by Marie Haynes
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you. And yes, that information does help. Tremendously,” she added.
“What about tapas?” he asked.
“Tapas?”
“Yes, tapas or small plates. Instead of a full meal, you could come up with eight or nine small dishes served like appetisers. Finger foods,” he suggested.
Alicia considered. “That’s perfect, Paul. I wouldn’t need a main course if I did that, just a variety of different appetisers really. Thank you so much. If I wasn’t afraid of getting you ill, I’d kiss you right now.”
“You know, the risk is certainly worth it, but I’d rather wait until you’re fully rested and recovered. Then you can thank me with more than a kiss” He smiled seductively.
Alicia felt her heart melt. “Count on it.”
Chapter Thirteen
Milkshake
1 cup whole milk
3 scoops vanilla ice cream
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 teaspoons sugar
Combine all ingredients in a blender. Blend to desired consistency. You may change the flavour by adding pureed fruit or flavoured ice cream.
Alicia carried through with her promise a few days later. Paul had called her and invited her over for the afternoon to watch one of her favourite old movies, Casablanca. She had quickly showered and put on a light cotton dress. Hoping for the best, she had also worn a matching light pink corset and g-string. Now, cuddled next to Paul on his couch, Alicia sniffed loudly then blushed a bit when Paul handed her a tissue.
“It’s so sad,” she said.
“That’s what makes it so good. Now I can dry your tears,” Paul leaned over and kissed her cheeks. “What can I do to see you smile again?”
“Let me thank you. You’ve done so much for me. Let me please you,” she whispered. “I will do whatever you’d like.”
Paul smiled. “Greet me.”
Alicia immediately stood and began to remove her dress, but Paul stopped her.
“No, not like you do Maverick. I like the dress, the lingerie. Looks sexy when I can catch only glimpses of skin through fabric.”
Alicia frowned in confusion. “Tell me what you want of me.”
“Stand against the blue wall, facing it,” he instructed gently.
The juxtaposition of such a gentle, warm voice to a command momentarily bewildered Alicia. Still, she was trained well. With only a brief hesitation, she complied. The east wall of Paul’s living room was painted a deep midnight blue with flecks of yellow and red adding contrast and texture. Alicia faced the wall, placing her hands at shoulder height.
She heard the tell-tale click of Paul unbuckling his belt. Resisting the urge to turn around, Alicia concentrated on controlling her breathing. Soon enough, Paul stood behind her, pulling her against his chest with one strong arm and reaching beneath the skirt with the other.
“Lovely,” he said. “I like you in this position.”
“I’ll be here whenever you want me then,” she answered, closing her eyes as she felt herself moisten when he dipped his fingers beneath her silk g-string, rimming her tunnel.
The doorbell rang, and Alicia jumped with the unexpectedness of the sound.
Paul dropped his head to hers, sighed and reached down to pull up his trousers.
“Don’t move,” he commanded. “I’ll be right back.”
Alicia let an exasperated noise escape before nodding. God she wanted to be used by him! Hopefully whoever was at the door wouldn’t stay long.
“Come in,” Paul said pleasantly.
“Looks like I might be interrupting something,” Ivory laughed.
“Alicia, you don’t mind if Ivory watches, do you?” Paul asked while gently rubbing her back.
In truth, Ivory’s presence gave Alicia pause. She liked the other woman but was worried that Ivory’s opinion of her would drop once she saw her as a submissive.
“Don’t mind me, darling. I’m not really in the mood for sex myself, but I’ve always enjoyed a good show,” Ivory interjected. “I’ve been wanting to see you in action anyway. But I do think the g-string needs to go. She should be completely open to you, Paul. Alicia darling, why don’t you relieve yourself of that annoying scrap of material?”
Despite her nervousness, Alicia nodded, quickly ridding herself of the offending article of clothing and resuming her position as gracefully as possible. She would not disappoint Paul now. Still, Ivory’s presence did add an element of humiliation. Alicia respected Ivory. She didn’t want the other woman to think less of her.
