‘Don’t you think Isabel is beautiful, Lisa?’ he asked.
‘Y–yes,’ she whispered, looking at him. His fingers were moving up Isabel’s neck now into her hair. Lisa waited for Isabel to push him away, but to her amazement, she seemed to be enjoying Mark’s attention, smiling calmly at Lisa as their eyes met across the table. Why were they acting like this, she wondered, her mind racing. Why didn’t Grayson do something? Were they having an affair? Did Grayson know?
She had been avoiding looking at Grayson, but she turned to him now, desperate to cover her embarrassment and confusion. ‘Have you been to Costa Rica?’ she asked, her voice sounding shaky and panicked.
‘Yes,’ he said, glancing at her briefly. ‘It’s an amazing place.’ As he turned back to Isabel and Mark, Lisa followed his gaze, and was horrified to see Mark pulling down the straps of Isabel’s dress and dropping kisses on her bare shoulder. Isabel let her head fall to the side to give him more access as his lips moved to her neck, while his hands slid to her breasts.
Silence fell over the table, the atmosphere suddenly charged. All Lisa could hear was the hammering of her heart and the rush of blood in her veins. She felt hot and clammy, wanting to run but finding herself frozen, glued to her seat. She was unable to to tear her eyes away as Mark nuzzled Isabel’s neck and slowly unzipped her dress. The top fell away to reveal a sexy black lace bra. Mark kissed her on the mouth as he unhooked it, slid it off and tossed it onto the table. He lifted his head then, a challenging gleam in his eyes as he eyeballed Lisa while he caressed Isabel’s bare breasts.
‘So beautiful,’ he murmured. Isabel lifted her arms above her head and arched into his hands as he stroked and pinched her nipples until they were hard.
Lisa was struck dumb, her face on fire. She was shocked to discover that she found the sight erotic. She wanted to get up from the table and run away, but at the same time she felt paralysed. She was aware of Grayson beside her, but she couldn’t look at him. She waited for him to react, but when she finally risked a sideways glance at him, she was amazed to find that he wasn’t angry at all, and seemed completely unfazed by what was happening. In fact, he appeared to be enjoying the performance. There was the hint of a crooked smile on his lips, and his eyes glittered with excitement as he watched Mark and Isabel kissing and caressing.
As if sensing her watching him, Grayson turned to her then. Lisa looked away, unable to meet his eyes. She leapt when she felt a warm hand on her leg, gasping involuntarily as it slid up her thigh under her dress. Her head spun back to Grayson in shock, and she instinctively moved to slap his hand away. But then she caught Mark’s eye. He gave her a warning look, and she stopped herself. Suddenly she realised with a jolt that he wanted this to happen. He wanted Grayson to touch her in front of him the way he was touching Isabel. He wanted to watch. Her head spun and she felt dizzy as she realised the full meaning of his words earlier – whatever happens. This was what they had come here for – and she had promised to go along with it.
CHAPTER THREE
She bit her lip, stifling a gasp as Grayson’s hand slid between her legs, coaxing them apart. She fought the urge to clamp them together and push him away. Instead she forced her body to relax and open up to him as he stroked the soft flesh of her inner thigh. But inside she was screaming, her mind in a whirl trying to process the fact that Mark had brought her here to have sex with another man, not caring whether she wanted it or not. He was pimping her out like a whore, and he had deliberately kept her in the dark and trapped her into going along with it. It was unbelievably cruel, even for him.
She looked across at him, desperately hoping for some shred of sympathy or understanding. But he wasn’t even looking at her, completely oblivious to her distress as he kissed and caressed Isabel. Her attention was drawn back to Grayson with a start as his fingers slipped inside her thong. Her eyes automatically flew to his before she dropped her head in embarrassment, trying to quell the heat that was building inside her as he touched her naked flesh. Grayson took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to his, his eyes glittering with excitement as his fingers stroked her gently. He leaned in to nuzzle her face, his mouth almost touching her, but not quite.
‘You’re so wet,’ he murmured into her ear, his breath hot as it whispered along her skin.
She shivered.
‘Are you cold?’ he asked, pulling back and withdrawing his hand. Without waiting for an answer he lifted her from her seat and pulled her into his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her into the heat of his body, and she felt the hardness of his erection against her back.
