s face. She smiled slowly and bent to kiss him again, licking her dampness from his lips.
‘I think we’d better go backstage,’ she murmured. ‘People are going to wonder what’s become of us. A few friends are meeting me in the dressing room.’
Adam would much rather have hung around for another private performance, but he stood up slowly.
‘Do I have to go like this?’ he asked worriedly, staring down at his leather trousers and flaccid penis. It was one thing to appear like this in front of an audience and quite another to appear with only a few people in a small room.
‘Wait here. I’ll get you a robe.’ Tess hurried backstage and returned with a white bathrobe.
Adam slipped it on and followed Tess to her dressing room. He blushed at the sight of Callie Waterford sitting on the couch, remembering all the things he’d thought of her and Logan. Another fellow was with her, the pale Gothic man with scarlet lipstick, and a couple more of Tess’s friends.
‘Tess, that was incredible.’ Callie stood up and hugged her friend. ‘Strange, but incredible.’
Tess smiled with delight. ‘Thanks. This is Adam, one of my new friends.’
‘Adam.’ Callie reached out to shake his hand, her gaze going over him curiously. ‘Nice job.’
‘Thanks.’ Adam scratched his nose and wondered if Tess had told Callie that he worked for Logan. Oh my God, he thought, what if it somehow got back to Logan that he was in this performance? The mere thought made his entire body blush.
Tess meandered over to greet her other well-wishers. Adam sat down in a chair near Callie and stared at her. She was prettier than she appeared in the photographs, with shoulder-length brown hair and nice, dark eyes. She was no bombshell, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a whirlwind in the bedroom. That had to be the reason Logan wanted her back, hadn’t it?
Adam’s gaze went to the Gothic, punk, whatever-he-was. ‘I’m Adam.’
‘Eldrich.’ The bloke was sucking on a herbal cigarette and looking bored. ‘Why didn’t Tess let you come?’
‘She did,’ Adam assured him. He looked from Eldrich to Callie, remembering what he and the detective had initially thought. ‘Are you two . . . you know, together?’
‘No, we’re just friends,’ Callie said. She settled back in her seat and eyed Adam curiously. ‘So, Tess tells me you work for Logan.’
Adam swallowed hard and glanced down to make sure his penis wasn’t poking out of his robe. ‘Um, yeah. I’m a paralegal in the firm. I’ve been working for him for about a year. I haven’t passed the bar yet, though. Logan says I have to pass it the next time around or I’m fired.’
‘And does Logan know you’re studying to become a performance artist in your spare time?’ Callie asked in amusement.
‘N-no,’ Adam stammered, suddenly very worried. He didn’t even want to consider what Logan might think of his nocturnal activities. ‘You’re not going to tell him, are you? He gets annoyed enough when I tell him about my science-fiction conventions.’
‘Why would he get annoyed about that?’
‘He thinks they’re stupid and childish,’ Adam explained.
Callie’s mouth twisted slightly. ‘That sounds like Logan,’ she muttered. ‘Don’t worry, Adam. What you do is your business, and I’m not going to tell Logan anything. However, I would like to know how he found me.’
Relieved, Adam relaxed a bit. ‘Oh, that. He hired a private detective and told me to help the chap out. It wasn’t too difficult. We found out about your private bank account and traced your deposits here.’
Callie’s expression tensed. ‘You mean you went to those lengths? You found my bank-account details?’
‘Well, the detective did,’ Adam corrected hastily. ‘I’m sorry. It was his idea.’
Callie shook her head in disbelief. ‘It’s not your fault. I should have suspected that Logan would do something extreme.’
‘I really think he was very worried about you,’ Adam explained, leaning forward to look at her. ‘I mean, he was flat-out furious when he found out you’d gone. I know he was really concerned for your safety.’
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