A Tease - A Castle O Quickie

by Faye Hunter

  Alyssa smiled as she recognized her Adonis from outside. He grinned back at her, white teeth shining. Placing his hand on her elbow he took her champagne glass. “Please, allow me to help you up the stairs,” he said. Alyssa tried to place his faint accent. She suspected it was British, but was too shy to ask as he guided her with a strong, steady hand.

  Part way up the stairs her ankles started wobbling and shaking so hard her shoes started to topple over. The strong hand of the Adonis held her tightly as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, before taking the last couple of steps.

  At the top she turned into the sea of faces. Suddenly the world started to spin, her ankles knocking together painfully as her legs wobbled and shook. Her whole body teetering on her stilettos. Only the strength of her Adonis kept her anchored, preventing her from swan-diving from the stage.

  Her champagne glass appeared in front of her. Alyssa paused for a moment. She had never tried champagne, in fact she rarely drank. Out the corner of her eye she saw that Walker and Kent had followed them. They stood at the edge of the stage, smiling, at ease. Walker waved his own glass of champagne, taking a sip. He seemed to be having a great time, all composed and confident. Like this was just another evening.

  Damn Walker, always making it look so easy! Alyssa grumbled to herself. Flipping her hair back she smiled. Mind over matter, this was just another day.

  Tipping her head back she gulped down half of the amber liquid. The bubbles played on her tongue and slipped playfully down her throat. Under different circumstances she would have giggled but right now she was aiming for a little liquid courage. A little bit of whatever it was that Kali, Kent and Walker all seemed to have in buckets. That self-assured presence, that confidence that she envied so much. Taking a breath, she gulped down some more champagne then licked the glistening line from her upper lip. Her eyes skipping quickly across the crowded room.

  CHAPTER 3

  Kali appeared in front of Alyssa, providing a much needed focal point for Alyssa to center and calm herself. She took a breath, her lips pulled back into a tight smile her teeth clenched together.

  “Ready?” Kali asked, her face an oasis of calm.

  Alyssa drained the last drops of champagne from her glass; the bubbles were becoming deliciously addictive. Smoothing her dress one-handed, she straightened her back, then turned to Kali. She opened her mouth to speak and promptly hiccuped. Loudly.

  Her hand flew to her mouth, as heat flushed her face. Kali’s mouth dropped open for a breath then she bent over laughing. “Oh Alyssa, you are so awesome. Come on. Let’s get this show on the road.”

  Kali spun effortlessly on her heels, tapping her red talon nails on her crystal champagne flute as she stepped up to the glass podium.

  The Adonis flashed his perfect teeth as he led Alyssa to the place of honor beside Kali, taking her now empty champagne glass. It occurred to Alyssa she should ask his name, but as she turned to thank him he had stepped to the back of the stage and the hall had gone silent. She turned back to the audience, twisting her fingers together nervously, wishing she had kept the glass, just to give her fingers some sort of purpose. Her arms suddenly felt like useless, heavy, ape like appendages.

  Below her the sea of people waited. Their attention focused on the illustrious Kali with her natural ease and magnetism, Alyssa noted with envy. Only the whisper of clothing and of lovers sharing hushed secrets drifted through the room, like a breeze rustling leaves in the forest. From the elevation of the stage, her sculpture looked even more impressive, rising up from the crowd still sheathed in red silk, that shimmered and reflected the warm light from the enormous crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling above it.

  A shiver went through Alyssa’s body.

  Kali set her champagne glass on the podium, then spoke, her voice clear, crisp and loud. “Good evening! Welcome to this very special celebration. As you all know, one of our passions at Castle O is great art. The first time I stepped through the front doors of Castle O, I knew I had to have a very special piece to welcome our guests. A piece that would provide a spectacular first impression, and tease them with what awaits inside our walls. Castle O is about fantasies, this piece needed to be the stuff of fantasies.”

  Kali paused, taking a sip of her champagne. “It took me a long time to find the right artist for the job. Someone talented enough and able to work on such an immense scale. At Castle O we like things big. On this criteria alone many didn’t qualify.”

