by C. M. Albert
Baron laughed, rich and deep. “Well, if you find a way to change things and there can be a next time—even just in here—promise you’ll contact me? I will honor and respect the White Room’s rules and not speak of this outside of here. I wouldn’t want to put you in a precarious position with your father.”
“Nor would you want to be in a precarious position with my father.” Arianna laughed. “But my lips are sealed. Avaline has been seeing a trend in clients requesting repeat visits with other clients they have already interacted with. It has never been allowed, but more and more people are wanting to revisit their favorite lovers, their favorite fetishes together. Once and done is fun, but the more you know someone, the deeper you can push each other. The more boundaries you release,” she said, biting her lip.
Baron grabbed the back of her head, pressing his lips hard against hers, demanding more as he kissed her deeply one last time. “When the rules change, call me. My boundaries are yours for the taking.”
Arianna watched as Baron grabbed his clothes and strolled from the White Room just as the bell chimed. Arianna fell back against the fluffy, feather-filled duvet and smiled, clutching the fabric to her chest. Baron was indeed the first man she’d call when the rules changed. She knew Avaline would need time to grieve, but she also suspected there was a personal reason why Avaline wanted to change the rules.
Arianna was determined to make sure they did.
9
Alec
ALEC WAS PISSED. Austin had trounced him at squash again for the third time this week. Something was wrong. Alec was never off his stride and usually wiped his twin’s ass up and down the court. Fuck! He glanced in the mirror, taking in his long, muscular frame. Dark hair slicked back. He tugged at the hem of his French cuffs, the black diamonds staring back at him as if mocking his existence. A reminder of being rejected. And Alec was never rejected.
Until recently. For the first time.
And it smarted.
Alec removed the diamond cuff links and carelessly tossed them into the trash can in the bathroom before loosening his bowtie. Fuck you, Deena. He lifted the Jack and Coke to his reflection, as if saying Cheers! before letting the dark liquid soothe his bruised ego. He sauntered into the living room and glanced around, pacing restlessly. He knew what fantasy would be played out today, and it couldn’t come soon enough. He needed to let out this pent-up energy. And there was a lot of it, thanks to Deena.
A quiet chime rang and a soft voice called out to Alec. “Sir, your dessert tonight will be served in the formal dining room. You may enter now. A gorgeous spread is all set up for you.”
Alec grinned. I’m sure it is.
He crossed the room and slid open the nearly ten-foot tall frosted-glass-and-wood pocket doors that led to the dining area. He knew exactly where it was because his father practically owned the place. Each of the Wells sons was gifted lifetime access to the White Room upon graduation, but Alec had also recently joined the team, taking over legal operations with his brother, Asher. His sister’s godmother, Avaline, wanted to take the business in a new direction and needed fresh blood in all key positions to really make that happen. He wasn’t thrilled with his baby sister getting involved in anything having to do with the White Room. But Arianna really seemed to love her new role as director of customer experience.
Alec wished Deena could see him now. Like a freaking boss, he thought, scowling. But he wasn’t going to let her get under his skin today. Not when he knew what was in store for him. He took a deep breath and shoved all thoughts of his traitorous ex aside. He was ready for whoever was waiting for him on the other side of the dining room doors.
Or so he thought.
Nothing could’ve prepared him for the gorgeous woman lying on the long table in front of him. Her skin shimmered under the light, warm and brown, a stark contrast against the sterile white of the table. She had strawberries nestled between her legs, covering her sweet center. White rose petals trailed down the length of the table alongside her lithe frame. Even though she was completely naked, Alec couldn’t take his eyes off her long, muscular legs. As a once-semipro soccer player, legs were his thing. And feet.
Dear God, her feet.
Her toenails were painted silver and white. He walked closer to the table, clenching his fists at his sides. Arianna’s customer experience team had outdone themselves, and he truly wanted to take a moment to savor the scene created for him, but his fucking erection was making that damn near impossible.
