by Marie Haynes
“You know, she seems happy, really happy now,” Jeffery said.
“I think so too,” Paul added. “Megan, do you think we might have a few spoons?”
Megan forgot spoons? What was that girl thinking!
“Before we begin, Maverick,” Alicia heard Ivory say, “would you mind taking a few photos? I think I may want a memento of this evening.”
”My thoughts exactly,” Maverick responded.
Alicia heard the clicking of the camera’s shutter and then the crisp staccato of Megan’s heels. Next she felt the cup on her mound lift. Shortly afterwards, the remaining ones also left her body, and the guests tasted the soup. The circles of heat began to dissipate.
“This is wonderful,” Ivory said.
“I hadn’t realised carrots were considered an aphrodisiac,” Paul commented.
“Well, considering their shape,” Hector laughed, “of course they are.”
“You know,” Paul added, “I never noticed before, but the shape of a fig resembles a woman’s womb.”
Alicia winced slightly as a fork prodded her ribs.
“And you call yourself an artist,” Ivory teased. “I thought you would have noticed all kinds of shapes.”
“You’re right,” Paul agreed. “Maybe I need to be more observant.”
The conversation buzzed around Alicia’s head. She heard most of it, but mainly she concentrated on keeping her body perfectly still. Naturally her chest and stomach moved slightly with each breath, but she found that by focusing her thoughts, she could breathe shallowly and limit the movement. Suddenly she felt a hand brush the top of her head and recognised Mr. Devonshire’s touch. Inwardly she smiled, sure her performance so far had pleased him.
Distracted, she gave a short gasp as the dildo moved inside of her, and she almost bit into the soft strawberry.
“So sorry, I must have bumped into— What is that?” Hector asked.
“A very special piece of glass,” Maverick explained. “It’s slick and hard, making it difficult for the muscles to contract around. But with the addition of the coloured rings, if Alicia’s muscles are toned well enough, she should be able to hold the dildo inside of her.”
Alicia felt someone’s breath between her legs.
“And what is that in her arse? Steel?” Jeffery squeaked.
“Yes, it is,” Maverick continued. “I wanted to truly test my companion’s abilities this evening. In preparation for later activities, I thought it best to prime all of her orifices for entry. I’m sure the pressure of the metal egg is making it difficult for the muscles of her vagina to clench against the glass.”
“Don’t you think she’s getting a bit fatigued by now?” Ivory questioned.
“Possibly, but I have no doubt she is up to the tasks assigned,” Maverick assured his guests.
Alicia felt her cheeks glow with pleasure. Ivory was correct. She was certainly getting fatigued. In fact, just a moment ago she felt her arse muscles quiver slightly on the table. Still, if Mr. Devonshire felt she could maintain this pose, she would certainly try to comply. Surely the meal wouldn’t last much longer. She could tell by the lightness and stickiness of her body that most of the food had been devoured.
“I believe I’ll just get the last of the honey,” Paul said.
Alicia barely controlled herself when she felt Paul’s warm tongue lap the honey from her breast. Oh how she wanted to bend her head back, touch his hair or even moan with pleasure!
“Excellent idea,” Maverick agreed.
Now Alicia practically crossed her eyes to stop herself from moaning as Mr. Devonshire joined Paul and cleaned the honey from her other breast. She clenched her pelvic muscles against the glass dildo, willing herself not to orgasm. Still, she must have given some indication of her pleasure because she heard Hector laugh.
“I do believe the girl is enjoying herself,” he commented.
“More wine, Mr. Devonshire?” Megan asked.
Alicia felt his mouth leave her body. She inhaled sharply as a splash of liquid landed on her forehead and wine run into her eyes and down her face.
“Megan!” Mr. Devonshire shouted.
Alicia maintained her position, but barely. The alcohol in the wine was stinging her eyes terribly. Concentrating only on the pain, Alicia bit into the strawberry stem. Quick as a wink, she felt a linen napkin dabbing the corner of her eyes and gently wiping her face.
