by Marie Haynes
When Maverick stood, Alicia went to work drying him. She gently rubbed the towel over his muscular body, beginning with his shoulders and chest, working her way down his torso, his back. She bit back a sigh of pleasure, staring in abject appreciation of the man’s body. He was not exactly ’ripped‘, but he certainly was in shape. She lingered slightly over his well toned buttocks, caressing as well as drying the taut skin. She knelt, allowing the towel to absorb the moisture on his thighs, his calves. When she got to his feet, inspiration struck. He had once said that he wanted her to take the initiative once she learned what pleased him. She laid the towel beside her, ignored the pricking of the tight corset against her ribs, and bent over his feet, licking off the remaining droplets of water. When she finished, she remained in a kneeling position and placed her forehead on the floor before him, pleased with her performance.
Maverick must have also been pleased, for he reached down and raised her chin so she was able to look at him.
“Good girl,” he said. “Stand.”
Alicia did so, remaining silent. She glanced at Megan who had availed herself of the towel and now stood with head bowed, again wearing her heels. She must have sensed Alicia’s gaze because she raised her head and glared at Alicia from the corner of her eyes. Alicia frowned. Why should Megan glare at her? What had she done? They were both companions, both there to serve Mr. Devonshire. Unfortunately, this digression of thought caused Alicia to miss Maverick’s movement towards the bed.
“Alicia,” he said sharply.
She jumped and blushed in embarrassment. Again, she caught Megan’s smirk at this reprimand and wondered at it.
Maverick lay face down on the bed as the two girls took positions on either side of him. They each reached for a bottle of oil, poured a small amount in their hands and began to work the scented oil into Maverick’s warmed skin. Beginning with his neck and shoulders, they worked their way down his body, ending with his feet. At this point, he flipped over onto his back and they began the journey upwards. This time, however, Megan grasped his penis in her mouth and began to slowly suck as Alicia massaged his muscles. Alicia was impressed by Megan’s ability to suck on him, knowing first hand that the diameter of his manhood often caused her jaws to ache. A few minutes later, Megan raised herself from Maverick’s staff, gasping for air. Alicia, not wanting Maverick to be deprived of his pleasure, swooped in. She closed her eyes as she tasted Megan’s lip gloss and Maverick’s flesh. Within seconds, she felt a shift on the bed as Megan took over the massage. She squirmed joyfully when she felt Maverick’s hand on her head, playing with her hair. When he pushed gently on her forehead, she sat up, waiting for further instructions.
She watched as Maverick pulled Megan to him and kissed her passionately. He pushed her to the bed and climbed on top of her. Alicia smiled, sensing a growing warmth inside of herself, thoroughly enjoying the beauty of Maverick’s moving body. Unable to stop herself, she began to touch his arse, rub it, caress it. Soon she bent over that beautiful orb and began to kiss it. She matched her movements to his, gently spreading his cheeks and licking his arsehole. When it was good and slick, she slowly inserted a finger still coated with oil and pressed against Maverick’s prostrate. Maverick threw his head back and cried out as he came deep inside of the lithesome blonde. Megan also cried out, her thighs clenching around Maverick’s legs as the two shared orgasmic pleasures. When the tremors subsided and Maverick collapsed atop Megan, Alicia grinned, happy with her role. True, she would have liked to have felt Maverick inside of her as well, but as his companion, that was his choice, not hers. She knew, eventually, her aching, wet pussy would be attended to as well. And in the meantime, watching the beauty of his movements enthralled her.
Finally, Maverick rolled off Megan and pulled both women into his arms, kissing both of them. Alicia snuggled against him.
“Alicia,” Maverick began, “tell me what you learned this evening.”
“Well, Mr. Devonshire, I would say that I’ve learned that pleasing you is my passion, but I learned that lesson weeks ago. So I suppose I learned that seeing you with another companion has taught me that your needs are many and I cannot hope to fulfil them all.”
“And did you find yourself jealous?”
