by Mason, Renea
Beyond my reflection, photos of men and women in various seductive poses were accessorized with fresh flower accents to help soften the hard lines of each sculpted body. The floral arrangements and feminine architecture added old-world ambiance even while the art appeared minimal and modern.
Xavier steadied me by my elbow as I rose from the car. “This was Lydia’s hobby,” he said while pulling me to my feet.
I smoothed my dress but said nothing.
The doctor whispered something to the driver and Marco placed a hand on the small of my back.
The tinkling bells, hanging from the interior door handle, painted a mental picture very different from what greeted me. The room was expansive, stark white, and held no hint of the character the exterior ironwork and stucco hinted at.
It was a gallery—stripped down so the art became the focus.
From a side room emerged a beautiful, leggy woman. “Xavier,” the woman said, breathy and seductive. He released my hand and approached her.
“Patrice! It has been too long.” He took the woman’s hand and kissed the back of it. Her large breasts overflowed the cups of her curve-hugging dress. She had a body any woman would die for.
“I thought we were beyond formalities.” She kissed him on one cheek, and then the other and he returned the favor.
Xavier slid his arm around the woman’s waist and something in me snarled. My body tensed. He wasn’t mine. Damn him for all the extra words of adoration. Only sex. It’s supposed to be only sex.
Marco noticed. “You don’t like seeing him with her. Do you?”
“Why would I care?”
“Don’t let my tight ass and good hair fool you; I’m not an idiot.”
I glared at him for a moment, but couldn’t keep my eyes off the doctor and the bombshell. “You’re wrong.”
“Elaine, I see it in your eyes every time you look at him. I don’t know if you’ve fallen in love with him or the idea of him, but either way…”
“It’s nonsense.” I took a step away from Marco. And without thinking the words left my mouth, “Why is it so easy for him to touch her?”
“He’s not having sex with her.”
“Yet.” I huffed.
“She means nothing to him. That’s why it’s easy.”
I heard his words, but the way the doctor’s hands slid up and down the woman’s arms made me wonder. Watching his long fingers rest on her hip filled me with rage.
“I don’t get it. He’d never touch me like that.”
Marco stepped closer and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. He breathed into my ear, “Exactly.”
I ignored him.
The bells on the door chimed. Sebastian stepped through the door dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. He walked up beside me and whispered to both of us, “Sorry, I’m late.”
Marco leaned in front of me making eye contact with Sebastian. “Hey, no problem. You’re just to in time to witness the cat fight.”
Sebastian laughed.
Marco put his arm around me. “Elaine here is going to kick Patrice’s ass.”
I removed his arm and stared at him. “What? I am not.” I said it just a little too loud, because the doctor and Patrice glanced in our direction.
Sebastian chuckled.
The woman laughed, placed a soft kiss on his lips, grabbed her handbag and headed to the door. The kiss boiled my blood. Xavier followed her to the door and locked it behind her.
“Now where were we?” He stopped and stared at me. “Beautiful, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Marco laughed. “I don’t think she likes Patrice.”
The doctor turned to Sebastian. “Glad you could make it.”
Sebastian responded, “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Xavier cleared his throat and took my arm, guiding me to a painting of a man and a woman in bed. The woman’s legs were spread wide and the man rose above her. His cock was positioned to penetrate her.
“These works are some of the most precious pieces of erotic art you will ever see. Unlike me…my lovely Lydia was a splendid collector.”
I glared at him. Obviously, he wasn’t over the comment I’d made in the limo.
Still leading the way, he stopped in front of a painting of a woman being ravished by a horde of men. “Lydia studied several tribes in the Himalayas. There is limited inhabitable land, so this is how they control the population.”
I snorted. “I’m sorry, but I would think an orgy would have the opposite effect.”
He laughed. “You’re right, if there was more than one woman involved. In their culture one woman takes many husbands. Often times a bride is selected for a family of brothers.”
“That looks complicated. Couldn’t she do them one at a time?”
“I’m sure she did, but this is her wedding night. Their job is to give her pleasure as one marital unit.”
The dark skinned woman with the look of ecstasy in her eyes had a cock in every hole and a line of men prepped and ready. I stared in fascination, admiring the careful logistics needed to perform such an act.
Marco moved in behind me. “Have you ever had two men at once?”
“No.” I crossed my arms.
He placed his hands on my hips. “Do you ever think about it?”
I shifted my weight to the other foot. “Not other than a passing fantasy from high school. I’ve never actually considered making it a reality.”
“Think about it, Elaine. Think about men wanting you so badly, they can’t wait.” He reached under my skirt. “Think about having a cock in here.” He slid his finger into me. “And one in here.” He slid his finger between my cheeks and touched my rear entrance. I jerked.
Marco grabbed my hip. “Wait…has no one ever taken your ass?”
I didn’t want to answer.
Xavier’s intense stare was penetrating. “Elaine…” He took my hand in his.
“No. Never really considered it an option.”
Xavier stroked my palm with his thumb. “We have so much to teach you.”
