Table for Four

by Diana Hunter

  Adora rolled her eyes and gave a mock sigh. “Well, once I teach you, I hope Lissa appreciates what you have learned!”

  David laughed and moved closer to her pussy, the lips still spread by his fingers. Slowly, he lowered his head until his lips brushed her mound. This was not something he wanted to rush. Leaving a kiss on the top of her mound, he worked down and around her pussy, his hot breath exciting her as he planted a trail of moist kisses along the groove where her thigh ended and pussy began. His mouth continued downward until his nose brushed against her crack, as his hold on her pussy lips changed to a caress of her clit.

  The moan from above his head let him know he was doing it right. Continuing his sweet torment of kisses, he made his way slowly along the other leg, listening to her whimpers of desire. Only when his mouth drew beside her clit did he gather his courage for the move to the center.

  First he just kissed the outside of the twin lips; the sweet, salty taste of her filling his senses. He wondered what she would do if he pulled one of those lips into his mouth; she gave out the most wonderful gasp when he did so. Encouraged, he sucked it hard before licking along the inside of it and letting it go.

  “Oh, David…I’m going to come!”

  He grinned and slid a finger inside her tight hole; he wanted to feel the muscles contract when she came. But still he kept his mouth on her, moving now to her clit.

  Keeping one hand on her leg to keep her from bucking, he sucked her clit into his mouth while slowly pushing his finger deep into her. Adora bucked beneath him and David knew her climax grew close. Taking pity on her, he increased his tempo, his tongue flicking over her clit while his finger plunged in and out of her pussy.

  His reward came when he felt her muscles contracting around his finger as she moaned from the depths of her throat.

  As long as her climax lasted, he eased his finger in and out of her contracting pussy. But when she at last lay still, panting in the night, David gathered her into his arms and held her close. She clung to him, her body shaking. It was only after several moments, that David realized she was crying.

  “Adora?” He brushed the golden hair from her face and tried to read her expression in the dark room. “Adora, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head, a movement David felt rather than saw. At least it was a negative shake. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  Taking several gulps of air, and hiccupping once, Adora finally came out from her hiding place in the crook of his arm.

  “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

  David was baffled. “Like what?”

  “So…so…sensual and slow and…tender.” She sniffled again.

  Now he was completely confused. “But you’ve had men lick you before, right? Even Richard has taken you this way, hasn’t he? I know he’s into bondage and all that stuff, but he doesn’t make you do that if you don’t want to—does he?”

  Again Adora shook her head. “You do not understand. I told you before. Richard does not ‘take me’ at all. We do not have sex.”

  “Because of his demons, you said.” He remembered now.

  She sighed. “I fell in love with him and we married. My…past…made it difficult for me to be intimate at all, but he was patient and very kind. He explained his preferences to me after a while and I agreed to try it. But as soon as he tied my hands, it all came back and I lost my mind for a while.

  “We agreed that manner of sex was not something I would ever be able to do. I remember, he asked me that night what I would like to do to the men who raped me. I told him I wanted to humiliate them all, and make them beg on their knees. He laughed and told me there were actually men out there who would like that sort of thing. Male submissives.

  “I found I enjoyed their submission. But always there was still an empty spot and the men moved on. Richard holds me and loves me, but we both have different tastes. Yes, men have ‘licked’ me before, but always at my insistence; they did not enjoy it and I relished that.

  “But that’s not the way with you. You offered. You cared about me and nothing else. Until tonight, I did not know there was yet another way.”

  She buried her face in David’s chest as her raw emotions spilled over again. He held her tightly, caressing her back and kissing her hair to comfort her.

  “My dearest Adora, I’m afraid this way is the only way I know. Richard and Lissa have a name for this style, you know.”

  She looked up at him in the darkness. “They do? What is it called?”

  He smiled. “Vanilla.”

  * * * * *

  Lissa still wore the cuffs, although they were not locked together. She remained on the bed, watching her broad-shouldered Gypsy king remove his clothing. Naked, he stood beside the bed and let her look her fill.

  The mat of black hair that Lissa glimpsed before curled over his chest, coming down to a thin line that led her eye like an arrow to his cock. And when her eye fell on that glorious appendage, her mouth fell open in shock. Fully erect and the width of Adora’s thin arm, his cock extended a full nine inches or more in length. The dark purple head pulsed with pent-up need. In spite of herself, Lissa pulled away.

  Richard turned to pick up something from the bureau behind him; Lissa saw the padlock in his fingers when he turned back.

  “Give me your hands.”

  She did so with only a slight hesitation. He locked her wrist cuffs together, then brought her arms up over her head and fastened them somehow to the headboard. Lissa tried to squirm around and see, but Richard sat beside her on the bed and she remained still.

  “You have beautiful breasts, my dear one. So full, like ripe cantaloupe heavy in my hand.” His thick fingers traced the indentations made by the rope. The marks would fade by morning, but for now the lines stood dark red against her skin. It had been his intention to have her taste him tonight, but the look of fear in her eyes when he showed himself to her changed his mind. She was not ready for that. Not yet.

