Table for Four

by Diana Hunter

  Moving as one, Adora spread her legs as David slipped between them. He could not take his eyes from her beauty, the desire to sink his cock past her luscious mound overwhelming him. Her golden hair spread on the pillows like the halo of an angel. Her eyes, two sapphire windows to her soul and dark with passion, urged him on.

  And still he savored the moment, enjoying the sight of her nipples, hard little round nubs that had tasted of sweetness on his tongue, and her pert breasts, now flattened as she lay on her back, their roundness bouncing from side to side as she wiggled her hips upward, begging with her body for his entrance.

  He leaned down to capture her mouth, pulling on her full lips, each one in turn. And only then, when he held her mouth captive in his embrace, did he push his cock against her opening…slowly…deliberately…forcing himself inside.

  She moaned under him and tried to move her head, but he held her in his kiss. Her lips parted and she let his tongue penetrate her mouth as his cock penetrated her pussy. Deeper and deeper he pushed, harder and harder she pushed up against him, willing him in, wanting to feel herself surrounded by his love and his body.

  Their bodies rocked as one. David thrusting deep into her tight, warm pussy, Adora’s legs wrapped around him, pushing him into the secrets of her soul. David’s groans sang counterpoint to Adora’s cries—a crescendo in the night—two souls yearning for release.

  They came together. Adora’s eyes shining blue beacons of trust, desire, and love as David’s shone with protection, caring, and love. Their souls touched—naked to each other—and David loved Adora for what she shared.

  * * * * *

  Richard’s slave floated in a haze of his creation, willing to float or come as he commanded. He switched the flogger for a different device; this one a wand of flexible plastic wrapped in a wide black leather sheath. The flat end, about two inches wide and shaped like a small hand, slapped against Lissa’s pussy lips when Richard snapped the crop against her most sensitive area.

  Lissa jumped more in shock than pain. Suspended in her flogger-induced haze, Richard’s pause as he switched instruments gave her time to enjoy the heat the leather had spread over her skin. Warm and tingling with little fires, her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took. The slap of the new toy brought her out of her reverie, making her concentrate on the kindling of a new fire between her legs.

  The dark brown hair of her mound gave scant protection to the blows that now warmed her skin. Never landing in the same place twice, Richard kept her off balance. A blow to her inner thigh left an imprint of the little hand. A matching blow to the inside of her other thigh gave her twin spots of pink.

  And now he set up a quick tattoo. Quickly slapping the end of the crop from side to side, he reddened the skin between her legs, listening as her cries increased. “Yes, slave. Let me hear your voice.”

  Lissa screamed as the crop’s tempo continued. Her head tossed from side to side, her eyes opened but did not focus. The stinging drove her mad. She cried out to him in wordless pleas, language had left her. The unbearable tension built until even her screams brought no relief.

  Richard’s cock grew hard as the intensity of the woman’s screams increased, the animal inside him raged to throw away the crop and ravage her there on the table.

  With an oath, he let the animal loose. Later he would look for the crop, he didn’t care where it had landed. He wanted more. Grabbing her reddened thighs with his hands, he rubbed the skin, pushing the heat into her body, his touch agony. She screamed again as her pussy pooled its white cream on the table in her need.

  He could contain himself no longer. Unzipping his pants and not bothering to take them off, he mounted the sturdy table, his magnificent cock dark with his desire, framed by the dark clothing he wore.

  Lissa’s pussy opened in her need, anticipating, wanting to be split by his thickness. Yet her mind cried in fear, straining against the bindings to close her legs and keep him out.

  Her cries fueled Richard’s lust. The woman uttered no safeword that would force him to cage the animal. He gave it free rein, poising the purple tip of his cock at the edge of her sopping pussy, the sides of his legs scraping the reddened skin of her whipped thighs.

  “Beg me, slave.”

  Lissa’s cry echoed through the room, but no words formed.

  “Beg me!”