In the center of the room stood an alabaster sculpture of a goddess—her nude body, draped in only beads while being caressed by two equally nude men. The men kneeled on either side of her, each with one of their hands between her legs. The woman’s hands stretched to the heavens and in one she held a small box. Her unsurpassed beauty tarnished by the look of agony on her face.
The doctor moved to the front of the piece. “This is Pandora—a prominent figure in erotic art and literature. Throughout history there are many renditions of her story, but this particular artist had an interesting interpretation.” He took a step to his left, admiring the work. “He did not believe that she released all evil in the world, but rather made a sacrifice. At the bottom of the box, beyond all of the agony she brought upon herself was a gift—a symbol that all hope is meaningless if one hasn’t suffered. She raises the cleansed box to the heavens as her gift to the world while man grasps at hope.”
The doctor proved to be quite the art aficionado. But the pressing question slid from the tip of my tongue, “The box you sent me, what did it mean?”
He turned to face me. “It always occurred to me that if she achieved her goal and released hope to the world, that real gift was that the box would be empty, and one by one we could fill it with the turmoil it once contained.” He walked to me and took my hand. “I stood right here, the night the break-through came to me. You might give me credit for creating the drug, but I give credit to Pandora.” He looked away as he spoke, but still held my hand. “When I saw your troubles that night at dinner, I wanted to take them away. All I kept thinking about was how much I hoped you’d agree to come to Paris. It was then I knew the box was empty and your suffering made you capable of seeing our rendezvous as an opportunity. I called in a few favors and had the box commissioned for you.”
I squeezed his hand to get his attention. “That was very kind of you, Doctor, but we can’t forget the dangers o
f hope. Hope unfulfilled is nothing more than sorrow.” With Dr. Vincent I risked what I wasn’t even willing to admit to myself—namely thinking that this week was anything more than sex. After a story like that, hope would surely destroy me.
His eyes grew wide. “You’re probably right.” He released my hand.
Marco placed his hand on my shoulder. I turned to him and he smiled, confirming he too understood the implications.
Sebastian followed at my side.
Next was the statue of a man bound and kneeling while staring at the ceiling. His huge, erect cock pointed heavenward. A stunning vision, but it was a large, gold-framed oil painting with vibrant red hues that caught my attention. I stared at an angel in a cage. Even though the door stood open, allowing his escape, his wings were clipped. His perfect nude body appeared weary from the tortures of a woman holding a whip.
The doctor whispered, “That is one of my favorites.”
“It’s powerful.”
“It was a gift for my birthday from Lydia. She had it commissioned by one of the greatest erotic painters of our time.”
“Sure beats a gift card.”
He laughed. “Come on.”
Genitals and entwined limbs were everywhere you looked. Marco slid his hand across my ass, gathered the fabric of my skirt in his fingers. The cold air brushed the skin of my cheek. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “As if I wasn’t pent up before, all this sex.”
Xavier paused. “Sex has always been viewed as mysterious, powerful. Aside from the magic of conception, many cultures use it to bend the will of fate and gods alike.”
The expansive room we entered next hung thick with shadows. Twinkling lights made to resemble a night sky sparkled and a large, artificial moon cast light on the two objects situated in the center of the room.
“Lydia’s favorite story is that of the Rainmaker. It has become one of mine too.”
“What is this room?”
“Ahhhh… One you are going to get to know very well, and I’m certain you will never forget.” He walked to the center of the room toward a strange, wooden apparatus and a large throne. There were tables on either side of the wooden structure. Deep, midnight blue velvet curtains lined the walls.
“Through her research, Lydia uncovered a ritual used by a band of ancient Celts. Centuries ago, the king of the clan chose his queen and with only him did she lay until the dry season. It was believed the gods withheld the rain to demand offerings.”
He took hold of my hand and led me to the wooden object shaped like a raised sawhorse but with smooth, rounded angles and odd indentations.
“On the first full moon, after the start of the dry spell, the king presented his queen as a tribute to the gods.”
He must have noticed my wide eyes, because he chuckled.
“No love, not as a sacrifice. The king loved his queen. Women held much power. Though not a true matriarchal society, women were revered as givers of life—an extension of the Earth’s powers. They believed a woman’s body held the secrets to cure all.” He smoothed his hand over the wooden beam.
“At twilight, the villagers gathered round and the king unveiled his queen, dressed in her royal robes.”
The doctor’s narrative skills, though outstanding, competed with another scene in the room.
Marco and Sebastian stepped out of their shoes and placed them under the table. They unbuttoned their pants, slid their zippers down and pushed them over their firm, sculpted asses, like synchronized swimmers. They undressed, folded their clothes and placed them on the table beside a black leather box. They were a magnificent sight to feast on.
Xavier continued to run his hands along the smooth wood. “The king said a prayer for rain and for his wife. And when the moon reached the proper position in the sky, he bound her to the Rainmaker.”
Marco handed Dr. Vincent several black silk strands of fabric.
The doctor slid them through his fingers as he spoke. “Elaine, will you trust me?”
I crossed my arms. “I don’t like pain.”
He laughed. “Oh love, you need not worry about that. Please, trust me.”
I paused. It was one thing to have sex with them, but while tied up? The control freak in me screamed, but the primal part of me that thirsted for adventure fueled the ringing in my ears.
