by Alysha Ellis
She looked at her watch again and waited. Instinct made her want to go find him, to take control. But she had wanted him to be in charge tonight. Even though it made her crazy to give up control, and pushed her beyond her comfort zone, it was both exciting and thrilling her, testing her resolve. Now all she could do was dutifully wait.
After forty-five minutes that had felt like hours, she couldn’t stand it any longer. Vi rose from her seat. The movement of the chair echoed on the stone floor in the vacant penthouse. Just where had Clarkson got to? He hadn’t stood her up, had he? Frustrated, she riled against her loss of control and went to look for him.
She flung open the kitchen door, scanning the dimmed room. There was no sign of Clarkson. The kitchen was deserted, in fact, all the staff seemed to have gone. It was late—of course they had gone, it was two hours after their shifts had ended.
Searching, she combed the living room, then her office, the library and even her workout room. She went down the narrow hall then through the doorway to the staff’s quarters. Michel’s door was open, but no Michel. That was odd, she didn’t know the chef went out on weeknights—he usually stayed home after hours. Clarkson’s door was open to his suite, but no Clarkson. Well, this was ridiculous. He was playing her, and she didn’t like it one bit. She sure hoped tonight wasn’t going to be another night she’d have to spend with her vibrator—alone. The thought of Clarkson making love to her made her so hot, so ready for him and whatever he had in store for her—maybe she could share the vibrator with him sometime? Now that would be fun. That was if she ever found him. She quickened her pace.
Vi climbed the stairs to the second floor. At the top she paused and slipped off her shoes, welcoming the relief from the confines of five-inch heels. She rubbed one foot and looked out at the glorious Miami night skyline. It would be humid out there in the mid-summer tropic air, but it was nice and cool in her sprawling penthouse. Her nipples hardened as she slipped out of her heavy beaded dress—one of her favourite designs that she would soon feature in the spring black label line—leaving her completely naked. She trailed the long dress behind her as she entered her bedroom. The room was dark, which was odd. Marie must have forgotten to turn the lights on. That maid has a mind like a sieve. At least Marie hadn’t screwed up serving the guests, the evening had gone by without a hitch, even with that dreadful, sleazy guy from the New York office who’d kept looking down her top.
Stepping towards the bed, she reached to switch on a light then walked over to the closet, her bare feet sinking into the plush white carpet. The closet was unusually dark as she entered—the light sensor didn’t go on. Odd. She fumbled in the pitch black for the switch, cursing the defective sensor.
She jumped as strong arms wrapped around her from behind, scaring her, but immediately she sensed who it was. “Clarkson,” she murmured in delight.
“Shhhh,” he said, running his hands over her body before covering her mouth with one as he kissed her neck and shoulders. She licked the inside of his palm as he held his hand firmly across her mouth. She was unable to let the sounds of desire escape as he teased her with his warm moist tongue along her neck then the sensitive spot behind her ear, cupping her breast with his other hand. His erection and the hard metal button of his dress pants pressed against her ass making her wild with desire. She writhed against him in the blackness as he kneed her legs apart roughly, trailing his finger along her collarbone and slowly down her torso, flitting above her groin. She groaned again, his hand still across her mouth, stifling the sounds of her excitement. She wanted him so badly, grinding her bare ass against him. He pushed back against her as he teased her with his fingers, gently caressing her thighs, coming very close to her pussy, but not quite there.
He whispered in her ear, “I want you and I am going to have you.”
She gasped and he removed his hand from her mouth then scooped her up in his arms. Her lips met his as she wrapped her hands around his neck, eager for his him while he carried her out of the dark. He kissed her deeply and she held on tight as he walked past her bed and out onto the rooftop terrace that adjoined her bedroom. The blast of warm tropical air hit her naked body as he carried her over to the far end of the private patio. He laid her down carefully on the canopied outdoor daybed that she’d had specially built, complete with billowing white tulle curtains and a thick sumptuous mattress, so she could sleep amidst the stars in the cooler weather—she had a tingly feeling it was about to be used for nothing so tame as sleeping. She could hardly wait.