“I was about to see just how wet she was,” Paul said, once again dropping his trousers. This time he also removed his shirt before stepping behind Alicia and reaching beneath her skirt. “Oh, yes. She’s very wet.” He ran his tongue along her neck.
“Alicia,” Ivory said, “why don’t you reach back and guide Paul into you?”
When Alicia hesitated, Paul whispered into her ear, “Do it. Follow any instruction either of us gives you. It’ll be fine—really. You might, however, see another side of me today. Don’t be frightened.”
She reached around, grasped Paul’s luscious member and, arching her back and grateful for the three-inch heels, she guided him into her welcoming nest.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Put your hands back on the wall.”
Alicia sighed as Paul slowly eased himself into her body. His heat penetrated her thin dress and satin corset.
“Get rid of the dress,” Ivory suggested. “I’d like to see what she’s wearing beneath.”
“Good idea,” Paul agreed. In one quick move, Paul grasped the back neckline and yanked downwards.
Alicia could not suppress the gasp of surprise when the thin, pink cotton ripped away from her body. Paul had never shown such brute force before. She was so shocked she forgot her position and tried to turn around.
“Naughty, naughty,” Ivory scolded.
“Yes, she was. She’s been taught better than that,” Paul added.
Alicia blushed in shame. It was true, she had been taught better. And he had just warned her that she was going to see a new side to him.
“I do like the corset, though. Makes her small waist absolutely miniscule and her tits enormous,” Ivory said. “And I must say, Paul, your arse is one of the finest I’ve ever seen. Watching you pump away almost makes me wish I hadn’t sworn off sex for a while.”
“You can always change your mind,” Paul teased.
“Not at this time of the month. Some girls like it, but not me. I’ll just watch. Maybe even do a little directing.”
Alicia couldn’t believe the two of them were having a conversation while she stood pinned against a wall as Paul fucked her. The experience was thrilling. She found that she liked performing, knowing that Ivory watched her every move.
“I’ve got it!” Ivory shouted. “Why don’t I brush up on some of my old skills? Sound good?”
“Sounds wonderful, darling,” Paul laughed. “So long as I get to fuck her as I like.”
“Deal. Now, Alicia, dear, you just let Paul have his way with you for a little while and I’ll set up a few items in the dining room. Have fun, kids.” Ivory laughed wickedly before leaving the room.
During this surreal conversation, Paul had been slowly easing himself in and out of her wet pussy. He reached around her satin clad torso and rubbed the cleavage that had popped over the corset.
“Spread you legs more,” he whispered into her ear.
Alicia complied, her behind sticking out even further from the wall.
“That’s it,” Paul encouraged, increasing the rhythm of his assault and clawing at her breasts.
Alicia closed her eyes, feeling him expand inside of her, knowing he was close to the edge. She could feel her own climax bubbling near to the surface but desperately wanted Paul’s pleasure more than her own.
“Paul, use me. Come to me, please,” she begged.
“Arrrgh!” Paul cried out as he exploded into her thirsty b
ody.
As soon as his liquid fire filled her, Alicia’s own climax burst through. She leaned her head against the wall as tremors of delight travelled the length of her body. Paul leaned his head against her back, panting. Alicia smiled, pleased she could bring him to orgasm so quickly.
She was startled by the sound of hands clapping.
“Lovely,” Ivory commented. “Now that she’s all lubricated, bring her into the dining room. I’m ready for her.”
Alicia felt so satiated that she didn’t wonder what was ready, but meekly followed Paul into the other room. Once there, she saw an electric pot filled with melted wax, thin strips of white cloth and a pair of tweezers. Attached to the table legs were silken ropes.
“Come on, luv. Climb up on the table,” Ivory encouraged.
Alicia glanced at Paul, who nodded approval. Alicia did as she was told despite the slight tickle of worry creeping into her mind. She began to breathe a bit faster when Paul secured her arms over her head with the ropes. Next he tied her legs, basically immobilising her body.
“Now this might hurt a bit, but you enjoy that, don’t you?” Ivory asked.