He cocked his head, trailing a single finger up the woman’s arm. White chocolate lined her stomach, making a pathway to her generous breasts. More sliced strawberries filled her cleavage, circled each tight brown nipple, and lined her long, sensuous neck. Even her scrumptious lips were painted with melted white chocolate.
A white silk blindfold covered her eyes and caressed her flawless brown skin—dark and rich like a bold espresso. Her hair was left natural, a sensual halo of brown curls. He couldn’t wait to get his hands in there while pressing her mouth to his cock later. Because, God, those lips though.
But first . . . dessert.
On a tall, thin side table sat a pitcher of cream and a fountain of white chocolate. As an athlete, Alec didn’t usually indulge in sweets. But as a lover, it was one of his favorite pastimes. He leaned down, his lips close to the woman’s ear, and whispered softly to her. “You look good enough to eat, sweetheart.”
He saw the slightest twitch at the corner of her mouth, her lips pressing together in an inviting pucker. “Then what’s stopping you?” she challenged.
Alec ran his hand gently down the length of her body, watching as goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin. He trailed his fingers between her legs and lifted a strawberry to his mouth. It smelled of sweet summer days mixed with the heady, delicious scent of this woman. Alec popped the fruit into his mouth, letting the juicy berry fill his senses. He grabbed another one and held it just above the woman’s mouth.
“What should I call you while we dine today, gorgeous?” Alec asked in a husky tone.
“You can call me Lexie,” she said. “And what should I call you?”
Alec traced her mouth with the tip of a strawberry. “Suck it,” he said, watching as her tongue slid out, her full lips wrapping around the fruit to take a bite. Juices ran over her chin as she removed the strawberry from its stem with her teeth. Alec’s cock took notice.
“You will call me Sir during our time together,” Alec commanded, leaning forward and taking her tight brown nipple in his mouth. Her body tried to arch to meet his lips, but he palmed her abdomen and held her down so the fruit wouldn’t fall.
“Usually I’m in charge in the bedroom,” Lexie challenged.
Alec lifted his head and removed her silk blindfold, pinning her with his light golden-brown eyes. He knew they were panty wetters for the unusual shade that they were. But it was Lexie’s stormy blue eyes that shot a primal lightning rod of lust straight to his stomach—and other places. If he’d had panties on, they would’ve been soaked.
“Well, we’re not in the bedroom, are we, Lexie?” Alec said, recovering. He had to have the upper hand, no matter how mesmerizing her eyes were.
Lexie’s gaze followed him as he walked to the side table, spooning some white chocolate from the fountain into a tiny pitcher that fit in the palm of his hand. It was exactly as he’d requested, as it always was in the White Room.
“Do you like sweets, Lexie?” Alec asked, his eyes raking her muscular form. “From the looks of it, you don’t indulge too often.”
“I’d rather be the sweet than eat them. But I’m willing to reconsider . . .” she said, trailing off as he lifted the small pitcher and poured the white chocolate onto her nipple. He watched as her body spasmed from the intoxicating shock of the heated chocolate covering her sensitive skin. It was just like the low-temperature candle wax Alec sometimes used in the bedroom—not hot enough to burn, but warm enough to heat all the right senses.
Alec to
ok her nipple in his mouth once again, biting as his tongue swirled her tight bud and removed all the sticky sweetness from her skin. He picked up a berry from between her breasts and bit into it, letting the juice run down his chin and over her skin to cool the triggered nerve endings.
His cock tightened as desire darkened Lexie’s stormy eyes. There was nothing more intoxicating than a woman adventuring beyond her comfort zone. That’s where the magic happened. Anyone can fuck. But it required passion, patience, and trust to release your fears and find pleasure with a stranger.
He leaned over and brushed his lips across Lexie’s, licking the chocolate from her mouth.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “I could get used to the taste of sweets on you.”
“Ditto,” Alec growled, reaching down and squeezing her nipple between the pads of his fingers. He tugged gently, knowing it would send sparks of electricity straight between her legs. “Don’t worry. You’ll have your chance. But we haven’t even gotten started yet.”
