Taryn laughed and walked over to Jill. Slapping her playfully on the rump, she said "My wicked Jill. Go and help Michele with dinner." She chuckled, watching as Jill ran eagerly into the kitchen.
The door swung closed and Taryn turned back to Kimberly. Acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, she sat down and unfolded her napkin. "Dinner will be here shortly," she said. She lifted her wineglass. "A toast to your coming venture. May the excursion serve you well."
Kimberly touched her glass to Taryn's. She followed her every move, taking a sip when Taryn took one, hurrying to unfold her own napkin and place it upon her lap as Taryn had done only seconds earlier. She felt weak, her body spent as though she'd made wild and passionate love. Someone came into the room and turned off the lights. She watched as a dark figure lit two candles in the center of the table. Just as silently as the figure appeared, it disappeared into the shadows.
Taryn wondered about the woman seated at the other end of the table. How long would it take to tame her? How willingly or unwillingly would she obey Taryn's orders? She took a sip of the white Bordeaux that she favored. As it burst inside her mouth, she murmured, "And I shall have you, too."
"I beg your pardon," Kimberly said, fearing she wasn't paying close enough attention.
Taryn looked up, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking out loud," she said. Raising her glass to Kimberly, she made a second toast. "To your promotion and to your lover. A male though he may be," she added.
Kimberly blanched, resenting Taryn's comment about Mark. "My male lover, as you call him, is none of your business." She placed the glass back on the table. "I've changed my mind about dinner. Can someone please drive me home?" She stood and glared defiantly at Taryn. When Taryn calmly returned her gaze, she felt her armor slipping, exposing her fear. She wanted this woman to possess her and she could do nothing to hide that desire. Her legs threatening to buckle, she sat on the edge of the chair.
The door swung open and Jill hurried through. "Jill, it's about time," Taryn said. "Our guest is threatening to go home, she is so faint with hunger!" She smiled at Kimberly, her gaze very cool, yet questioning.
Kimberly turned away, watching as Jill approached the table. She seemed so eager to please. Kimberly seized upon her as a reason to stay, at least through dinner. Jill carried a silver tray laden with soup bowls. The bowls were steaming, filling the air with an aroma of something very pleasant. Jill placed a bowl in front of her. "Thank you," Kimberly said. She looked down into the clear liquid. "May I ask what this is?" She had fleeting thoughts of Taryn trying to drug her.
Smiling, Taryn lifted a spoonful to her mouth and tasted. "It is good. Very good," she replied, her eyes twinkling playfully. She wondered at the childlike mischief she was feeling. Perhaps this breaking of rules and boundaries would serve her well. First there was Lisa and now there was Kimberly. She'd had one and now coveted the other. How far would she go? Taryn wondered if perhaps this was her excursion rather than Kimberly's. "Do you want Jill to taste yours and show you it isn't poisoned?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
Feeling annoyed by Taryn's teasing, Kimberly searched for a response that would be equally annoying. Her mind was a jumble of confusion and disorganized feelings. "No, that won't be necessary,"
she replied. She lifted her spoon and tasted the soup. Taryn was right; it tasted wonderful. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.
Jill left the dining room and watched their new guest through a tiny crack in the doorway. Although she couldn't see Taryn's face, she could tell by her voice that she was enjoying herself. She sighed, her eyes filling with sadness.
"Feeling jealous, Jill?"
Jill turned and looked at Michele. She was chopping vegetables, preparing the next course. "Of course not!" Jill snapped at her.
Michele laughed in amusement, her bare breasts bouncing on her chest. She insisted on cooking naked from the waist up. She complained that clothing on her upper body restricted her too much when she was working. Taryn had finally relented, telling her that the kitchen was her domain.
When Jill remained silent, Michele paused and put down the knife.
Jill seemed so naive at times that Michele felt guilty for teasing her.
"Come here," she told her.