“I may have been a beast of a husband, but I won’t stand by and let you be humiliated or injured by some idiotic twit,” Jeffery whispered to her.
Jeffery was actually coming to her rescue? What a novel sensation.
“Don’t answer, Sweety. I don’t want to get you into trouble, but just know this. I’ve got your back. Figure I owe you anyway.”
Alicia blinked and barely held back a smile as she felt Jeffery not only mop up the wine spill but lean over her to grasp the strawberry in his own mouth. In the process of biting through it, his lips gently brushed hers. She wondered if he realised he had just saved her from a consequence.
Suddenly, Alicia noticed that the room had gone quiet.
“Ivory,” Mr. Devonshire said quietly, “would you mind assisting Alicia, please. I believe our meal has ended. Alicia, you may remove the glass, but leave the steel egg where it lies.”
“Certainly, Maverick,” Ivory solemnly answered.
“Megan, I’d like to see you in the den, please. Gentlemen, feel free to go on up to the playroom and fix yourselves a drink if you’d like,” Mr. Devonshire commanded.
“Serve her right if he dismissed her,” Alicia heard Hector mumble as his voice faded.
“Come on, Alicia. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for Act Two,” Ivory said as she removed the dildo and helped Alicia sit on the edge of the table. In this position, the pressure of the egg increased slightly. Alicia welcomed the feeling of fullness. Nonetheless, her main concern was for her performance.
“Oh, Ivory, do you think everyone was pleased?” Alicia asked.
“Are you kidding me? The food was phenomenal and you—Well, you looked incredibly delicious as well. At least until that little bitch tried to blind you with Merlot!”
“She really is mean, isn’t she?”
“Bet you’re sweet arse she is. I think this might be the end of her too.”
Alicia followed Ivory into the kitchen where she leaned over the sink, filled her hands with warm water and rinsed her eyes. Once that was completed, she dampened a cloth and began to wash the rest of her body.
“Here, let me get your back. Some of that wine dripped down your neck,” Ivory offered, taking the cloth from her.
Ivory ran the now cool cloth under warm water again. “Actually, I think I’ll just slip out of this dress. It’s new and I really don’t want to get any stains on it quite yet.” Ivory reached down and quickly lifted the hem of the light blue slip dress.
She wore nothing underneath, and Alicia’s mouth dropped open as she was amazed at the beauty of the other woman. She also couldn’t help but notice the thin strip of pubic hair proved that Ivory was indeed a true redhead.
“Here we go. Turn around, Alicia, and lift your hair,” Ivory instructed.
Alicia complied, grateful for the warm, slightly rough cloth wiping away the sticky sweetness of the wine. Ivory gently scrubbed her back, beginning with the shoulders and working her way down. Alicia felt a growing wetness as Ivory continued to bathe her.
“Good,” Ivory said softly. “Now for the front.”
Alicia turned towards Ivory who had rinsed the cloth again.
“I believe, though, that Maverick and Paul were right,” Ivory said just before dipping her head down to lick Alicia’s neck.
No longer under the constraint of silence, Alicia moaned. The softness of Ivory’s lips combined with the warmth of her tongue were too much. Alicia leaned back against the counter and trembled. Ivory’s mouth trailed steadily downwards, licking Alicia’s body. The image of a cat cleaning herself jumped i
nto Alicia’s mind. She grasped the countertop and cried out when Ivory’s quick tongue began to manipulate her clit, teasing it to erectness. Her breath came in short gasps, and she exploded when Ivory’s teeth gently but firmly nibbled her pleasure button. She fought to keep her knees separated, not wanting to squish Ivory’s head. What this woman could do with her mouth defied description.
Ivory laughed. “I told you, darling, that some day we’d be very close friends. I do believe that day is here.”
“Apparently so,” Alicia agreed.
Again Ivory laughed, full-throated and lusty. “Well now. Why don’t I just take you up to the playroom? I’m sure Maverick has something wonderful planned and if not, I’ll just bet we can come up with something on our own, don’t you?”
