Three Rivers (27 page)

Isabel put her head on his shoulder, and he rocked her gently as he kissed her, while caressing her hair. He moved his hands over her and slipped one under her dress. He kept rocking her and kissing her tenderly. When he felt her trembling with excitement, he opened his mouth and put his tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked on it and he slipped two fingers inside her to massage the wet walls of her vagina. A few minutes later he slowly removed his hand and gently lifted her off him. “Run along and have a lovely afternoon. Tell me everything tonight when we are together.”

Off she went as if on a cloud. She simply was in love with him. She was not even sad about leaving. She was just happy.

She went to the car. Gamal sat in the front, and off the plum-colored Rolls went towards the Pyramids.

After Isabel had gone, Alexis took out the netsuke and thought how really special a lady Isabel was. He liked everything about that woman. Even how she handled her day and the things that she was doing. How lovely it would be to see her in her own environment in London. To spend some time with her there.

He had arranged some special things for their last night together. Juju, Maryka and Doreya would be available, along with the best cocaine, grass and hashish, and a dinner of pure erotic food made into superb dishes. That night Isabel would have three men fucking her all at the same time. They were very accomplished, these two other men, and along with himself, the trio would do the most delectable things to her sexually.

Juju and Maryka would help her on the bed and raise her up to just the right angle by adjusting cushions underneath her. Then they would take her legs and stretch them as wide apart as possible. With silk ropes they would tie her by the ankles to keep her legs apart. The ropes would be secured on hooks high up on the posts at the foot of her four-poster bed. She would then be propped up with pillows under her shoulders and her head, so that she could watch what was being done to her.

Juju and Maryka would suck on her nipples and take
turns stimulating her clitoris so that all her juices flowed continually. Doreya would sit at the foot of the bed and wait.

Alexis would then get on the bed between her stretched and open legs. She would be open wide for him because of her position; he would see the juices running out of her. The very thought of it made him hard. The two men would be dismissed, and Isabel would be bathed clean of the two strangers, but not Alexis. She would sleep in his arms and awake to him alone.

He knew that she had never had three men before, but that like most women, she must have fantasized such an experience. Oh, yes, he would do the most delicious things to her tonight. She would look so lovely stretched out like that, and, of course, he would have the added joy of being able to watch her face enjoying it all.

He touched the netsuke again and thought of her. How remarkable it was that although he wanted no other man to have her except himself, for this one night, he wanted her to have three men. He wanted to see her filled up with as much sperm as she could handle.

The telephone rang a few times and finally he picked it up. The meeting was about to begin upstairs in his study.

Isabel woke up alone in Alexis’s bed. The curtains were open and the room was filled with sunshine. She shifted to sit herself up and realized that she was quite stiff, a bit sore in her bottom and very tender in her vagina. Then the events of the night before came back to her.

She had been in her first orgy. She heard the water running in the bathroom; then Alexis came in with a towel wrapped around his waist. He went directly over to her, dropping his towel, and climbed into bed. “Good morning,” he said, taking her in his arms. “I have drawn your bath, and your toothbrush is in my bathroom. Hurry and come back to bed.”

She kissed him back and fled into the bathroom. Not knowing what to say about the night before, Isabel hoped that he would say nothing. She brushed her teeth and bathed, then slipped into a great terrycloth robe that he had left there for her. It had her name embroidered on it. Alexis was a most extraordinary man, she thought to herself.

She went back to bed, making her way close to him. He held her in his arms and kissed her many times.

She thought to herself, he still loves me. She slipped on top of him, straddled, and then lay flat across him. Their nipples touching, she lay her head on his shoulder, and he patted her down the back and over her ass very gently. Then she rolled off him and tucked herself under his arm and laid her head on his chest.

Stroking her hair, he said, “Listen, darling, I want to tell you about today. First, select what you want to wear today. Just lay the things out on the bed. Then you are going to come back to me, and we are going to have breakfast together while Gamal packs your cases. After that, you will go and get dressed and we will meet in the downstairs drawing room.