Jill wanted to be stubborn but she could never refuse Michele's offerings. Wordlessly, she walked to the counter where two wonderfully full and firm breasts awaited her. She stared at Michele, her head thrown back and her chest thrust forward. Jill climbed onto the barstool, then worked her way onto the counter. She poised on her hands and knees, her eyes filled with excitement. Greedily she took one of Michele's nipples into her mouth.
Michele groaned when she felt Jill's wet tongue on her bare nipple.
She smiled with pleasure as Jill suckled her breast. Her excitement grew and she placed her hand behind Jill's head. Pressing her forward, she urged her to suck harder. "Yes, yes," she murmured as Jill drew her breast deeply into her mouth. Jill made smacking sounds while she sucked her and her breathing became hot and labored.
Michele felt the moisture between her legs. Bare underneath her skirt, the wetness collected on her pubic hair and dripped onto her naked legs.
"Um," Jill sighed as she pulled Michele' swollen breast deeply inside of her mouth. She wanted to touch the other with her hand, to squeeze it and make it swollen too, but she knew Michele would make her stop if she touched her with anything but her mouth. Those were the rules.
Irritated by rules that did not make sense, Jill bit the swollen nub.
She bit it so hard that Michele gasped, but there was nothing she could do about it. The other rule was that Jill could do whatever she wanted to Michele' breasts, as long as she used her mouth.
Jill smiled to herself, punishing Michele's bosom with her silly rules. She felt the nipple become hot and irritated. Michele's breathing was now keeping pace with her own. She switched to the other breast.
In the dining room, Taryn was wondering what was taking so long in the kitchen. "Excuse me," she said, rising from her chair. "I'm going to find out why there is a delay with our dinner."
"I don't mind waiting," Kimberly hurriedly replied. Although she'd taken a perverse pleasure in Jill's punishment, Kimberly did not want the incident repeated. Perhaps dinner was delayed because her butt was so sore. "Why don't you give it a few more minutes?" she said.
But her words were lost as the door swung shut behind Taryn.
The sight in the kitchen angered Taryn but it did not surprise her.
Shaking her finger at the two women, she marched across the room.
They parted and looked at her helplessly, wondering what she would do.
"We have a guest," she reminded them. "Please restrain yourself until after dinner is served. After that I don't care what you do."
Michele and Jill nodded. They did not see the smile on Taryn's face as she walked away. Michele wiped her breasts dry and ordered Jill off the counter.
Jill obeyed, easing herself down to the floor. She took a knife and helped Michele with the preparations. Working steadily side by side, they had the second course ready within minutes. Michele finished with a garnishing touch, a colorful display certain to stimulate anyone's appetite.
Jill loaded the tray and took the second course into the dining room.
She felt a little embarrassed about being caught with Michele. She wondered what Taryn was thinking. Could she possibly be jealous?
She wanted to think so, but Jill knew she was probably dreaming.
Quietly, she removed the soup bowls and replaced them with the fresh salad. Wanting to get out from under Taryn's glare, she started back to the kitchen.
"Jill," Taryn said in a soft voice. When Jill turned to face her, Taryn pointed to Kimberly's water glass. "Please pour our guest some fresh water." She scolded Jill with her eyes.
Jill felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She took a glass container from the side ta
ble. It was filled with fresh ice water and slices of lemon. The room's warmth had caused condensation to form, making the glass slippery and awkward to hold. Jill was nearly beside herself with nervousness. Taryn's eyes had followed her every move since she'd entered the room. Carefully she carried the water to the table and replenished Kimberly's glass.
Taryn watched her very carefully but not carefully enough.
Jill bent over, pretending to fumble with the glass. Her hand grazed Kimberly's breast and she tweaked the nipple between her fingers.
She gave her a conspiratorial wink and turned back to Taryn.
Kimberly was so shocked that she nearly choked on a leaf of spinach. Coughing and gasping for air, she reached for her water glass at the same time Jill rushed forward to assist her. Their hands collided and water spilled over the sides of the glass. By then, Kimberly had managed to swallow and regain her breath.
Taryn frowned upon the scene. She found it comical, yet she also felt embarrassed by Jill's clumsy behavior. "Are you all right?" she asked Kimberly. Her face a mask of calm and concern, she did not betray her true feelings.