Unsure of what to say, Alicia simply smiled and followed Ivory up to the room.
Chapter Fifteen
Slow Cooker Meatballs
12 ounces canned tomato sauce
1 12 ounce can of whole cranberry sauce
3 Tablespoons chilli powder
16 ounce bag of frozen meatballs
1 cup water
1/2 cup brown sugar
Combine above ingredients in slow cooker. Place on low heat for at least 4 hours. Serve alone as an appetiser or put on top of noodles for a main course.
“Greet me.”
Alicia quickly identified Paul’s voice and, remembering his preference, turned to the closest wall and placed her hands about shoulder height. She stepped back a bit and spread her legs so she was in a slightly bent position.
“Nice, Paul. She does have a lovely arse, doesn’t she?” Hector commented.
“I always thought so,” Jeffery answered. “You know, I do rather miss the softness of a woman’s body sometimes.”
“Well here’s you chance,” Hector encouraged.
“By all means,” Paul seconded Hector’s words. “With that egg in her arse, her pussy is bound to be even tighter than usual.”
Alicia stood in position while the men spoke, her juices beginning to flow. If they all wanted a go at her, that was fine with her. After her encounter with Ivory, she longed for penetration.
“Here’s for old time’s sake,” Jeffery said as he grasped her hips and impaled her on his penis. Alicia cried out, throwing her head back but keeping her hands on the wall. Never had Jeffery been so forceful. His fingers dug into her hips and he pummelled into her body. His rod was not so long as it was thick, and with the reduced size of her vagina, he filled her completely.
“God, woman. You’re so tight!” Jeffery moaned. “Hector, you have simply got to try this.”
Alicia turned her head to glance behind her as she felt Jeffery relinquish his position. Sure enough, Hector stood behind her, ready to take his place.
“No peeking,” Hector reminded her.
Alicia quickly turned to face the wall again. Hector slowly entered her. The stark contrast between Jeffery’s forceful thrust and Hector’s inching his way in made Alicia tremble with anticipation. With her patience at an end, she pushed against him, impaling herself on his long and narrow staff.
“Oh my, she is tight! Anxious too,” Hector commented. “Enough to make me forget I’m gay—at least for a while.” He laid a hand between her shoulders and began a rhythmic pulse against her.
“Impatient little thing too, isn’t she?” He laughed while he continued to fuck her.
Alicia could wait no longer as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She dipped her head low and cried out as Hector’s laughter filled the room. When he pulled out of her, she sagged against the wall.
“Turn,” Mr. Devonshire commanded.
Alicia had not heard him enter and wondered how long he had been watching. Obviously long enough. She scanned the room, noting that all the occupants were naked. Jeffery lounged on the bed next to Ivory. Paul sat in one of the wing-backed chairs, a glass of wine in his hand and a sardonic smile on his face. Mr. Devonshire stood with his arms crossed, staring at her. Had he seen her push into Hector? If not, should she tell him? Of course she should. A submissive was always honest. Before she had the chance though, he issued his command.
“Greet me.”
Immediately Alicia dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his penis in her hands and sank her mouth around it, moving her hands to cup his balls. He pushed her head down, his flesh nearly gagging her as it hit the back of her throat. Moving her head up and down, she sucked him until her jaws ached. Finally he grasped her braid and pulled her head back so she looked up at him.
“Your eyes, are they okay?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. Once the wine was washed out of them, the stinging stopped.”
“Good. Megan has been punished—severely. I will never tolerate a deliberate act of cruelness. She will not be joining us as originally planned.”
Alicia said nothing. The decision of how to punish the other girl was totally in his hands. Still she was relieved she would not have to face the other girl again that evening.
“That leaves just you, however, to service us all. Do you think you can handle it?” he asked.
“I will try my best, sir,” she answered.
“I would expect no less. You did well tonight, at least with the dinner,” he complimented.
Focusing on his last words, Alicia knew he had seen her earlier mistake.
“Thank you, sir,” she said quietly.