  The crowded laughed, a few whistling, at her joke.

  Once they settled down Kali continued, “I also needed someone who could embrace my vision and distill it into a piece that would prove timeless and tantalizing. Someone with a fresh and open mind, who could see the beauty in passion and desire, just as we do every day, here at Castle O. I found all of that and so much more in the incomparable Alyssa Roy.”

  Kali turned, smiling as she raised an elegant arm towards Alyssa as the crowd clapped.

  Alyssa smiled, not sure what to do with her hands as she raised one in a fumbling wave. The champagne was making her feel a little giddy and brazen. She stepped forward, taking a shaky breath as she followed Kali’s cue to take the podium, gripping the edges to steady herself. She did not recognize her own voice, an octave higher than normal as she said her well-rehearsed words, “I would like to thank Kali and Kent, and the people of Castle O, for trusting me to create this piece. It has been an absolute pleasure working for you. I truly hope you enjoy what I have created. Thank you. Thanks.”

  She stepped back with a quick nod as Kali reached out, putting her hand on Alyssa’s back, keeping her front and center.

  “Alyssa worked tirelessly, with some very enthusiastic models,” people snickered, “to ensure that her piece was the perfect embodiment of Castle O.”

  Kali took another sip from her champagne, keeping her hand on Alyssa. “And, if I do say so myself, she nailed it. This piece is fucking hot, just like Castle O.” More cheers. “So, without further ado, I present to you Alyssa Roy’s masterpiece, aptly called, A Tease!”

  Kali snaked her arm around Alyssa’s waist, pulling her close. She smiled down at Alyssa, her face alight with excitement.

  Alyssa smiled back tightly, her heart racing and pounding painfully in her chest as the entire hall erupted into cheers.

  “Count with me everyone. One, two, three!” On three Kali swooped her arm up into the air, and, as if connected, the red silk whipped up off the statue on invisible strings.

  Everyone gasped, followed by a breath of silence. Alyssa’s stomach clenched in fear and panic. The bubbles of the champagne she had drunk threatened to make a spectacular appearance on the stage. The quick, quiet moment echoed on in her mind. Her body stiffened, suddenly sure everyone hated it.

  But then the crowd went crazy with a deafening level of sound. Whistling, laughing, clapping. Music added to the noise level, providing a beat for the celebration. People began dancing around the sculpture, her sculpture. Their movements were a worshiping, undulating giving of thanks like some ancient, divine blessing ceremony.

  Alyssa threw up her arms, grabbing Kali’s still upheld arm. Turning they faced each other, Alyssa felt like she could fly, her smile stretching so wide her face started to hurt. Kali pulled her into a hug. A giggly, happy hug, “I told you! They love it!”

  Still holding Kali’s hand, Alyssa turned so she could lean against Kali’s side, arms entwined around each other’s waists, as they both studied the sculpture.

  The sculpture stood over twelve feet tall and almost eight feet across. Walker had had to give her his largest studio for over six months so she had the space she needed to work. The technical term for the work was figurative abstract. The swooping forms of human bodies, breasts thrust out, backs arched, cocks hard, figures interlocked, melding into one another. The effect was stunning, with each angle telling a different story of passion, desire, hedonism, and lust.

  Alyssa thought back to the long sessions with hal
f a dozen willing Castle O patrons who volunteered as models. They spent their time caressing, touching, writhing together. Alyssa had captured their passionate cries in the central figure of a woman rising out of the other forms, nipples hard, thrust up to the sky, her head thrown back in a silent, passionate cry as hands reached up her body.

  She had never done anything like the models had so thoroughly enjoyed during the modeling session. In fact, she had only ever been with Walker. He had been the first person to ever make her feel beautiful, cherished.

  Secretly she wished she had the confidence to do what the people of Castle O did, she knew she just had to ask. Before she and Walker became a couple, Walker had attended some Castle O events with a previous girlfriend, but out of respect for Alyssa he had left it up to her whether she wanted to attend an event. They had discussed it, a lot. The statue had been her first step, but tonight she was feeling ready to experience more of Castle O. She just hoped it wasn’t the bubbly going to her brain.