“I didn’t know you knew about this?” she asked, surprised that after only twenty-four hours on the job he had found her secret oasis from the world. The secluded sanctuary was her delight, filled with potted palms, lush hibiscus in bloom and a burbling fountain.
He leaned over her naked body, the moonlight illuminating his crisp white dress shirt. Eying her breasts hungrily, he slipped one nipple between his hot wet lips then turned to the other. She murmured in delight, and he quickly placed a hand over her mouth to silence her, the sensation becoming more intense as he sucked and teased while she groaned into his hand, wanting more.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said stopping abruptly, already exercising his control over her as he stood to get them both a drink from the chilling champagne at the rooftop bar. Vi noticed three champagne flutes.
Excited, she lay back, looking out at the night, her wet nipples pricking in anticipation of what she and Clarkson, and whomever that third glass was for, might get up to out on the rooftop.
He returned and handed her a tall glass of champagne, bending to kiss her before he put his glass down and carefully started to undress while she watched.
Vi could barely stand it as she watched Clarkson’s nimble fingers undo each button of his starched dress shirt. Slowly, he slipped the shirt from his shoulders, revealing his sculpted shoulders and well defined abs, then continued, removing his pants then his boxers. He was nude, standing before her, his impressive erection capturing her undivided attention as she coolly took another sip of champagne.
“Tonight you’re mine,” he said with a wry grin, swooping down to her bedside. “But I don’t mind sharing you.”
She sat up, wide eyed. “Are you saying…?”
His lips met hers, stealing her words, his mouth wet and wanting, his hunger for her growing as he trailed his hands over her perfect silky skin. She quivered under his touch.
“I’m in charge tonight,” he said, and felt her surrender to him as he kissed her back down to the bed, one deep kiss at a time, her soft murmurs making his cock throb. He leaned over her, bracing himself on one hand, and looked down at her gorgeous body in the moonlight, the slight breeze making her nipples harden and swell as he licked each one and tugged on them slightly. She moaned deeply and arched with evident pleasure. He couldn’t wait until she discovered what he had planned.
She closed her eyes and he watched her expression as he sucked harder.
“We’re going to pleasure you,” he said with a smile as her eyes immediately flashed open.
Michel stood beside the bed, naked, looking down at Vi. His gaze was glued to Vi’s stunning body as she looked up at both men with a wide grin.
“Oh,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I can hardly wait.” There was a naughty grin as she studied Michel’s body appreciatively.
“In that case,” Michel said, going to the head of the bed. “Let me help.”
Clarkson kissed Vi, nipping at her lower lip and tugging it gently, teasing her with his tongue as Michel took one of her arms and raised it up over her head. Clarkson watched on as the chef began to slowly kiss his way from Vi’s delicate wrist, up her arm to her shoulder then back down. Vi whimpered with pleasure and squirmed as Clarkson’s cock twitched at Vi’s overt arousal, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth.
She wriggled under their attentions, obviously enjoying their tandem caresses. Smiling seductively at her, Clarkson then kissed her mouth fully and offered
her other arm to Michel who placed it slowly over her head, again covering her arms in kisses as Clarkson moved on to her stiff nipples.
Clarkson stopped kissing her sensitive buds and lifted her into the centre of the bed. Looking at Michel, Clarkson nodded in encouragement. The chef grasped a swathe of the tulle bed canopy fabric from over her head. Vi shuddered, looking up at Michel then down at Clarkson. Vi watched Clarkson lean over her, his rigid cock rubbing against her hip, taunting her as he and Michel carefully secured her wrist snugly to the corner of the bed.
“Okay?” Clarkson asked her, kissing her before continuing.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, watching the two men take control of her. She gulped as they tied her other wrist.
Clarkson could hardly contain the urge to start fucking her right away, she was so luscious laying there, bound beneath him, her face revealing a hint of anxiety. Her mouth opened slightly as her tongue flicked over her perfect parted lips then she bit down on her bottom lip as she watched him take control of her. He yearned for her to yield to him, for her to succumb to his caresses, to make her come again and again.
“I’m going to make you scream with desire,” Clarkson said, kissing her, teasing her, feeling her wriggle her body against him, before trailing his mouth over her sensuous skin and moving down to her feet. He fastened her ankles to the corners of the bed, one at a time. “Okay?” he checked again to make sure she wasn’t having any second thoughts.