‘Better?’ he asked.
She nodded, unable to speak. She had never felt so bewildered in her life, completely overwhelmed by the strange mixture of emotions she was experiencing. She was shocked, a little frightened, and more turned on than she cared to admit. It was very confusing. But it was oddly comforting being held by Grayson.
He dropped his head to her shoulder and nuzzled her bare skin. ‘May I?’ he asked, his hands going to the tie of her dress at the nape of her neck.
‘Oh!’ Her hands flew up instinctively to stop him, but then she caught Mark’s eye across the table and he threw her another warning look. ‘Yes,’ she said in a choked whisper, resting her hands in her lap.
He quickly undid the shoelace ties and Lisa felt everyone’s eyes on her as the thin strip of silk fell to her waist. She instinctively covered her breasts with her hands before she could stop herself.
Grayson dropped a wet kiss on her shoulder. ‘Please don’t,’ he said, his hands resting over hers. ‘Let me look at you.’
‘Don’t be such a little prude, Lisa,’ Mark said impatiently.
‘She’s shy,’ Isabel said. ‘I think it’s sweet.’ She smiled encouragingly at Lisa.
‘Not everyone is such a natural exhibitionist as Isabel,’ Grayson said, and Lisa felt an unexpected pang at the fondness in his voice.
‘If you’ve got it, flaunt it, right?’ Isabel said with a toss of her head. Lisa envied her confidence.
‘Well, Lisa doesn’t have a lot to flaunt. Not like you,’ Mark said, his eyes dropping to Isabel’s breasts. ‘But she makes up for it with her mouth,’ he told Grayson. ‘Get her on her knees and I guarantee you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.’
Lisa cringed at his crudeness. There was no warmth in his tone, none of the affection with which Grayson spoke of Isabel. She might have been a hooker he had hired for the night for all the care he showed her.
She was grateful that Grayson ignored him. He turned her slightly in his lap so she was facing him and gave her an earnest, pleading look, his eyebrows raised. Slowly she let her hands fall and Grayson looked at her, his gaze was so intense that Lisa had to force herself not to cover her breasts again.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he breathed, his hands cupping her breasts. ‘You have amazing skin,’ he murmured, his gaze on his hands as he gently caressed her breasts, his thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples. He smiled as they hardened to his touch, and Lisa felt herself blush furiously.
She was aware of Mark watching her and tried to swallow down her panic and shock. Just go along with whatever happens, she reminded herself. There would be hell to pay later if she did anything to spoil Mark’s plans for the evening or to ‘show him up’ in front of his sophisticated friends.
‘Well,’ Isabel said, pulling away from Mark, ‘you guys don’t want to spoil your appetite for dessert. I have something very special planned.’ She pulled her dress back on and zipped it up. ‘Lisa,’ she said with a smile, ‘will you come and help me prepare it?’
‘Yes, of course,’ Lisa said, relieved for the excuse to escape. She wasn’t naive enough to think she was off the hook completely, but at least it would give her a breathing space to regroup and prepare herself for whatever came next. Grayson released her and she retied her dress, glad of the chance to cover up again. She felt Grayson’s eyes burning into her as she followed Isabel to
the kitchen. It was another large airy room, a more contemporary interpretation of the classic Spanish style of the entranceway and dining room. Hexagonal terracotta tiles covered the floor and the white ceiling was crossed with dark wooden beams. A table and chairs of dark wood stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by painted white cabinets and stainless steel appliances.
‘So, what’s for dessert?’ Lisa asked as Isabel opened an enormous fridge.
‘Strawberries, cream, chocolate sauce,’ Isabel said as she removed containers and placed them on the worktop. ‘And you, of course.’
Thankfully she was too focused on what she was doing to notice Lisa’s shock.
‘Maybe some ice cream too. How do you feel about that?’ she asked, turning to Lisa, her perfect eyebrows raised in query.
‘About ice cream? I– I like it,’ Lisa said hesitantly.
‘Mmm,’ Isabel gave her a conspiratorial smile. ‘The cold can be rather delicious, can’t it?’