Alicia considered a moment. “No,” she admitted. “I thought I would be. I knew you had other companions, and the idea of them caused me to feel sparks of jealousy, but tonight, meeting Megan and seeing her serve you—no, I’m not jealous. I just want to please you. In doing so, I find my own release.”
“Are you angry or even upset that I gave Megan my essence?” he persisted.
“Again, sir,” she considered, “I thought I would be. I thought if I didn’t receive you that I had failed you, that you were disappointed in me.”
At this point, Megan raised herself to her elbows and watched Alicia carefully.
“But I felt none of that. I was simply pleased, honoured even, to be part of your pleasure. It’s your choice as to whom you give your cum to. My desire is that you find pleasure. I can’t deny that my body is aching for release, but I know my place—it is to serve you.”
“Interesting,” Maverick observed, “and honest.” He kissed her forehead.
“And you, Megan, what do you think of Alicia?” He looked at the blonde woman.
Megan lowered her eyes respectfully and fidgeted just a bit.
“Well…” she began.
Maverick’s eyes hardened. “I asked a question. You know I expect an immediate and truthful answer. To dawdle is to incur a consequence.”
“Yes, sir. I apologise,” she said remorsefully. “It’s just that you’ve been spending quite a bit of time with this new companion. I think I understand why.”
“And why is that?” Maverick prodded.
“Honestly, Mr. Devonshire, she seems a little slow,” Megan hedged.
Alicia looked at Megan in shock. What could she mean?
“How so?” Maverick countered.
“Well, she’s hesitant. She seems to wait for someone else to tell her what to do. She took her time in preparing for you to leave the bath, the bottles of oil were not symmetrically placed. She was even daydreaming instead of watching you. You actually had to call her over to the bed! She’s also an opportunist,” Megan whispered, glancing at Alicia. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. When I stopped to take a quick breath while sucking Mr. Devonshire, you just leapt in and took my place.” Megan shook her head as a tear formed in her eye.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Alicia?” Maverick demanded.
“I…ah…I’m sorry if you feel that way, Megan, but that was not my intent. I admit I was thinking of other things at one point. I’m sorry, Mr. Devonshire, that you had to call for me. I fully expect and deserve punishment.” She nodded as Maverick’s only response was to raise one eyebrow. Yes, she would suffer consequences. She felt moisture begin to gather already. Nonetheless, she should never have allowed Megan to distract her.
“But an opportunist? No. I simply saw Megan becoming fatigued and rather than have your cock unattended, I took over. In truth, I didn’t consider her feelings—or my own for that matter. My only concern was that you had been left alone. I wanted to rectify that situation.”
“And well you should have,” Maverick commended. “No, Megan, I saw no opportunistic behaviour. Nor did I see any hesitation on her part—except for the incident you both mentioned. And yes, Alicia, there will be a punishment for the breach.” Maverick turned away from her and held Megan’s face in his hands.
Alicia felt bereft at her failure.
“I also saw why she was distracted. You, Megan, did feel jealousy. You resented Alicia’s presence. You felt threatened by her. This is not the first time you have been jealous of another companion, is it?” he scolded. “That emotion transmitted itself to your actions, your expressions. I’ve been too lenient with you. The fault is mine, but if you wish to remain with me, you must remember your place and the contract you signed.”
“No, Maverick, please let me explain…” she began. Her eyes widened in shock as she must have realised she had used his first name.
Alicia held her breath, feeling nothing but sympathy for the other woman. If Maverick had issued such a strong warning to her, especially intimating the possibility of leaving him, she would have been devastated. At the same time, she knew that Megan had breached the contract. She had put her own feelings and needs before her Master’s. A companion should never do that.
“Go to the post,” Maverick quietly said.
Megan hung her head as she walked to the pole in the centre of the room. Maverick went to a closet and removed a length of rope.
“Hold out your hands,” he commanded.
Megan did so. She stood perfectly still as Maverick wrapped the rope around both of her wrists, securing the end in a knot. He lifted her arms and attached the rope to the carabineer at the top of the pole. He then walked to the wall where the paddles, whips and canes were displayed and selected a whip.