“Ummm,” she purred, “more than okay.”
Vi watched as Michel silently rose from the bed, appreciating the view of his perfect, firm ass as he walked away from them. Clarkson had definitely picked the right person for their threesome, it seemed. She’d often fantasised about the young chef but had never acted on it. Not until Clarkson had come along and made it all possible.
“Ah,” she gasped, so excited to feel completely helpless spread out, exposed in the warm night air, but wondering where Michel had gone and hoping he was coming back. Clarkson’s trailed his lips back up to hers, their mouths meeting in a deep kiss. She wanted to put her arms around him, but she couldn’t, she could only lie there, spread-eagled, aching for him.
She moved under him as much as she could, responding to his kisses. He slipped her nipple between his lips and sucked gently but erratically making her tremble with anticipation. Her pussy throbbed as she lifted her hips and arched against him. The feelings were more intense now that she was bound, every kiss more erotic and every part of her body more sensitive.
He grinned down at her then nipped at her erect nub with his teeth while she could only squirm and groan, his caresses sending a flicker of deep desire between her parted legs. He abandoned that nipple, leaving it tingling in the humid night air from his wet kisses and gently flicked his tongue around the other. Oh, she couldn’t take it—she writhed against the restraints as he teased her again and again with his talented tongue, a growing ache in her pussy—she longed for him to occupy her, to enter her and fill her. His tongue was unrelenting, flicking and suckling. He teased her, running his hand ever so slowly down her torso and his talented fingers oh so close to the aching between her thighs.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, stopping, a glimmer in his eye.
She lay there alone on the bed, tied to the corners, the warm breeze on her wet pussy. She smiled when he returned with more champagne and Michel, carrying a large silver bowl laced with droplets of condensation.
“You said the whipped cream was too rich, we’ll see about that,” Michel said with a spark in his sensual gaze, placing the bowl down next to the bed and reaching for their champagne glasses. “Thirsty?” he asked, tipping the glass for her to take a sip, some of it spilling on her chin then down along the curve of her neck.
Clarkson watched on as Vi seductively licked the champagne off her lips. He lay down next to her as Michel stood watching as the champagne dribbled onto her breasts.
“Oh, dear,” Clarkson said, “she’s wet.” His eyes met Vi’s. Clarkson licked the champagne from her lips and her chin. Michel joined in, following the champagne trail down her neck and her breasts, swirling his tongue along each nipple, tasting their sweetness for the very first time. Vi moaned as Clarkson and Michel made very sure there was not a drop of champagne left on her. Vi watched the two sexy men kissing her with anticipation. She longed to touch them, but she could only lie there and receive. It made her crazy with desire, as they savoured her. Devoured her.
Michel stood, his muscled chest flexing as he kept eye contact with her while reaching for the bowl of whipped cream. A drop of condensation slowly rolled off the silver bowl and dripped on Vi. He grinned at Clarkson, who nodded at him to proceed. Michel slowly scooped the rich cream from the chilled bowl.
“I’ll lead the way,” Clarkson said, running his fingertips over her breasts, teasing her peaked nipples. Michel followed his lead and placed a big dollop of whipped cream on each nub before following Clarkson’s path down the centre of her firm stomach, stopping just above her mound. “Don’t want anything to interfere with the taste of you,” Clarkson said smiling at her as he began to lick the cream from her nipples. “She’s very juicy,” Clarkson told him while Michel watched on in unabashed enjoyment, stroking his thick cock.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed. She was going to die with desire as Clarkson sucked and tasted her, removing the cream unbearably slowly, making his way down her body with Michel watching them, his massive erection taunting her as he pumped it, not taking his eyes off her, making her pussy wet and aching for their attentions. Clarkson spread more cream on her inner thighs then licked it away, his tongue dangerously close to her sensitive crease. She wriggled her bottom and tried to nudge her pussy closer to him, but he moved away from her clit, licking the trail of whipped cream back up her body. She groaned and he laughed at her outburst.
“I’m going to make you moan even more,” Clarkson promised her. “More cream,” he said. “Here”—he showed Michel just where to place it—“she likes it here.”