"I'll be okay," Kimberly told her, gesturing for Taryn to not be concerned. However, her trembling hands told a different story.
Taryn clicked the intercom button. "Laurie, Susan, I need your assistance in the dining room. Immediately," she added. They were there within seconds.
The women giggled uncontrollably at the site of Jill. Her hands were dripping with water, the remainder of which appeared on the front of Kimberly's blouse. It was soaking wet. Dressed only in mini skirts and scant tops that did little to conceal their ample breasts, the women rushed over. They each took an arm and led a slightly intoxicated and extremely flustered Kimberly Justin to the guestroom.
It took a moment for Kimberly's eyes to adjust. From the dull colors and furnishings of the dining room to the decorative flare of the guestroom was quite a change. The carpet was white, the thread so deep and plush that Kimberly sighed with pleasure. In place of the dulled light in the dining room, this room was suffused with softly scented candlelight. Off to the side, near the balcony, was a raised platform. In the center was a sunken bed. Bedside tables extended from both sides and a music console was built into the headboard. All within hand's reach, it looked to be very comfortable. Kimberly was so tired; she would have loved nothing more than to curl up on that bed.
Laurie and Susan ran a warm bath, leaving Kimberly to linger and wonder about the room. Laurie was the first to notice Kimberly starting toward the balcony. "No!" she exclaimed, rushing back into the bedroom. She took Kimberly's arm and guided her away from the door. "You must be careful," Laurie explained. "All the entrances and exits are set with alarms."
"Why?" Kimberly asked. She was trembling from Laurie's sudden outburst.
Laurie looked to Susan, but she shook her head and continued preparing the bath. "It is done to ensure the privacy and safety of our guests," Laurie improvised.
"Oh," Kimberly responded. Although it seemed overkill to her, she supposed the extra security was a measure some clients would well appreciate.
Laurie smiled at Kimberly and started removing her clothing. The incident now under control, Susan came over the assist.
Kimberly felt tired beyond words. It was embarrassing to have two women undressing her, but she was too tired to protest.
Laurie and Susan openly admired Kimberly's body. Her finely tapered waist accentuated her breasts. The smooth curve and swell of each mound, firm and erect, was an inviting spectacle. The two women fantasized ways to partake of this new treasure.
Susan faced Kimberly and circled her arms around her waist. She pretended to have difficulty unclasping Kimberly's brassiere. She pressed close, much closer than necessary as she pretended to struggle with the clasp. Her nipples were hard and erect, aroused by Kimberly's beauty as well as her naivete. Their nipples touched tip to tip. Neither Kimberly nor Susan moved away.
Kimberly gasped when she felt Susan's nipples pressing through the sheer silk of her brassiere. Susan did not move nor did she seem to notice. Kimberly shook her head, scolding herself for being so timid in front of the two women. This was probably something they did every day and thought nothing of it.
Susan stepped back, removing Kimberly's brassiere. She smiled appreciatively at their guest's bare chest.
Kimberly felt her breasts spill out of her brassiere, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. It was all she could do to refrain from crossing her arms over her bare bosom. She wanted to hide her nakedness but she sensed it would not be wise to do so.
Angered by Susan's bold behavior, Laurie flashed her a stern look.
She considered herself deserving of the first take. After all, she had seniority over Susan. This was an unspoken rule. Laurie acted first and was not to be outdone by her partner. Her anger finally subsiding a little, Laurie reached around Kimberly's waist from behind.
Adroitly, she undid the zipper on Kimberly's jeans.
Kimberly shivered in anticipation. Her eyes closed, she waited.
Moving as if in slow motion, Laurie tugged the pants down around Kimberly's knees. Her hands touching here and there and everywhere, she debated fondling the firm white buttocks that were so deliciously encased in very lacy and very sexy silk panties. When she saw Susan eyeing Kimberly's groin, she quickly reached around Kimberly's hips and hooked her thumbs in the elastic on each side of Kimberly's panties. Very slowing, inch by inch, she pulled the panties down.