  The raw power in his voice brought her mind to bear. Straining against the ropes to push her pussy toward him, she pleaded. “Take me, please, oh, God, please!”

  “What do you want, slave? Tell me!”

  The humiliation of having to beg, coupled with the fire in her tender skin and her total helplessness broke the last reserve of will Lissa had. The untouchable wildness of her spirit cried out to the dominating ferocity of his. Screaming, she begged him. “Take me! Let me feel your cock inside me! Please!”

  Her cry ended on a scream as Richard thrust into her, slamming his cock in almost half its length in one push. Stretched muscles felt ripped open as her pussy clenched against the intruder, before opening again to invite him deeper.

  He felt the invitation and took advantage of it, pulling out to thrust in again.

  “Open your eyes slave, and give me your climax. Come for me, slut.”

  He saw the animal in her dark eyes; the independent, calm and quiet woman vanished into the night. With a snarl, her brows furrowed as he commanded her; and then she gasped as her body tensed. Richard saw her nostrils flaring as she hovered there, then listened to her screams as she plunged off the cliff, her body writhing against the ropes as she came over and over.

  Savagely, he thrust his cock into her, letting his own need drive him now. His cries in the night, feral and untamed, joined hers as he pumped his seed deep inside her. His body pounded her unmercifully as he took what he needed from his slave. Groaning, he emptied himself and hung upon the edge of sanity until he could no longer hold his body off her with his arms. Exhausted, he collapsed upon the twin cushions of her breast and listened to the wild beating of her heart.

  * * * * *

  The second-to-last candle guttered and went out. Only one dim flame still lit the room as David and Adora rested in each other’s arms. Neither spoke. Words between them would be trite. So entwined, they fell asleep at peace with the world.

  * * * * *

  It took an effort of will on Richard’s part to untie Lissa from her bindings. He had little strength left. Once her hands were free and she could sit up, she helped by undoing the bindings around her legs as Richard coiled and stowed the several pieces of rope. The leather cuffs remained locked in place, however, as Richard led her to the bedroom. Gently he covered her body with a light sheet as he lay down beside her, his fingers tracing the red lines of the ropes, his cool hands soothing the heat of her skin.

  “Tell me what you are thinking, Melissa.”

  His voice was soft, reserved. Almost as if he were afraid she would run away in the morning. She turned to face him, the cuffs jingling as she did so.

  “Permission to touch you, Sir?”

  Apprehension stirred in his gut, he gave permission anyway. “Yes, you have permission.”

  He leaned on one arm before her, his face above hers in the soft bedroom light. Softly she caressed his cheek with the backs of her fingers, tracing the line of his goatee, no hint of the devil in his face. She caught only a faint glimpse of his vulnerability before his eyes grew stern again; the ever-present Master of her being. Gently Lissa leaned forward to brush a kiss upon his lips. And when he did not pull away, she let the kiss deepen, her lips parting, their breaths shared as Lissa held her Master in her arms and calmed the wild animal. Her heart moved with pity for the man. To have had no outlet for such a great passion must have been a hardship indeed. But she was here now, and would see that his animal had a home.

  And when the kiss ended, she answered him. “That is what I am thinking, dear Sir.”

  Chapter 7

  Outside the window, the night paled
as pink lace and purple ribbons of cloud spread across the sky. The sparrow began his merry song; a cardinal whistled a greeting to his mate. And in the dim light growing in the bedroom, David gazed upon the sleeping form of the beautiful woman in his arms.

  The rose light peeked around the edges of the shades to fall on her face, brushing her cheeks with romantic color. A stray strand of gold had fallen across her eyes in the night; David lifted the flaxen lock and kissed it before carefully placing the soft wisp on the pillow.

  Adora stirred, so David slipped out of bed, careful to not disturb her slumber. The bathroom was just around the corner. He decided to take his shower and let her sleep a bit longer.