“You and I will drive out to the plane together. When we board, you will go directly to my cabin. There are four important men traveling with me, two Saudi Arabians and two sheikhs. A woman among us would be out of the question. You do understand?”

“Yes, of course.”

“We will fly directly to Damascus, where we are having a meeting. There is a luncheon for us given by the president, but I have arranged not to be there. The president understood and insisted on giving us his car and an escort. I have had a picnic lunch prepared for us. You, I, Anthony and Alexander, who is already in Damascus waiting for us, will have lunch in a grassed-over moat of the finest Crusader castle left in the Eastern world. Then we will drive back to Damascus and I will take you to the plane. I could have sent you a faster way, but then we would not have had those extra few hours together. I know you will be as happy as I am to have them.”

And of course Isabel was. She kissed him, telling him that he was wonderful to think of everything.

“Now, go and choose your clothes,” Alexis said. “Come back here and we will have a big breakfast.”

As she scrambled off the bed she said, “Ouch.”

Alexis reached across and pulled her back to him, kissing her on the back of the neck. “Darling, are you still sore?”

“No, I’m OK.” Isabel smiled and grabbed for her robe. He stopped her and said, “No, don’t put that on; it is for the bathroom. Here, put
this
on.”

He reached down and pulled a large white dress-box from under his side of the bed. He opened it up and drew out a galabia made of the finest cream-colored heavy
crêpe de chine
. It was trimmed around the cuffs, the collar and down the front in white silk braiding.

Alexis slipped it over her head and Isabel went to the mirror to adjust it. It was sensationally feminine and beautiful.

She went over to him and he said, “You are beautiful in it, just as I knew you would be. I do like buying things for you. It gives me a great deal of pleasure. I think I like you in white more than any other color.”

Isabel sat down next to him and said, “Thank you. You know that you have spoiled me for any other man.”

He touched her hair and said, “That is my intention. Isabel, last night I gave you two extra men because I wanted to give you the ultimate in pleasure. I don’t know if I will be able to share you again with another. If I truly have spoiled you for any other man, I think I am happy. But we will not talk about that any more. Now go and get your clothes out.”

She squeezed his hand, then went quickly from the room.

Gamal and two servants were setting up the breakfast table in the study. As she went around them she passed his desk and was thrilled to see that he had the same picture that he had given her of them on the camels. It was also framed exactly like hers. She could not remember ever having known such happiness.

Isabel had been in the plane for over an hour, working on the Meredith Montague manuscript. During that time she occasionally looked out of the window to see dark automobiles pull up to the stairs that led to the plane. It all looked very official, very important, very impressive, and she was happy to be alone in Alexis’s cabin, apart from it all.

Shortly after becoming airborne, Alexis managed to extricate himself from his guests and went to his cabin. He saw Isabel at his desk and sat down opposite her in the Bergère. He always liked this cabin very much and seeing Isabel there was an additional relaxing and pleasing sight. They looked at each other across the desk.

“Hello.” Isabel smiled. “Are all your guests settled and happy?”

“Yes.”

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.”

When they spoke it was in calm, simple, uncomplicated terms, but there was now an attraction between them that was so strong and electric it made them tremble. They were like two strong magnets keeping a certain distance between them.

Here they were with a mutual desire to be locked into each other so strong, that the nights and days of their sexual pleasure, which were to have sated them, were forgotten. Instead of two mature people, they sat there as two young lovers wanting each other all fresh and new as if they had never made love at all.

If Isabel, simply by looking at him in his chair, felt her knees go weak and her nipples go hard, it was no different for Alexis, whose heart was beating fast with the desire to make her wet with orgasm, to fill her with himself.

He unbuttoned his jacket and heaved a deep sigh. They said nothing. The silence in the cabin became so oppressive that Isabel could stand it no longer. She left her seat and went to the commode where she took out a joint from the lapis lazuli box and lit it.