He began gently flipping the ends of it over Megan’s white arse, lower back and exposed thighs. Ever so slowly he began to pick up velocity, increasing the strength of the blows. Soon, her arse pinked and then reddened, the colour standing out in stark contrast against the white stockings and corset. Megan began to squirm, and soft moans escaped her. Maverick never varied his rhythm, he simply continued to increase the strength of each blow until Megan strained against the pole, crying out with each flick of the whip. She wiggled around, trying to avoid the blows. Alicia too began to cry. Why didn’t the girl just stand still and take it? By moving and trying to avoid the blows, she surely would only bring on a worse consequence. Alicia also remembered Mr. Devonshire’s warning that they would both be punished for any infraction.
Maverick too apparently noticed the sidestepping. He shook his head and replaced the whip with a cane. After eight stripes, Megan’s head drooped and she stood still, having learned her lesson, and hung limp from her bindings. Alicia knew the poor girl’s arse must be smarting, but the beauty of the abused rear caused Alicia to catch her breath and wetness begin to form.
“You must learn, Megan, if you want to stay with me, to accept my demands,” he said to her. “You must learn your place. Twice now you have shown jealousy. First with Joanne a few months ago and now with Alicia. It makes me wonder exactly why Joanne left my service. Adding to that, you have tried to avoid a just punishment. You disappoint me.”
Megan began to cry in earnest as Maverick walked away from her.
“And now for you, Alicia,” Maverick said.
Alicia looked at him then lowered her head. Fear and desire warred inside of her. “What do you wish of me?”
“Something similar, I think. Go to the post and hold out your hands.”
Alicia did as she was told, holding out her hands and hanging her head as Maverick secured the rope. Having left the heels beside the bed, she had to stand on her toes as he attached her wrists to the top of the post. Maverick’s hands moved around her, unhooking the corset. She closed her eyes with pleasure as he peeled both it and the stockings from her body. She barely restrained herself from turning her head when she felt his hands leave her and heard him step back.
Despite preparing herself, Alicia jumped and cried out with the first caress of the whip, but controlled herself for the following blows. She felt her arse warm as Maverick increased the intensity of each blow. She clenched her teeth against crying out when her arse burned from the flogging, but she did not pull away. After what seemed like a very long time, the flogging stopped. Alicia braced herself for the cane, but instead felt Maverick grasp her braid and pull her head back.
“Good,” he whispered into her ear. “You accept your just punishment as a companion should. Because of that, I see no reason to punish you further. I’m going to release your arms. Bathe yourself—be sure to use very warm water. I don’t want that arse to lose its redness too soon.”
“Yes, Mr. Devonshire, and…” she hesitated.
“And?”
“Thank you,” she added.
Maverick kissed her neck and said, “You are very welcome, my dear.”
Alicia looked up as Maverick released her wrists and was startled to see Megan, still tied to the other side of the post, glaring at her. Hadn’t the girl learned anything? Surely the ever-observant Master would see that glare and punish her further. Inwardly, Alicia cringed at the thought but realised that Megan was choosing her own fate.
While Alicia bathed, Maverick poured himself a drink and lounged in a chair, flipping through a book. If not for the corseted woman with the abused arse tied to the post in the centre of the room, Alicia thought this would be a lovely, perfectly normal domestic scene. As it was, she thought this was a perfect scene. At one time she desperately wanted what society labelled ’normal‘, but now she found herself most content with this alternative lifestyle.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the heat of the water relaxing her muscles, heightening the burning of her arse cheeks. When the water began to cool slightly, Alicia stood and dried herself, applying the lotion Maverick had provided.
“All done then?” Maverick asked.
“Yes, thank you, sir,” Alicia replied.
“Good. I would expect you’re tired. Why don’t you hop into bed—go on now, under the covers with you,” Maverick said pleasantly.