She watched Michel put the cream on her navel and in a winding trail down to her pussy. She wished she could grasp those strong, well-defined arms and kiss him, but she could only quiver as he slowly kissed her breasts while the cream melted off her hips, sliding soft and wet in between the lips of her pussy. She thought she would explode. Michel’s demanding mouth teased her taut nipples as Clarkson’s lips chased the trail of melted cream, his lips darted playfully along her mound before he slipped the tip of his tongue along her folds. She moaned deeply at the overwhelming sensations of the two mouths as Michel suckled her nipple and Clarkson licked deeper into her. Unrelenting, he sucked her budded clit, making her want to melt into surrender. One more flick of their tongues and she was undone, arching her back, cresting in an orgasm that made her legs tremble as Clarkson dipped into her yet again.
Michel nipped and tugged hard on her nipple, making Vi whimper at the exquisite sensation before he joined Clarkson down between her legs. Oh, no they wouldn’t, she thought, just as Michel lapped at her engorged clit and Clarkson’s fingers worked her wet, pulsing pussy. The sensation of two men pleasuring her was almost too much to bear, overwhelming as they both pushed her to the limits and beyond—she’d never felt anything like it before.
“I want you,” she cried out, as her body quaked, desperate to pull one of them, both of them, deep inside her.
Clarkson murmured at Michel—he could tell Vi was close to coming again. Not letting her rest, Clarkson eased his fingers into her wetness as Michel suckled her clit. She was so wet and ready, Clarkson wanted to put his cock in her more than anything, but for now it was about her. He would resist until Vi reached exquisite exhaustion.
In a slow rhythm, he stroked her and she moaned at his touch while Michel slid along her body, kissing his way back to her pert nipples. Clarkson took over licking her clit while stroking her harder—she arched again and came, quivering under him.
Vi laughed, seemingly overwhelmed by
the intensity of her orgasms, and cried out to Clarkson, “Okay! I give up.”
She was ready. Clarkson moved away and looked down at her, his cock pulsing hard, her wetness still on his hand. Michel kissed the soft crease of her neck, her ears, her mouth, then knelt beside her, his cock close to her mouth.
Vi flicked her tongue out and Michel leaned closer to her. She opened her lips wide and welcomed him deep into her mouth. Clarkson rolled on a condom then rubbed his cock against her slick slit playfully, tempting himself with how good it would feel once he entered her. He watched as Vi sucked Michel’s thick cock and traced his rim with her tongue, dipping into his slit. Michel moaned and leaned over her so she could take him deeper into her throat as she wiggled under Clarkson’s cock, pressing at her slick opening.
Clarkson wanted deep inside her tight hot pussy or he would explode. “Undo her arms,” he told Michel.
Dutifully, Michel pulled his cock from her mouth and reached up to undo one hand from its confines, then the other, as Clarkson freed her legs.
Vi gasped with the relief of being unbound and kissed Michel, cupping his face with both hands and looking into his molten eyes as Clarkson’s cock plunged into her, stretching her with his demanding invasion. Michel’s tongue entwined with hers, her pussy tightening and pulling Clarkson’s cock deeper into her channel, hungry, desperate for even more.
Yearning for both cocks, she took pulled Michel’s hips closer to her and took his throbbing shaft in her mouth again, cradling his balls, sensing that he was close to coming as they contracted. She sucked him rhythmically while Clarkson’s pulsing cock stroked long and hard across her clit and deep into her, sending her into oblivion, wanting more of both men. She could feel Michel’s balls tighten and his body shudder in deep release as he came, filling her mouth, his milky cum spilling from her lips. Vi grinned and licked her lips, reaching up to Michel and pulling him to her. He kissed her tenderly, mingling the musky cream on their tongues. Clarkson groaned as he continued to thrust deep inside her and Vi’s pussy tightened in excitement. Michel moved towards the head of the bed and raised Vi’s arms over her head. He held her wrists so she was once again helpless, as Clarkson thumbed her sensitive clit and pumped deeply into her. It was too much. Her body quaked as she cried out at the crescendo of pleasure, shattering beneath Clarkson, surrendering to a rolling wave of orgasm as he came inside her.