  He toyed with her breasts, caressing them, gently tweaking her nipples. “These are perfect breasts to surround a man’s cock. And that’s just what they are going to do tonight. Do you understand?”

  She didn’t. What did he mean? But before she could ask, Richard knelt on the bed and swung a leg over her, straddling her stomach. He placed his long, thick cock in her cleavage, grabbing each of her breasts to wrap around the shaft. His powerful hands squeezed her breasts, molding them into the shape he wanted; Lissa arched and provided him with a better angle as Richard began to ride her body, thrusting his cock through the opening made by her squashed breasts.

  She could not take her eyes off the smooth tip of his cock as it poked through each time. Big, round, purple, the slit filling with white pre-cum, her lips parted unconsciously each time it came near.

  “You have sucked your husband, yes?”

  She shook her head no, never taking her eyes off his cock.

  “Never? Not even tasted it?”

  Again she shook her head as his thrusts increased in tempo.

  No wonder she had been fearful. He was glad he had changed his mind. The thought of being the first man to come in her mouth brought him to his own fulfillment. His voice, raspy with his arousal, growled out his words more harshly than he intended them. “Then next time I will teach you how to take a man in your mouth. For now, wear the present I bring you.” With a loud, wordless groan, Richard came, his seed spurting out all over Lissa’s breasts. She raised her chin as more cum fell onto her neck. Warm and wet, she reveled in the gift he gave her.

  Her eyes, the lids heavy with arousal, stared at him, slightly unfocused. Grinning wickedly, Richard reached behind him and touched her clit; immediately her body responded, electric fire jolting through her.

  “It is as I suspected. You have a body built for coming, over and over and over. Come again for me, Melissa.”

  She did. With her hands bound above her and her Master’s body straddling her waist, only her legs were free. She be
nt them, pushing herself into his hand as her body convulsed in another climax.

  He watched her body buck beneath him, enjoying her “forced” orgasm. Melissa obeyed his commands in a manner different from the other women he had taken. Somehow she was stronger yet more vulnerable than the others. Stronger in her independence, more vulnerable in her heart. If the woman beneath him chose to give him her heart, for her it would mean total submission. Only time would tell if he was the one to tame that heart.

  When her body stilled, Richard leaned forward and took off the cuffs, letting her completely free. He rose and left the room, telling her to remain where she was.

  Unfettered and free to do as she pleased, Lissa did as she was bidden, content to remain where she was.

  Richard returned with a warm cloth with which he wiped her body. She had not moved from her spot on the bed. Yes, this woman had definite possibilities. He fervently hoped things were going as well for Adora as they were for him. This woman before him had the makings of being a fine slave. Sliding onto the bed beside Lissa, he washed his toy. First her pussy, then the cum from her breasts and chin, scooping it all up in the cloth. Clean, she pulled the covers over her and snuggled in as he returned the cloth to the bath. When he joined her in bed and turned out the light, he reached over and pulled her close. For the first time, he let down a bit of his own guard as she awakened the protective side of his heart.

  For several moments, Lissa just cuddled against him, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the softness of the thick, black hair on his chest. Exhaustion threatened to overtake her; never in her life had she come four times in a night, let alone so hard.

  “Thank you for the use of your body tonight, Melissa.” Richard’s sultry voice was soft in her ear.

  “You’re welcome…Master.” Her heart twittered to hear her voice say that title.

  “You must only give me that when I deserve it.” There was a slight admonition in his voice.

  “You do deserve it. I do not bestow that title lightly.”

  Richard smoothed the hair from her face, tilting her chin up. “If I am your Master, then what does that make you?”

  Lissa’s heartbeat raced as she realized the implication. Less than two weeks ago, Adora had named Lissa’s biggest fear: “If you find a man who can tame the wild mare inside, there will be no part of you unclaimed by a man. Your entire being will belong to others.” And yet tonight, Richard had gone a long way toward subduing her resistance.

  She smiled as she considered the question. Quiet strength emanated from him, she felt secure in his arms in a way she never felt before. Almost shyly, her voice soft, Lissa gave him her answer. “That makes me your slave.”

  Chapter 5

  David and Richard had already decided that the spouses would not spend the night at the other’s house. So it was with great reluctance that eventually David roused Adora and Richard roused Lissa to send the wives home.

  Lissa fervently hoped David did not want to talk about the evening. She still felt wrapped in a cocoon made of rope and blossoming hopes; the emotions were still too raw to share. Tomorrow would be soon enough.

  David paced until Lissa’s car turned in the drive; the women must’ve passed each other on the road. Still, those few moments seemed an eternity to him. Grateful for the night with Adora, still he wanted his wife beside him in bed.

  She fell into David’s arms, holding him tightly, grinning from ear to ear. The night had been special for both of them, she realized as his lips covered hers in a very welcoming kiss. He smelled faintly of flowers—Adora’s perfume. Instead of making her jealous, it gave her a tingle inside. Had her husband’s cock been inside another woman?

  David smelled the clove scent on Lissa’s skin, had the man put his cock into his wife somewhere? Did she bear any marks? He didn’t ask any of the multitude of questions that spilled over themselves in his brain. He simply took her hand and the two walked up the stairs together to bed.