‘Um ... what would you like me to do?’ Lisa asked, trying to ignore her misgivings as Isabel busied herself assembling the ingredients.
‘You could get undressed.’
‘Oh.’ Lisa felt her skin burning. What the hell was going on here? ‘Yes, of course,’ she said, trying to sound as if this was what she had been expecting all along. ‘Should I ... take everything off?’ Please say no, she begged silently.
Isabel turned to her, looking her up and down thoughtfully. ‘I think you should leave the shoes on,’ she said, nodding to Lisa’s feet. ‘They’re very sexy.’
Lisa nodded, grateful when Isabel turned away again and began preparing strawberries. Her hands shook as she untied her dress, and she tried to quash the curling fear in her stomach as she let it fall from her shoulders to pool on the floor at her feet. This night wouldn’t go on forever, she told herself. No matter what happened, whatever she had to endure, in a few hours she would be home again, safe. She just had to get through it.
Nevertheless, she struggled not to cry as she slid her thong down her legs and stepped out of it, feeling utterly miserable. As she straightened up again, she found Isabel watching her. She felt so exposed, and more than a little ridiculous standing in the middle of the kitchen in nothing but her high heels. She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands as Isabel looked her up and down.
‘Very nice.’ Isabel gave her a warm smile of approval. ‘You have a fantastic body, Lisa. Lie on the table,’ she said, nodding to it.
Lisa clambered onto the table and lay down on the cold, hard surface. She closed her eyes and concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She felt Isabel’s hand in her hair and opened her eyes to find her standing beside her with a small pillow.
‘Lift,’ she said softly. When Lisa did so, she slid the pillow under her head. ‘We don’t want you hurting yourself when things get ... intense. Comfortable?’ she asked, smoothing Lisa’s hair behind her.
Lisa nodded, her throat too tight to speak.
‘So, do you play much with other couples?’ Isabel asked conversationally as she took a tub of cream and a spoon from the worktop.
Lisa wasn’t sure how to answer. She didn’t know what Mark had told Isabel. Would he want her to pretend they did this sort of thing all the time? Or was it okay to admit she was new to all this as long as she joined in?
She gulped as Isabel came to stand beside her and spooned two dollops of cream onto her breasts.
‘No,’ she said finally, deciding honesty was the best course. It was probably obvious what a clueless newbie she was anyway. She licked her dry lips as Isabel swirled the cream around in concentric circles until only her nipples were left exposed. ‘This is our first time. At least, it’s my first time.’ She suddenly realised she had no idea if Mark had done this sort of thing before with other girls.
‘Well, we’re honoured,’ Isabel smiled as she moved downwards, spreading more cream across Lisa’s stomach and into her belly button. ‘I thought you seemed a little nervous. But I hope you’re enjoying yourself.’
‘Yes. It – it’s fun,’ Lisa said, hastening to assure Isabel that she was having a good time.
‘Good. I’m glad. Maybe we can do it again sometime.’ She got a carton from the counter and placed a strawberry over each of Lisa’s nipples and another in her belly button, looking appreciatively down at her handiwork. ‘I’m sure Grayson would like to see you again. He’s very attracted to you.’
‘Oh, I’m sure he’s not,’ Lisa gasped, horrified that Isabel would think that. ‘It’s obvious he really loves you.’
But Isabel just smiled. ‘That’s sweet of you,’ she said with a light laugh, ‘but you really don’t have to worry on my account. I’m not jealous. Grayson and I don’t have that kind of relationship. But I’ve known him a long time, and he likes you a lot – I can tell.’
Lisa smiled weakly, not knowing how to respond to this. She shivered as Isabel smeared cream along her thighs.
‘It’s good that you’re bare here,’ she said, nodding to Lisa’s newly waxed pussy. ‘Bend your knees and put your feet flat on the table.’
Mortified, Lisa did as instructed, her ass lifted into the air as she planted the spiky heels on the polished wood. Isabel nudged her legs apart, then grabbed a small, heart-shaped mould from the worktop and placed it over Lisa’s crotch.