Alec shoved everything from the table that had been arranged perfectly around Lexie’s body, yanking her to the end of the table by her feet. He placed those long legs over his shoulders and bent down, inhaling the earthy floral scent between her legs. He placed one of the plump, oversized berries in his mouth, the soft, round side facing out. Lowering his head, he ran the cold berry along the delicate folds of warm flesh between her legs. Lexie’s hands shot to his hair when he gently pushed the strawberry into her wet opening. “I like my strawberries with a little cream,” Alec said.
“Lucy,” Alec called out, knowing the other woman would be right on time. On cue, a buxom blonde with an adorable pixie cut stepped into the dining room wearing a very revealing maid’s uniform, her bare breasts fully exposed through the white and black bra that encircled and enhanced each glorious mound. The white ruffled choker was a nice touch, Alec noted. Though he would’ve enjoyed fucking the blonde, too, she wasn’t on the menu today.
Lexie startled when the woman joined them while she lay exposed, fruit and flowers barely covering her naked body. Alec was unphased. “Please bring me the cream from the serving table. As you can see, I have my hands full at the moment.”
Lucy sashayed to the table behind Lexie and fetched the pitcher for Alec, her ass cheeks barely covered by the sheer material of the miniscule apron. When she handed Alec the pitcher, she curtsied. “Anything else, Sir?”
“Pour it between her legs, Lucy, so the heavy cream mixes with her own sweet juices.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Never even looking at Lexie, she gently poured a healthy serving of cream down the woman’s pussy. It was shockingly cold and Lexie gasped when Alec’s hot tongue lashed out to lap it up. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling gently as her insides shook.
“Will there be anything else, Sir?” Lucy asked.
“I’m sure there will be. Please stand by the table and wait for my command.” Alec looked up with hooded eyes, gazing at Lexie over her stomach. “Have you ever had anyone watch while you’ve been fucked?”
Lexie swallowed hard and licked her lips, her arousal spiking. Although she’d enjoyed a threesome in the White Room, noone had simply observed her getting fucked before, taking no pleasure of their own. Her body tingled with excitement.
Alec didn’t wait for her to answer; he cleaned the rest of her with his tongue, the strawberry still balancing in her opening. He bit down on the fruit and slid it gently in and out with his mouth. Certain she was wet, he pulled the strawberry out slowly and stood, pushing two fingers deep inside. He popped the whole strawberry into his mouth, stem and all, and ate it, his eyes never leaving hers.
Her insides clenched around his fingers as he teased her to the brink. “You were even sweeter than the cream, Lexie,” Alec said. “You’re fucking delicious.” He pulled his fingers from her and licked them, finishing every last drop of her.
“Lucy, come help me out of my tux,” Alec said, even as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Lucy slowly removed his jacket and placed it over an arm as Lexie watched, eager to see what was beneath the form-fitting suit. He stepped out of his pants, wearing nothing beneath, and watched as both women’s eyes widened in appreciation. Lexie wet her lips as he shrugged out of his shirt, his six pack straining as he twisted to hand Lucy his clothes.
“Thank you, Lucy,” he said, her pout of disappointment satisfying Alec. “That will be all for now,” he said, dismissing her.
Alec turned back to Lexie, catching her eyes appreciating his athlete’s body. His grin was dark and delicious as he grabbed her legs and yanked her roughly to the end of the table so her bottom was dangling over the edge. Without any fanfare, he slammed deep inside, bottoming Lexie out. She was more than wet enough and screamed in pleasure as he pulled back out, pistoned softly at her swollen opening, and then slammed back inside, shoving so deep the table shifted back.
Lexie thrashed on the table, her body bucking against Alec’s and matching his demanding pace. She was just on the brink of climaxing when Alec pulled out, pushing her body back up the table and making room for himself.
Lexie’s eyes were clouded with lust when Alec called for Lucy again, having her pour the rest of the heavy cream all over Lexie’s body and making a trail from her perfect breasts, down her flat stomach, and between her muscular thighs. He climbed onto the table and hoisted Lexie’s legs back over his shoulders. Lexie moaned when Alec turned his head, slipping one of her sexy toes into his mouth and sucking hard on it while rubbing the pad of her foot.