He released her hair but did not tell her to stand, so she remained in her kneeling position. He turned to his guests who seemed quite occupied. Alicia glanced around and saw that Hector had replaced Ivory on the bed, and the two men were involved in an intimate kiss. Ivory now sat on Paul’s lap, his hand deep between her thighs.
“While the others amuse themselves, do you have anything you’d like to confess?” Mr. Devonshire asked.
Alicia took a deep breath before admitting she had pushed against Hector.
“I’m sorry, sir. But I had been passive for so long this evening, I just couldn’t help myself,” she said.
“You did well, my lovely companion, in admitting your weakness. Your consequence will be less because of it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“While I prepare for your consequence, why don’t you gather our guests’ clothing into neatly folded stacks.”
Alicia nodded and began to stand.
“Did I tell you to stand?” he asked.
Alicia looked up and frowned for a moment. When understanding dawned on her, she nodded and, on her hands and knees, crawled about the room completing her task. By the time she finished, her knees ached and her face was flushed. Still, she felt nothing but pride when she heard Ivory’s comment.
“What a pretty little servant you have, Maverick.”
“Why thank you, Ivory. I think so as well.”
“She certainly is,” Hector added, “but I do believe she is about to be reminded of her place.”
Alicia, unsure of what to do now that the clothes were all stacked in a neat pile, crawled to the centre of the room and remained in a kneeling position, her bottom on top of her ankles, head slightly bowed and hands folded over her slightly reddened knees.
Mr. Devonshire walked to the closet and opened it. He took down a box wrapped in gold paper and tied with a blue silk ribbon.
“We, Paul and I, have a gift for you, Alicia. Here, open it.” He handed the package to her.
Alicia blinked in surprise. A gift? She was sure she was to be punished, not rewarded. Quickly she untied the bow and dropped the ribbon to the floor. Carefully she loosened the tape on the paper and unwrapped the gift. She found a black box trimmed in gold.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“Open it,” Mr. Devonshire repeated.
Alicia lifted the lid. She didn’t know what to say. Lying in the velvet lined box was a paddle. Not just any paddle, but one made from aluminium. The handle was wrapped with black leather so the wielder of the instrument would have a good, strong grip.
The flat end was roughly three inches wide and eight inches in length. Alicia’s already wet pussy pulsed as she read the word carved into the metal—‘toy’. She couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful metal paddle.
“What is it, darling?” Ivory asked.
“Answer,” Mr. Devonshire commanded.
“It’s a new paddle, Ivory,” Alicia answered.
“Not just any paddle, one made especially for you,” Paul elaborated.
“Let’s have look,” Jeffery said.
Alicia glanced up at Mr. Devonshire, awaiting his approval. He smiled and nodded. Alicia held up the paddle for all to see. Its weight surprised her. She knew that if used with the proper force, ‘toy’ would be emblazoned on her flesh. Paul caught her eye and smiled encouragingly.
“I have a friend who works with metal. I hope you like it,” he said.
Alicia blinked, trying to decide if she liked it or not. “Yes, Paul. I do like it. You really had it made for me?”
“Of course I did. That egg inside of you as well. I know how you like to be kept full and I just couldn’t resist the paddle,” he answered.
“Well, then,” Mr. Devonshire said. “Shall we begin?”
Alicia looked up at him expectantly.
“Over the knee to start,” he directed. “Perhaps your ex-husband would like the first go.”
Alicia started in surprise. Were they all going to get a chance to spank her? Apparently so. How would she last the night? Still, she was so excited, moisture began to dampen her thighs.
“Happy to oblige,” Jeffery graciously accepted the honour.
“Alicia.” Mr. Devonshire gave her a nudge towards Jeffery who had seated himself on the edge of the bed.
Alicia stood and walked to her ex-husband. He still had a magnificent body, free of almost all body hair, his muscles clearly defined. Obviously life with Hector agreed with him. Alicia had never seen him look so good.
“Come along, luv. Stop dawdling,” he gently scolded.