‘Now for the pièce de résistance,’ she said with a smile. She filled the centre of the mould with cream, then arranged strawberries artfully on top. ‘There,’ she said, taking away the mould and pulling back to survey the effect. ‘You look good enough to eat. I’m not going to bother with ice-cream – too messy. So we just need some chocolate sauce, and we’re done.’
She took a bottle from the worktop and drizzled sauce over Lisa’s body in a random abstract pattern of squiggles and splashes. Lisa shivered as the cold, thick liquid trickled onto her bare skin.
‘Try to stay still,’ Isabel said. ‘You don’t want to ruin my handiwork.’
‘Sorry,’ Lisa said with a blush.
‘There,’ Isabel said, standing back and brushing her hands. ‘You’re quite a work of art, if I do say so myself.’
Lisa forced a smile, feeling completely ridiculous.
‘Just one last finishing touch,’ Isabel said, plucking the last strawberry from the carton. ‘Open your mouth.’
Lisa obeyed, and Isabel placed the strawberry between her parted lips.
‘Keep it there,’ she said. ‘Don’t bite.’
Lisa did as instructed, holding the fruit lightly between her lips.
‘I’ll go and tell the guys dessert is ready,’ Isabel said, moving to the door. ‘I hope Mark likes strawberries. They’re Grayson’s favourite.’
When she left the room, Lisa closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, but all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. She willed herself to lie still, though every instinct was telling her to make a run for it. She wanted to jump off the table, wipe all this food off her skin, get dressed and beg Mark to take her home. Her every nerve was on edge, and she felt sick with tension, her stomach churning in anticipation when she heard the door open with a soft click.
There was the sound of footsteps crossing the tiled floor, and when she opened her eyes again, Grayson and Mark were standing either side of the table, gazing down at her.
‘Wow, you look gorgeous,’ Grayson said, his eyes dark with desire.
‘You’ve done an amazing job,’ Mark called to Isabel, who was hovering by the door.
‘Thank you,’ she said, crossing the room to join them. ‘But I had fabulous ingredients to work with.’ She smiled down at Lisa.
‘The best,’ Grayson said admiringly, his eyes devouring her as they swept over her body.
‘Well, enjoy,’ Isabel said, spreading her arms as she backed away.
‘Aren’t you going to join us?’ Mark asked her.
‘No, I don’t have a sweet tooth. And besides, we don’t want to overwhelm the poor girl. I’ll
go and get the hot tub ready while you guys have your dessert.’ She winked at Lisa. ‘Have fun,’ she said to her, then turned and left the room.
Lisa swallowed hard as the door clicked shut behind Isabel and she was alone with the two men. For a moment time seemed to stand still, the atmosphere charged, electric. Then Mark trailed a finger through the cream at her breast, and put it in his mouth, his eyes closing briefly as he sucked. ‘Delicious,’ he murmured, breaking the silence.
Grayson bent to her and gently sucked the strawberry from between her lips, his breath hot in her mouth. He pulled back slightly as he chewed and swallowed, and then he kissed her again, opening her lips with his. She tasted strawberry juice on his thrusting tongue as it tangled erotically with hers.
‘Mmm,’ he groaned as he pulled away. ‘Strawberry and you – sensational.’
Then Mark’s mouth was on hers, hard and demanding, while Grayson’s lips trailed down to her breasts. She closed her eyes, gasping as Grayson drew hard on her left nipple, sucking off the strawberry. Mark kissed his way down her neck, and then they were both licking, nibbling and suckling at her breasts. When she felt teeth graze her nipple, she knew it was Mark even with her eyes closed. His lips closed around the sensitive nub, tugging hard until she whimpered in pain, the violence of his touch contrasting with the sensual tenderness of Grayson’s on her other side.
She became lost in the physical sensation, forgetting to feel embarrassed or ashamed, oblivious to everything but the burning need that was building up inside her. Too mindless with arousal to be self-conscious, she abandoned herself completely to the world of her senses – the touch of their mouths and hands on her everywhere, the rasp of their stubble against her bare skin, the sounds of their jagged breathing and throaty groans all feeding the growing tension inside her, stoking the throbbing between her legs.
Their tongues trailed down her body, leaving her wet skin raw and super-sensitive. She felt warm breath against her skin as lips closed around the strawberry at her navel.
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