“Please, Elaine. I assure you. You will not be disappointed.”
I stared into his eyes, looking for any trace, even a remote spark, of a man like I saw in my father after I discovered his lies. Nothing. He hadn’t lied to me yet. And after all I came here knowing I would have sex with Marco and Sebastian.
“Fine. But I don’t want to be gagged.”
“No worries, I want to hear you scream your passion.”
Marco urged me to press against the Rainmaker by cupping my ass and pushing me forward. An indentation in the wood cradled my hips perfectly.
Sebastian pressed on my back urging me to bend to the contour of the apparatus. I remained standing, legs spread and bent at the waist to rest my chest on a long beam.
The doctor leaned down to whisper in my ear. “It’s believed that if you apply the right pressure to the front of a woman’s pelvis during sex, you can enhance her orgasm, making it more likely that she will gush when she comes. The Rainmaker is designed to do just that.”
God, would I survive this man?
Xavier walked to the throne and retrieved a chalice, allowing the black silk laces to drape from his palm. “The king needed to make sure his queen was well-hydrated. His job was to see to her comfort.” He held the cup to my lips. “She was given the most precious of gifts in the dry season—water. Drink.”
The cool water soothed my anxiety-parched throat.
The doctor walked back to the throne, replaced the chalice on the arm before returning to me.
Starting with my ankles the doctor tied each leg to a post. The formation of the V caused my legs to spread and my breasts to fall on either side of the beam that supported my chest.
The doctor tied my outstretched wrists to the beam, so that I was bound in position.
“Are you comfortable?”
Surprisingly, I was. “Yes.”
“Excellent. I had this one custom made for you. As any queen deserves. The original is there in the display case.” He pointed to a glass enclosure, just beyond the throne. The dark weathered wood and sharp angles made it look like a medieval torture device. The one supporting me resembled a fine piece of abstract art.
“Once ready, he presented her to the crowd.”
Marco slipped the neckline of my dress down, allowing my breasts to hang free.
The doctor retrieved a gold, gem-encrusted bowl from a pedestal beside the throne.
“The king placed a jeweled bowl under his queen’s wide spread legs, in hopes to collect the rain she made as an offering to the gods.” The doctor lifted my dress, exposing me.
“You are delectable, Elaine. Swollen. Ready. Clench your muscles for me. Let me see how hungry your pussy is for us.”
My body obeyed him without my will.
“Marco. Sebastian. You are lucky bastards. If only…” The disheartened tone to the doctor’s voice didn’t escape me.
Marco stroked his cock, already at attention. “Don’t I know it.”
I swallowed hard.
Xavier moved in front where I could see him again. “The king then took his spot on the throne. He selected one of his chosen to start the ceremony. His queen must be prepared.” He picked up a long package, wrapped in brown paper, from the table. He peeled back the paper.
“I also had this crafted especially for you. Just as the king would have his scepter made for his queen.” A large, ornately carved staff, topped with a glass ornament shaped like a smooth phallus, rested in his fist.
The doctor handed it to Marco. “The king bestowed the honor on his chosen guards who would be the first to take the queen and she spilled her first drops symbolically for the throne.”
Marco disappeared behind me with the staff. I felt something cold touch my wetness. I jerked against the bindings.
Xavier retrieved a bottle of wine and the chalice before taking a seat on the throne. “Marco is going to fuck you with the glass top of the staff until you cry out my name.”
Before I could register the doctor’s words, Marco thrust the large object inside me.
I gasped.
The doctor relaxed in the oversized piece of art, crossed his legs and sipped from the ornate cup. “Sebastian, I want you to stroke her clit. I want to hear her scream when she comes.”
A moan escaped my lips.
Marco slid the glass cock in and then pulled it out, only to slam it back inside.
It was cold, hard and filled me unlike anything I’d felt before.
The doctor sat the chalice on the pedestal, reached down and opened his zipper as Marco continued to slide the glass cock in and out of my heat. Sebastian stroked me in time with Marco’s thrusts.
Oh God.
The doctor pulled forth his shaft and it stood tall and hard. “Look at what you do to me, Elaine.”
Marco sped up. In and out. Faster. Harder.
Between watching the doctor, the superb fucking from Marco, and Sebastian’s fingers, I could barely breathe. “God…”
“That’s it. Scream my name.” The doctor gripped his cock.
Marco and Sebastian increased their speed.
“Fuck.” It felt so good.
“Are you going to come for me, Elaine? Is your pussy going to give me what I want? Do it.”
“Ahhh…fuck…” I was coming. Hard. I threw my head back and my bound legs locked.
“Say it,” the doctor panted as his hand worked his cock.
I ignored his command, while gritting my teeth from the intense feeling of the glass cock sliding in and out of me and Sebastian’s nimble fingers dancing on my clit.
He rose from the chair. His cock bobbed as he crouched by my side and fisted his hand in my hair. “Say. It. Who are you coming for?”
“You.”
He pulled harder. “Who?”
“You, my king.”
My orgasm seemed to last for hours as Marco’s rapid thrusts coaxed gush after gush from my depths.