Alicia remained mute until Paul roughly tugged on her braid.
“Answer,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied immediately. “But could you tell me what you’re going to do, please?”
“Oh, you’ll figure it out soon enough,” Ivory laughed. “You see, darling,” she lifted out a small wooden paddle from the pot of wax and spread the warm substance on Alicia’s underarms. “Before I became a model for Maverick, I worked in a spa.”
Ivory rubbed a strip of cloth over the wax then quickly ripped upwards. Alicia squealed and would have leapt from the table if not for her bindings as the stubbly hair that had once been part of her body was now entrapped on the cloth.
“I was an expert at hair removal. I’m so glad I haven’t lost my touch,” Ivory continued as she moved to the next arm.
“Wait!” Alicia cried out. What if Maverick didn’t want this? She wasn’t sure she wanted this. It wasn’t so much the unique and excruciating pain, but the fact that she rather liked some hair on her body. Maverick insisted on her nakedness so much, the hair gave her some natural covering.
“What?” Paul asked with quiet strength.
Alicia realised her mistake, but couldn’t help herself. “I’m frightened. I don’t know if I want this.”
“Do you want to use the safe word?” Paul questioned.
Alicia paused a moment and considered. Ivory waited. She realised that all she had to do was say the word and end this session.
“No,” she finally admitted. “You’re my second. If this is what you want, I’ll do it. But please, won’t you explain to Mr. Devonshire?”
Ivory began slathering wax and cloth on her legs. Alicia jumped as far as her bonds would allow each time a strip of hair was removed.
Paul laughed. “No, I won’t, Alicia. You face your own music. Besides, you’ve disobeyed several times today. Slight infringements, but still.”
Alicia felt tears of both pain and shame gathering in her eyes. He was right. She deserved the humiliation of both a naked body and explaining to Maverick. After that, she lay quiet while Ivory systematically waxed and tweezed her leg hair. Not until Ivory dripped warm wax on her curling mound did she speak again.
“There too?” she questioned.
“Certainly,” Ivory answered. “You’re lucky I’m not taking off your arm hair as well.” Then she ripped off a strip of cloth, taking Alicia’s pubic hair with it. Alicia again cried out. Christ! Nothing before had prepared her for the pain of this! The wax felt like it was burning through her skin when Ivory carefully opened her lips and applied it to her most delicate of places.
“Paul, I do believe you’ve leaked out of her,” Ivory commented, ignoring Alicia’s cry of pain.
“I guess I’ll have to re-apply then,” he joked.
“In a bit,” she answered. “I may have sworn off sex for a few days, but that doesn’t mean I won’t partake of what is so beautifully available.”
“By all means,” Paul graciously replied.
“Oh!” Alicia cried out when she felt Ivory’s delicate tongue lapping up the creamy essence oozing from her now completely naked nether lips. No woman had ever kissed her there. Alicia could hardly believe the difference between a rough, strong male tongue and the gentle, persistent flicks Ivory now employed. She squirmed against her bindings, finally screaming out her pleasure. God! If it meant enduring this barbaric hair removal every week to feel the glory of that tongue again, she’d gladly submit.
“Well, that was lovely. I imagine that if milkshakes could be served warm, that is what they would taste like,” Ivory said a bit breathlessly. “Paul, turn her over for now. I need to do the other side,” Ivory instructed.
“Right,” he answered.
Alicia couldn’t believe it. She had expected the backs of her legs to be waxed, but when Ivory had Paul unbind her arms and had her kneel with elbows on the table and arse in the air, she was shocked.
“It can get a bit tricky here, but it’s important to get rid of all the little hairs hiding your darling little winking eye,” Ivory said happily.
Alicia closed her lids and bit her lip as Ivory removed every hair from her most private region. The woman even went so far as to tweeze any stray hairs. By the time she finished, Alicia was sporting a full Hollywood.
“There you go, Paul. I think she’s ready now.” Ivory helped Alicia into a sitting position then kissed her full on the mouth.