After two puffs, it was a little easier. After two more, a great deal easier. She bent forward over the back of Alexis’s chair, slipped her arms around to the front of him, kissed him on the top of the head and handed him the joint. He drew on it four or five times and then stood up, crushing the cigarette in an ashtray on the desk.

He went to the cabin door and locked it. Then he went to Isabel and took her in his arms. When they kissed, they were both trembling. Without a word, they undressed each other, leaving their clothes in a heap on the floor where they stood. They lay down on the little French day bed.

He made love to her almost in the same way as that first morning they had met in the upper room, by the fountain in the Roda Palace. She made love to him with an equal amount of passion and tenderness. She licked him and sucked him and took him deep in her mouth as she had many times before. Only many times did not exist for them at that moment.

With every movement of her mouth on him, he moaned softly and trembled with the thrill of her. As he did, Isabel realized that she had conquered this man and felt the power of domination. She had by now come so many times that all she wanted was for him to come inside her. She became wild with ardor at the very thought of that first spray of sperm as he pumped her full. The thought of walking around with him inside her, of carrying him back to London, spurred her eagerness on. Although they did not speak to each other, he knew it, he could feel it coming off her, her desire was that great.

He put her on her back with pillows underneath her and he made love to her slowly, for a long time. He rejoiced in her. All he kept repeating was, “You are divine, divine, divine.”

To Isabel, he seemed longer, thicker, the head of his penis bigger. Every thrust seemed to hit her deeper, harder. When he came, he opened his mouth wide and gave that same primeval scream, calling out all his passion and love for her. She could not hold back and seconds after him had a powerful orgasm that made her call out from the very depths of her soul.

Still inside her and still coming, he clasped his hand over her mouth to silence her because of the men in the other room. She sucked in every drop of him. He stayed in her and lay on top of her, holding her in his arms, both of them shattered, completely spent.

In time, he withdrew and lay on his back next to her. She rubbed her face in his pubic hair and on his now-limp penis. He was wet from both of them. She licked him clean and snuggled up to his face, asking him to open his mouth. He did and she ran her tongue over his and he tasted both of them, just as she had.

“That’s us,” she said. “That is how we taste together.” She kissed him, resting her head on his chest.

Silently he left the bed, went to the bathroom, returned and dressed. Isabel did the same. She straightened up the bed and sat down on it. He came and sat next to her. That last love was their good-bye, their real good-bye, and they both knew it.

He rang for Gamal and coffee. Fifteen minutes later, at the Damascus airport she watched more large, black, shiny limousines pull away with the guests that had been on the plane. She watched Alexis see them off and run
back upstairs to the plane. He took her from the cabin and she, Alexis, Alexander and Anthony met together in the main cabin.

They left the plane and went down to the cars waiting for them. Gamal and two stewards went with the picnic lunch in one car, their party of four in another. There was a lead car of plainclothes detectives and a motorcycle escort whose sirens were silenced by Alexis’s instructions before they left the airfield.

The car tore at a mad speed to the Krak des Chevaliers through what would have been wonderful countryside if they had traveled slowly enough to see it.

There was an extraordinary picnic lunch, with both Anthony and Alexander being terribly discreet and leaving the two of them alone for long periods. They held hands and kissed tenderly as they toured the Crusader castle.

It was all easy between them and they were happy; but then it was over, and they returned to the plane. Alexis gave a few instructions to the crew, Gamal and the captain. He spoke for a few minutes to Alexander in Arabic and then started to say his good-byes; first to Anthony, then Alexander.

When he started to say good-bye to Isabel, both men asked to be excused, saying they wanted to be in the cockpit at takeoff. The stewards miraculously vanished, and they were alone.

Alexis had control of the situation. “Have you had a lovely day?”

“Yes,” Isabel said quietly.