  They didn’t have sex; neither of them had the energy for it. But Lissa snuggled into David’s arms, spoon-fashion, contentment settling on her like a comfortable old sweater. David wrapped his arms around his wife and fell asleep with his head buried in hair, the scent of spices filling his senses with dreams of peace.

  * * * * *

  They awoke, still spooned and very much in love. David grinned self-consciously every time Lissa looked at him; Lissa blushed each time David smiled. Like newlyweds who still are a bit shy of each other, they dressed and got breakfast. They showered and removed the scents of last night’s lovemaking, returning again to their regular selves. Only when the two were seated at the table, their breakfast before them, did David finally broach the subject that had them both grinning like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

  “Did you have a good time last night?”

  “Yes.” Lissa giggled, a noise David hadn’t heard in many months. “Did you?”

  “Yes.” He sipped his coffee.

  “Good.” She smiled and turned back to the paragraph she had already read three times, reading it a fourth. David’s command interrupted her attempt.

  “Okay, I can’t stand it. Stand up and take off your robe.”

  “What?!”

  “You heard me. Stand up, and get naked for me, woman.”

  Laughing she stood and struck a sexy pose as the robe dropped from her shoulders.

  “Turn around.”

  Mystified, she did so.

  “All right, you can put your robe back on and sit down.”

  Pulling the silk around her, she had to ask. “Mind telling me what that was all about?”

  “Just checking.”

  “For what?”

  “Marks.”

  She sat back.

  “And what if there had been? Marks, that is.”

  “I would expect you to show them to me like badges of honor.”

  Her jaw dropped in surprise. “You would?”

  David nodded, feeling a bit smug. Obviously she had not expected that answer.

  “You wouldn’t get all protective and concerned for my welfare?”

  “Lissa, I know what you want, I’m not stupid. I just can’t give it to you, that’s all. Richard can. I am glad you bear no marks this morning, but I fully expect you to next time.”

  “Next time?”

  “You do want a next time, don’t you?”

  For a moment, she sat in silence. She did, but did he? Well, one of them had to go out on the limb. “Yes. I do want a next time. And a time after that as well.”

  “Good.” He paused. “So do I.”

  “Good.” She grinned and waggled her eyebrows at him, jerking her head in the direction of the stairs.

  David laughed. “Come on, woman, forget breakfast, and put that body where your mind is.”

  Laughing, he chased her up the stairs. She had a lead on him, however, and made it to the room with enough headway to drop her robe and strike a reclining, sensuous position on the bed. Only her gasping for breath broke the sexiness of her pin-up pose.

  David paused in the door, his robe unfastened, his cock hard and ready. The bed still bounced from his wife’s leap upon it. She grinned at him now, her hair artfully draped over the arm that held up her head. Shapely curves from the height of her shoulders to the valley of her waist to the rise of her hips tapered to the point of her beautiful toes. He whistled and shook his head.

  “I am married to a vixen, for sure.” Striding into the room, David dropped his robe on top of his wife’s and slid onto the bed beside her, scooping her into his arms.

  “Are we really going to have sex? It’s not Saturday night, David,” Lissa teased.

  “We are. Right here in broad daylight, I am going to take my wife and make her squeal.” He lunged for her nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth.

  “David!” She squirmed in surprise.

  He popped up his head. “See? Just like that!” He nipped at her nipple with his teeth and Lissa gasped.r />
  “You are one sexy woman, Lissa Patterson.”

  She smiled up at him, rolling to push her body closer to his. “And you are one sexy man, David Patterson.”

  Their kiss of passion ignited the fires only banked from the night before. David’s tongue sought Lissa’s and danced in her mouth, entwining and dipping, caressing and tasting. Lissa’s hands reached for David’s cock, massaging and loving, warm and sensuous. Moving as one, David rolled her onto her back, her hands guiding him so that he could enter her directly. He took her in one thrust, plunging deep; she arched as he entered, allowing him access. Together they rode one another, their voices raised in concert as their passion grew. Two souls as one, their need grew stronger until it burst from both in loud cries of satisfaction. Their bodies convulsed, overtaken by the passion that ruled them until they collapsed in each other’s arms, spent.

  Afterwards, they agreed it was among the best sex they’d ever had with one another.

  “Do you think our time with another couple had anything to do with that fact?” Lissa asked when David remarked on it.

  “I think it might have.” David lay on his back, his hands clasped under his head. Lissa fingered her breast, idly playing with the nipple David had bitten.

  “So playing with someone else has made our own relationship stronger?”

  “We were pretty strong to begin with, Lissa.”

  “I know you love Adora.”

  “Do you mind?” He looked over at his wife for signs of trouble.

  Lissa shook her head. “Actually, I don’t. I’ve decided it’s very possible to love two people at the same time.”

  “Does that mean you’ve fallen in love with Richard?”

  She considered a moment. “I love what he does to me and I find him very sexy. But I’m not sure I’m in love with him.”

  “I think that’s only a matter of time. He’s just begun to assert his dominance over you. Didn’t you discover a time last night when you would have done anything for him? Just because he asked you to do it?”