  Turning the water on, his mind turned over the sex of the night before. He had intended to get Adora to speak more of her past, but that hadn’t happened. Their mutual desires had gotten the better of them and they’d spent the evening exploring each other’s bodies instead of their pasts. Not that David had much of a past worth spending time on.

  The hot water cascaded down the muscles of his back and David lathered his chest as he considered the relationship between Adora and Richard. They were very much in love; there was no doubt about that. Just as he and Lissa were joined forever. Could he help Adora get what she needed from Richard? And more importantly, did he want her to?

  He rinsed the soap from his chest as he struggled with the reality of his love for her. If Richard gave her vanilla sex, then of what use was David? And did he only love her for the sex?

  Questions piled up in his mind as he washed his short, sandy hair, ducking under the water to rinse. Suddenly he realized he was not alone.

  Pulling himself out of the stream of hot water, he shook his head so he could open his eyes. But Adora’s giggle gave away her position before he needed to look. She stood just outside the shower, her head peeking in through the curtain at the very nice view he provided.

  Even soaking wet, David was an attractive man. The strong cheekbones of his clean-shaven face accentuated a strong chin and a smile that tended to be shyly sexy. Naked in the shower, with water running over his muscles, Adora could see the physical strength usually hidden by his white shirts. And although his cock was not hard at the moment; she knew the tender power that lay quietly between his muscular thighs.

  “May I join you?” Adora’s normally soft voice shouted over the noise of the shower.

  David made a welcoming gesture and pulled the curtain back, holding out his hand to steady her as first one slender leg and then the other stepped over the side and into the tub before him. Ignoring the water, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a soft, good-morning kiss.

  “Here, let me wash your back for you,” Adora instructed when they parted.

  Obediently, David turned around for her and let her soap his back. First running the bar of soap over his skin, Adora’s long fingers then worked it into a lather as she massaged his back at the same time. Convinced she had covered every inch, David remained still as her fingers continued to dig into his muscles, turning him into a standing pile of Jell-O.

  “All right. Rinse!”

  He turned toward her again, letting the last of the soap rinse away. “Your turn!”

  David made a mental note to talk to Lissa about putting on an addition with a large shower. A very large shower. Their normal-sized tub in their fairly small bathroom did not afford Adora and him much room to move about. Changing positions with her would have been easier if he had gotten out of the tub at one end and back in at the other. Still, with much giggling and laughing, Adora squeezed past David and he managed to not fall out of the tub in the process.

  Facing her, David watched as she leaned back into the water flow to soak her hair, the warm water cascading over her face and skipping to her pert breasts before plunging to the tub’s porcelain floor. Leaning down, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking the water off as it careened from the tip. He felt the nipple grow hard in his mouth.

  Taking up the soap, he rubbed the front of her body with the small bar, being sure to cover every square inch he could reach. Adora wasn’t much shorter than he was, so he could cover all of her upper body without trouble. Before he went below her waist, however, he gestured for her to turn around and rinse the slippery lather from her front.

  With a smile, she did so and his hands encircled her, rubbing her stomach and breasts free of all the soap. She leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, simply enjoying the touch of his hands on her wet skin. When those hands picked up the soap again and dipped down to slide the bar between her legs, she willingly spread her limbs wide and gave him permission

  Sliding the soap bar along her slit, he felt her body tense in his arms. When her arms stretched up and reached behind her to caress his hair, David took that as an open invitation to explore deeper. Turning the bar on its end, he slid it from her clit towards her ass. When it sank deep into her pussy and she gasped, he grinned, his cock responding to her obvious arousal.

  Putting his left arm around her chest, he held her firmly so that she would not fall as he fucked her pussy with a bar of soap. He pushed it in deep, then waited for her body to expel the slippery oval. Not letting it fall, he pushed it in again, over and over as she whimpered her need.

  “Oh, yes, David. Make me come. Please?” Her voice, almost drowned in the noise of the water, pleaded with him.

  “Then come for me, Adora. Let me feel you.”