  With a flush of heat she realized her panties felt wet and sticky against her pussy. Just thinking about what happened at Castle O was having an effect on her, even on stage in front of hundreds of people. Who, thankfully, were still dancing and focused on the sculpture. Alyssa wriggled, pulling at the hem of her dress, her face hot in her discomfort. Here she was, standing on a stage, the center of attention in front of over a hundred people, and she was getting all wet and horny. Turning away from Kali as she wriggled her legs trying to unstick things, she came face to face with the Adonis. He nodded, giving her an appreciative look, his eyes dark and intense, sending lightning bolts of need through her.

  What was with this man, he was like sex on legs!

  Breaking away from his magnetic stare, she turned back to the crowd, her eyes seeking out Walker. Needing his reassurance, his anchoring in all the chaos, especially the chaos inside her. She found him, standing by himself, leaning against the edge of the stage. His body was at ease, but, wow, his eyes. What was it with the way all these men were looking at her? She watched as Walker pointedly looked at her pussy, as if he knew what was happening down there. Slowly he dragged his eyes up to her breasts, her nipples happily joined in the fun, tightening into hard nubs, causing her breath to catch with a gasp. Then his gaze moved up to her eyes, where he stopped, the tip of his tongue rubbing his lip. His smile was that of a predator. And she was his prey. Ready and willing to be caught.

  A ripple of fear, and anticipation, raced through her body. Getting caught by Walker was one thing. Getting caught at Castle O was a completely different animal. An animal she was not sure she could handle.

  I should have brought another set of panties.

  CHAPTER 4

  Kali squeezed her hand, breaking Alyssa’s trance-like state and stemming the rush of hormones that had taken over her body. “Go get your man. We have more fun planned for the Play Hall. We would like to show our appreciation for your beautiful work, if you would allow us. Speak with Walker, he will explain everything.”

  Alyssa looked at Kali, she wanted to be appreciated. Oh boy, parts of her wanted to be appreciated. Other parts were shaking in her wet knickers. Her stomach was in butterflies as the Adonis stepped up. He radiated heat that shot her own temperature up to boiling point. Taking his arm, she let him help her from the stage and into Walker’s waiting arms. She fell into those arms, stumbling in her heels. The bubbly had definitely gone to her head. Walker caught her, wrapping strong arms around her, enveloping her in warmth.

  “It’s beautiful, absolutely stunning and perfect for Castle O. It’s almost as beautiful as you.” Walker dipped in close, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke. His smile was crooked, dimples deep.

  Alyssa wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her nipples rubbing the inside of her dress as she ground herself into him, turning them into sensitive nubs, screaming to be released from her blue dress. Tilting her head back she kissed Walker, throwing herself into the kiss with complete abandon and confidence she had never felt before. Her tongue took possession of his mouth, claiming it as her own. It was intoxicating. Empowering.

  Walker pulled back a moment, his eyes dark shadow on steel as he studied her hotly flushed face. He took her in, breathing deeply, looking for something. With a satisfied nod he growled as he crushed his lips into her mouth. His hand massaged her breast through her dress, as his tongue claimed her as his own. Pushing, exploring, taking. His passion was fierce and unforgiving. The ache inside of her built until she wanted to mount him right there and ride him until she exploded.

  And she didn’t care who watched.

  Walker broke off the kiss. Alyssa squeaked, gasping. He slid in close and she tipped her head, begging for him to take her throat. His lips tickled and teased her electrified skin as he spoke, “The people of Castle O want to thank you properly. The Castle O way. If you don’t want to do it, we stay here and nothing happens.” He brushed his teeth along the tight tendon edging her throat like a rope. “But, if you would like to have your first true taste of the Castle O experience, as a participant, not a spectator, I am to bring you into the Play Hall right now. It’s your choice, baby. I am with you every step, whether we stay here and dance the night away, or go through those doors into the Play Hall. It’s your party, baby, you decide where you want to be.”