Alicia wondered what, exactly, she was ready for.
“Someday, Alicia, I think we will become very close friends indeed,” Ivory commented. “But for now, I’m off. Paul—enjoy your evening. I’ll see you tomorrow at the dinner.” Ivory gave Paul a quick peck on the cheek and waved goodbye.
“There, now, luv, don’t cry.” Paul brushed a tear from Alicia’s cheek.
“But I really liked at least a landing strip. And what will Maverick say?” Alicia cried.
“Well, it isn’t really about what you like, is it?” Paul answered gently.
Alicia considered a moment. This was true. If she really wanted to live as a true submissive, she must learn to put her own wants and desires aside and concentrate on pleasing her Master—in this case, Paul. Maverick—Mr. Devonshire, that is—had told her that Paul was her second. She was to follow all of Paul’s commands just as she would his.
Finally Alicia nodded. “You’re right, Paul. It isn’t about what I want at all.”
“That’s my girl. Still, tell me what you’re thinking now? What have you learned?”
“I’m humiliated, truthfully. I have never felt so completely naked or exposed. I hate this. But,” she paused, looking into his eyes, “at the same time I can see your excitement. Your eyes are glowing, and you’re hard again. I know I’ve pleased you. God, Paul. I’m wet.”
Paul laughed. “Of course you are. You’re beginning to realise that your pleasure comes from giving yourself, body and soul, to others.”
Alicia smiled in understanding. “You’re right.”
“As far as Maverick goes, he won’t be disappointed in the least. Except, of course, in your hesitations,” Paul warned.
The smile dropped from her face and Alicia lowered her eyes.
“Problem?” Paul questioned.
“No,” Alicia whispered. “It’s just that it wasn’t him I disappointed. It was you.”
Paul raised her chin to look again into her eyes.
“Then perhaps it should be I who corrects you,” he said sternly.
Alicia had never felt Paul’s hand on her in punishment. He seemed such a gentle, kind man. Looking at him now, however, she saw his easy-going manner was usurped by sternness. Alicia swallowed once then again nodded.
“As you wish, Paul,” she said.
“Good. Maverick and I have had a little chat about our relationship with you. It seems that I have been som
ewhat lax. We both agree it’s time for me to assert a bit of authority. Get in the car,” he directed.
Alicia again hesitated a moment. Did he really intend for her to leave the house like that? Wearing nothing but her corset and three inch heels? Looking at his stoic demeanour again, she realised that was exactly his intention. Hopping down from the table, she walked to the front door, opened it and proceeded to Paul’s mini Cooper. Because the sun had been bearing down on the windshield all afternoon, the leather seat was quite warm, but Alicia sat uncomplaining, despite the burning on her naked behind.
After dressing and locking up the house, Paul joined her and revved the engine. Alicia remained silent, her hands folded demurely on her lap. Paul seemed to be completely at ease, whistling along to the radio, speeding along the roadway.
After driving in silence for close to an hour, Paul finally turned off the main roadway and headed down a dirt road lined with trees.
“I’ve always loved this place,” Paul said conversationally. “Something about being out in nature that calms the soul. Ah, here we are.” He pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car. Getting out, he walked around the mini and opened the door for Alicia.
“Come along then. We’re going for a little walk,” he said as he helped her out of the car.
Alicia remained silent, completely terrified that someone might see her. Still, she realised that Paul was testing her devotion to him just as Mr. Devonshire had the night she had signed her contract. Straightening her shoulders, Alicia strengthened her resolve. If Paul wanted her to stand naked before all of London, then by God she’d do it—if she didn’t die of embarrassment first. For now, she’d follow Paul into the woods and try to clear her mind of everything except obeying his commands. Meekly she trailed behind him on the meandering shaded path.
Finally he came to a stop before an ancient oak tree whose gnarled branches dipped down, almost touching the ground before rising again into the sky.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“I agree,” Paul said. “Like I said, I love this place. My cousin owns the property and I’ve been coming here since I was a schoolboy.”