Alicia smiled and gratefully complied. She was indeed tired. That morning she had prepared an elaborate meal for a client—minestrone to begin, baked lasagne, spinach salad, fresh Italian bread to be served with a garlic dipping oil, and for dessert—a raspberry mousse. Before arriving at Maverick’s home, she had been on her feet a full six hours.
Shockingly, Maverick climbed into bed beside her.
“Oh my, this is wonderful,” she said as she snuggled against him.
“Yes, it is,” he responded as he wrapped his arms around her.
“But, sir?”
“Yes?”
“What about Megan?”
Alicia glanced at the other girl and met her gaze as Megan turned to look in the direction of the bed.
“Megan still has some things to learn. I saw the look she gave you when I released you. She will remain where she is for the night,” Maverick decided.
Alicia remained in quiet thought for a time.
“Mr. Devonshire?” she asked.
“Yes, my dear?” he drowsily answered.
“What about her arms? Won’t they become terribly sore by tomorrow? I know it’s not my place to question, and whatever you decide I’m sure is right, but her arms, Mr. Devonshire. They’ll be dreadfully sore by morning. Isn’t denying her the pleasure of your company enough of a punishment?” Alicia asked, hoping he would not find her suggestion offensive.
Maverick remained quiet for such a long time, Alicia felt she had truly offended him and would herself be subjected to another ’consequence’.
“You make a good case, Alicia. And you make it respectfully,” Maverick said. “Go, release her from the post, but leave her hands tied. Megan,” Maverick said louder, “you may sleep on either the rug or the couch, but you will remain tied. You have Alicia to thank for your release. Be grateful,” he added.
But as Alicia released Megan, the other girl whispered to her, “You think you’re special, you slutty bitch. I’m his favourite—not you. You’re just a cheap, American whore. Remember that.” With that, Megan stalked to the rug, curled up in a ball and was soon snoring softly.
Alicia was shaken by the venom in the other woman’s words. What had she done to incur such hatred from her?
Chapter Six
Sugar Free Apple Pie
Two pastry crusts
4-5 cups sliced Golden Delicious apples
1 cup apple cider
1 Tablespoon cornstarch
1 teaspoon each cinnamon and nutmeg
Line a deep dish pie pan with one crust. Fill with apple slices. Meanwhile, in a saucepan heat c
ider and spices. When it begins to boil, add the corn starch, stirring constantly to avoid lumps. Pour over apples. Add top crust carefully, pinching the edges together. Cut slits in crust to allow steam to escape. Bake in moderate oven (350 degrees Fahrenheit) until golden brown, about 45 minutes.
Late the next afternoon, Alicia found herself sipping a glass of wine and staring out her front window. She had been proud of her performance last night, but something about Megan had left a bad taste in her mouth. Trying to take her mind off the situation, she had begun to flip through an old cookbook that had once belonged to her Aunt Helen. Mr. Phillips, another client whom Maverick had recommended, was a particular eater. He had a definite sweet tooth but was also a diabetic—a challenging combination. Perhaps if she could replace the white flour in her pie crust with whole wheat, she could make him an apple pie for dessert next week. She remembered a recipe from her aunt, who had also been a diabetic, for a sugar free apple pie. Ah! Here it was. The recipe called for apple cider thickened with corn starch. To this she would add her special combination of spices and pour the mixture over the raw apples then top the pie with a lattice upper crust. The cider acted as a natural sweetener, negating the need for processed sugar. Deep in thought, Alicia jumped when the telephone broke the silence of the room.
“Hello?” Alicia said into the telephone.
“Good evening,” a deep voice answered.
After the final incident with Megan the night before, Alicia had gratefully crawled back into bed with Maverick. She had been rather disappointed that rather than making love to her, he had simply gathered her in his arms and drifted off to sleep. Still, he enjoyed the right to do as he wished. Nonetheless, that morning she had been further disappointed. When she finally awoke, both Maverick and Megan had been gone. She had found a note from him stating that she had performed well and that he would call her soon. She had swallowed her grief, donned the dress she had packed and left for home.