  Alyssa’s breath caught. Nudity and sensuality was nothing new to her. As a figurative artist it was her job to study the naked form and recreate it. But to put her body on display, in front of strangers. Strangers who might touch her. That was something completely different.

  She had always been the artist, never the model.

  Other than a couple of teenage grope sessions, no one other than Walker had even touched her.

  Her eyes flickered to her creation. Her beautiful, sensual, piece of art.

  Walker’s tongue snaked out, teasing her ear, causing her to moan as something tightened unbearably between her legs. Her thoughts raced back to the beautifully sensual sessions with the models. Always so gentle and giving. Their bodies, all different, yet beautiful and desirable because of their uniqueness. Their moans and groans of pleasure as they explored each other without judgment. Their only goal, pleasure. Pleasure for those around them, and for themselves.

  In that moment, Alyssa knew she had to experience that pleasure for herself. This was her chance. She couldn’t walk away. She had know. She didn’t want to be a silent witness anymore.

  Walker’s fingers linked with hers as she pulled back. His eyes swirled with passion, reflecting her flushed face as she nodded.

  Walker’s smile was part joy, part feral animal as he turned, his strides purposeful as he lead her through the crowd that parted, allowing them to pass freely. Alyssa threw her head back, laughing loudly as she followed along, no longer stressing about her lack of grace as she fumbled along behind him in her heels.

  Moving through a set of arched double doors, they entered the largest room in the Castle, the Play Hall.

  The circular room was massive, filling the whole center of the Castle. The round walls arched into a dome ceiling that featured tiered, carved moldings. Between the moldings the ceiling had been painted with erotic mystical paintings featuring fairies and cherubs. Each mural featured a different sexual act: 69, blow jobs, anal, orgy, and more. Alyssa immediately recognized the style of a fellow artist she considered a friend. It made her wonder if her friend had been thanked in the same way she was about to be.

  Wouldn’t that be an interesting conversation?

  In the center of the room was a massive raised stage. Love seats, at least a hundred of them, were lined up in concentric circles around the stage. They looked sumptuous and inviting, upholstered in lush dark red velvet and edged with gold finials. Matching red drapery hung at regular points along the walls, pooling on the ground like evening gowns. Interspersed between the drapes was a series of softly lit alcoves, many featuring erotic artwork. Paintings, photography, and sculpture in various mediums.<
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  Walker spoke as they walked, “The Play Hall is the main gathering hall and starting point for most Castle O events. On a typical event night the Castle would be filled with hundreds of couples, more than double the number here for the unveiling. Tonight was a special invitation-only event. Every Castle O evening starts with a live, sexually charged performance in this room, guaranteed to get the evening started right.”

  But tonight was not a typical Castle O evening. Tonight was about her art, and now, her as the creator. Alyssa looked around wondering what this evening’s entertainment would be.

  As Walker led her along plushly carpeted aisles, Alyssa could hear everyone following them, the shuffling of their feet and hum of voices getting louder and louder. Pressing in against her back. She didn’t dare turn around to look, sure that if she looked, she would lose her nerve as she realized they were walking towards the center of the room. The stage.

  I’m the entertainment, she realized with a start. Fear flashed through her mind only to be quickly replaced by nervous excitement.

  Steadying her arm, Walker helped her up yet another set of stairs onto the stage. This time she managed without losing her balance, or wobbling. She gave herself a silent, congratulatory, pat on the back.

  Then she stumbled, catching Walker’s arm just in time to stop herself from hitting the ground.

  The center of the stage was dominated by a massive bed. The sight of it made her legs quivery, wobbly and weak. For a moment she thought it was nerves, but quickly realized it was desire. A desperate need to release the pressure that continued to build between her legs.

  Walker squeezed her hand, beckoning her forward. He looked so damned gorgeous and tempting, with his cocky smile and casual, comfortable way on the stage in front of all those people. Knowing what was about to happen, yet still relaxed and confident, like it was just an everyday thing.