“Ever been fucked on a dining room table, Lexie?”
Alec positioned his cock between her legs again, but didn’t enter. He leaned over and licked the sweet cream from each of Lexie’s breasts instead, taking a moment to bite and tug at her nipples as he had her toe. What could he say? He liked to lick things.
Lexie surprised him by lifting her head, tugging his lower lip into her mouth with her teeth. She bit gently before covering his mouth with hers, lapping the cream from his lips. Their tongues sparred, hers trying to set the pace. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them onto the table above her head, taking charge.
God it felt good to be the boss in the bedroom again. His half-grin was cocky, he knew. But it was justified as he slid the long length of himself back inside her. He knew with her legs up over his shoulders she would feel every inch. Alec continued to ravage her mouth, her hands still held captive above her head as he drove into her over and over again, her athletic frame rocking on the table each time their bodies collided. Her long nails dug deep lines down his back as she clenched around his cock and orgasmed, screaming as she came.
He slowed his pace to languid strokes as her body came down from its high, quivering beneath his weight. She lifted her lips, kissing his neck. “You haven’t come yet,” she said.
“I’m about to,” he replied, sliding out and hopping off the table. He offered his hand, pulling Lexie to a seated position. She flushed bright crimson when she saw Lucy standing next to the side table, her eyes closed, her body nearly panting with desire from having watched them.
Alec wrapped his arms around Lexie’s trim waist, squeezing and appreciating her plump bottom for the first time now that she was off the table. “Damn,” he said, digging his fingers deep into one of her cheeks. He groaned. He was an ass man, and Lexie’s was almost too good to be true.
He turned Lexie around in his arms, bending her over the table until her breasts were flat against the slick surface, forcing her to look at Lucy. He pulled her hands behind her back and placed his cock between her high, round cheeks, sliding it back and forth along her slick opening to get himself nice and wet. “You are to look at Lucy while I fuck you. Do you understand me, Lexie?”
Lexie nodded, pressing her ass against him, trying to invite him in faster. He pulled back. “I need you to answer me, Lexie, or you will not get my cock in your tight ass. Are we clear?” He rubbed the tip against her again. “Do you want me to fill you, Lexie? Have you ever ha
d it this way before?”
“Yes, Sir, I have.”
Alec grew harder, thinking of another man inside her ass.
“But I will enjoy it with you even more.”
Alec leaned over and bit her shoulder hard before running his tongue along the slope of her neck. She pushed back, eager for him.
“And why’s that?” he asked, placing his tip directly on her tight, puckered hole, preparing to enter her. He let go of her hands so he could spread her cheeks apart and watch as he took her.
“Because the only man who’s ever had me there was my ex-husband,” she admitted. “And there was no longer any pleasure when he took me. With you, I’m soaking wet and panting to have you slide inside me.”
It was all he needed. He held her hips and entered, slowly at first. He didn’t know how big her husband had been, but if there had been no pleasure, he assumed it wasn’t big enough. Lexie groaned and pushed back, encouraging Alec to go farther. His heart pounded, wanting to devour and consume her fully. He kept one hand on her hip as he grabbed a fistful of her natural curls and pushed himself the rest of the way in, settling at the bottom so she could breathe and relax her insides around his cock.
“Are you ready?” he asked, gently swaying his pelvis as he slid back and forth. Her body rocked against his, never wavering.“Look at Lucy while I fuck you,” he commanded, gently tugging her hair so her head raised to meet Lucy’s eyes. Alec watched Lucy as she watched Lexie being fucked.
Lexie was ready for more. He grabbed both hips and pulled her to him with every thrust, pounding deep. What started as a few hard thrusts quickly turned to a toe-curling pace as he slammed into her as fast as he could. Lexie cried out and gripped the edge of the table as he plowed into her over and over again. It sent him over the edge. Three hard thrusts inside her impossibly tight ass later and he was done. An animalistic sound escaped his lips as he exploded, his body shaking against Lexie’s tight, round ass.