Her fingers were spread open, allowing her to feel the softness of Kimberly's pubic hair. She pressed her fingers in ever so slightly, tracing the outer lips of this new woman's treasure.
Susan watched Laurie's hands move lovingly over Kimberly's groin. Ah, wet already , she thought as she saw the dampness at the center of Kimberly's opening. Taryn had made quite a catch this time!
The two women noticed Kimberly was swaying, as though dizzy with excitement. Briskly, they completed their task. Taryn did not mind them playing a little with the guests, but they knew when to stop. Her clothes a heap on the floor, Susan and Laurie led Kimberly to the tub. They helped her into the warm water and slipped in on either side of her.
Kimberly eased into the warmth, feeling so relaxed that she wondered if she'd had too much wine. And what was that aroma? It was so fresh and crisp; it reminded her of being in the mountains after a fresh summer rain. She found herself unable to move one muscle.
Laurie and Susan carefully bathed her as she watched like a bystander surveying the scene from afar.
She felt alive, yet totally relaxed with the warm sensations of their gentle ministrations upon her body. "How strange," she murmured.
"What do you find strange?" Susan asked as she squeezed a sponge full of warm water over Kimberly's breasts.
Kimberly blinked, then looked beside her. Who was this lovely creature and why was she taking such good care of her? "I … I don't remember," she said, her voice so faint the two women could barely hear her. She closed her eyes and sank deeper into the water. The last thing she remembered was being wrapped in a large terrycloth robe.
It was white, she believed. Or was it pink? Oh, it doesn't really matter , she thought. Quietly, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Sometime during the night, she felt gentle hands touch her face.
"Goodnight, my sleepy one," Taryn said. Caressing the smooth skin ever so lovingly, she thought how beautiful the contrast of Kimberly's skin, pale in the moonlight, to the warm golden hue of her own, shimmering in the light. She sighed and left the room.
Chapter Six
Taught to move with a quiet gracefulness, the servants at Morgan Estates were scarcely noticeable. This was especially true in the mornings when they knew they must not disturb Taryn. It wasn't that she slept late or lay idle in bed. She simply enjoyed the quiet of a new day beginning. Sometimes she walked or rode around the estate.
Other times she swam in the large heated pool just off from her b
edroom.
Tired from not getting much sleep, Taryn chose to wonder down to the stream this morning. It was in a wooded area where she liked to spend private moments puzzling over something or merely enjoying the soothing sound of water rushing over the rocky creek bed. As she stood on the bank breathing the fresh morning air, Taryn heard someone approaching. She turned and found Lisa standing quietly behind her. Although startled by her sudden appearance, Lisa's familiar smile and eager expression put Taryn at ease. She smiled and greeted her. "Good morning, Lisa. What are you doing out and about so early?"
Although she hadn't a moment alone with Taryn since the night in the parking lot, Lisa clung to the hope that they would be lovers.
When she heard about Kimberly spending the night at Morgan Estates, she felt a little jealous, especially after listening to the servants describe what happened. Everyone agreed that Taryn seemed smitten by the new client.
Trying to hide her nervousness, Lisa locked her hands behind her back and stared at the ground. "I couldn't concentrate on my work, so I thought a walk might do me well," she said. Still not looking at Taryn, she strolled past her to the edge of the creek bank. Suddenly, it didn't seem like such a good idea to be alone with her.
Sensing Lisa's discomfort, Taryn walked over and placed her arm around her waist. She was trembling, an obvious sign that something was bothering her. Feeling guilty that she hadn't spent time with her since the night in the car, Taryn blurted out, "I was thinking about going to the cabin this morning … just to get away for a while," she explained. "You're more than welcome to come with me."
Lisa eyed Taryn curiously, puzzling over her invitation.
Sensing her hesitancy, Taryn rushed on. "We can take some coffee and pastries from the kitchen. We'll have breakfast, then read or listen to music or … whatever," she mused. Taryn gave Lisa a tentative smile, hoping the invitation would buoy her spirits and in turn ease her own guilty conscience.
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