  David pushed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in circles as he increased the tempo of the soap. He felt the muscles of her body tense and her fingers, entwined in his hair, flexed and pulled his head down to her shoulder as her body responded. A shudder shook her entire being and she gasped, holding her breath as a second shudder built and released. A third pulse came and David held onto her as she let her body be consumed by her orgasm.

  With a final shudder, she opened her eyes. David let the soap fall into his hand and she gave a little shake as if warding off a chill. Letting go of him, she turned to face the man who gave her such powerful orgasms armed with nothing other than a shower and a bar of soap.

  * * * * *

  The birdsong seeped into Lissa’s consciousness; she breathed deep, inhaling the fresh air coming in the open window as she stretched to meet the morning. But her arms pulled up short, interrupting her stretch. In confusion, she opened her eyes and examined her surroundings.

  The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in a soft bed with Richard’s head nestled on her breasts, his arms encircling her in a protective embrace. His side of the bed was empty now and Lissa realized the shower was on.

  Again she tried moving; her hands lay beside her head, the black cuffs still locked on with their golden locks, but an addition caused her breath to catch. The cuffs were locked together; a thick silver chain ran from them to somewhere over her head. Pulling on the chain produced no downward movement; already taut, her arms could go no further.

  Bending her head back, Lissa could see the chain attached to an eyebolt in the side of the headboard. No lock held it in place; the last link of the chain looped through the steel hole; a permanent fastening. She had not noticed it before because…well…because her mind had been on other matters.

  Rolling onto her back, she raised her arms and discovered that allowed her some movement. She could go up with her hands, but not down further than her face. Resting her hands on top of her head, she turned her attention to her legs.

  These, too, were still bound in the black leather cuffs. Like her wrists, her ankles were locked together; a chain ran from the lock to a matching eyehook in the side of the footboard. Experimenting, she scooched herself down the bed until her arms were extended and her knees bent. In this position, she could open her knees, but not far. Her cuffed ankles prevented that from happening.

  The sound of the water ceased and Lissa pushed herself up the bed again. Any sheet that had covered her in the warm night had long since balled into a heap and now it pushed against the
small of her back, making her decidedly uncomfortable. Without thinking, she lowered her hand to pull it out from under her; the chain brought her movement up short and she was left to wiggle on the bed, trying to dislodge the offending cloth.

  “That’s a nice view to come in to.” Richard’s low baritone drawled from the doorway.

  Immediately Lissa stopped her squirming. “Good morning. The sheet is under me.” She expected he would come over and remove it, making her comfortable once more.

  “Is it?” Richard ignored her predicament, going over to the dresser at the foot of the bed to comb his wet, tousled hair. Only a towel covered him, the ends neatly and securely tucked in at his waist. The deep blue of the towel brought her attention to the blue of his eyes; she watched his reflection in the mirror. He paid her no mind at all.

  Damn him. He didn’t want to help her; she wasn’t going to ask again. Lissa squirmed a bit more but only succeeded in making a bigger bulge of sheet under her. In an attempt to get comfortable, she tried lying on her side, but with her hands and feet bound, she could not get her elbow under her for leverage.

  Her unbound hair fell across her face and she batted at it with her bound hands. If there was one thing she hated, it was hair in her face. But her angle was wrong and waves of brown fell back across her eyes. She tossed her head to get rid of the offending stuff, but still she could not see. Half on her side, half on her back, she had worked herself into quite a predicament.

  Richard watched her in the mirror when she started her struggles anew. He knew what she wanted from him, but if she were truly to be his slave, there were some things she needed to learn. Number one was that he was the Master and she the slave.

  He saw her hair slide down off her shoulder and across her eyes and remembered the feel of it in his hands. Last night he’d spent quite a bit of time running his hands through her thick tresses, enjoying the silkiness as it passed through his fingers. Now it lay in tangles and her efforts to dislodge the hair from her face were unsuccessful. He would wait a bit longer; would she come to him on her own?