by Anarie Brady
When Alicia awoke, she sat up in bed, confused by the bright sunlight streaming through her window and the sound of voices coming from her kitchen. She frowned, hearing female laughter. Realizing she was naked, she grabbed a robe and shakily stood, holding on to the wall for support as she trudged into the kitchen.
“Wow! The dead has arisen!” Ivory gently teased. “Come here, honey. Sit down. Let me get you some tea.”
“Ivory, when did you get here?” Alicia asked. “And Maverick—did you stay all night?”
Maverick held out a chair and helped her into it. “I called Ivory this morning to cancel the shoot. You were still sleeping and I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
“And I, being such a wonderful person”—Ivory winked as she handed Alicia a steaming cup of tea—“rushed right over to help. You look like hell, kid.”
“You should have seen her last night. Scared the daylights out of me,” Maverick added.
“Well that’s your own fault. If you weren’t so besotted with her, you wouldn’t care so much. Besides, you’ve probably exhausted the poor thing. It’s nice, really, when you think about it,” Ivory retorted.
“Hey,” Alicia interjected. “I’m sitting right here. You don’t need to talk around me!”
“Getting some spirit back. I’d say she’s on the road to recovery,” Ivory said, completely ignoring Alicia’s comment.
“Good. I was about an inch away from carting her off to hospital last night,” Maverick said, shoveling in a mouthful of eggs.
Alicia, realizing it was useless to complain, sat back in her chair and sipped her tea. While she still felt as if a truck had run her over, the fever was gone. From experience, she knew her body would bounce back quickly. In the meantime, she’d just sit and enjoy the companionship. Suddenly, someone was quietly knocking on the door. When she started to get up, Maverick put a hand on her shoulder and rose to answer it himself.
“Looks like you have another concerned guest, my dear,” he announced, walking into the kitchen with Paul behind him.
“Feeling better, luv?” Paul asked as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
“Much, thank you. How did you know I was ill?”
“Ivory called after she heard. Thought I’d bring over something to make you feel better.”
“Now what could possibly make me feel better than having all the people I care about here?” Alicia responded.
“Isn’t she sweet?” Ivory added, picking up a piece of bacon and popping it into her mouth.
“Actually, I’ve tasted her and yes, she is very sweet,” Paul joked.
Alicia was startled momentarily, then smiled as all three friends burst into laughter.
“My dear mum swears this is the cure for all illness—orange juice!” He pulled a bag of oranges from behind his back as if he were a magician. “Let me at a knife and a pitcher and I’ll have you a nice glass of fresh juice in a moment.”
Nibbling on her breakfast, which Ivory had cooked, and drinking the freshly squeezed juice, Alicia felt nothing but warmth and contentment. This was indeed the life she had always dreamed of. Easy companionship, a welcoming home where friends dropped by often. She stayed fairly quiet while the other three discussed politics, trends in the art world, the weather. It didn’t really matter what they were talking about, just so long as they were there.
“Looks like the princess needs her beauty sleep,” Paul commented when he caught Alicia in a yawn. “Maverick, Ivory, I know you two had a shoot scheduled for today, so why don’t I stay with her and you two run along.”
Maverick and Ivory glanced at each other before Maverick spoke.
“What do you think, Alicia? I won’t leave you alone yet, but we are on a deadline. Still, I’ll stay here if you want me to,” he said solicitously.
“Don’t be silly, Maverick. I’ll be fine. Really, I recover quickly. Go do your work. I’ll just nap a bit more and probably be perfectly fine by tonight.” She smiled reassuringly.
“If you’re sure, then,” he said. “I’ll just see you to bed then take off. Paul, if she needs anything, let me know. Okay?”
“Of course, but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her.” Paul patted his shoulder and started to clear away the dishes.
When Alicia woke up from her nap, she again put on her robe and wandered into the living room. She smiled, seeing Paul scrunched up on the couch, snoring away. Rather than wake him, she went into the kitchen and got herself another glass of juice. She was still a bit tired, but overall felt much better. Paul’s mum was right. The orange juice was a miracle cure.
“Thought I heard you,” Paul said as he walked up behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his hand against her forehead. “No fever now.”
“I know,” she said, turning around to face him. “Between my natural ability to heal quickly and the juice, I think I’m well on the road to recovery.”
“Good! Why don’t we sit for a while and you tell Uncle Paul what you’ve been up to lately.”
Alicia happily followed Paul into the living room and curled up next to him, leaning against his shoulder.
“Well, I’ve been working on putting together an aphrodisiac dinner for Maverick, but it has posed some challenges. I know there will be five guests, but I don’t know who they are, so I can’t tailor the menu to their tastes. Also, because of his shellfish allergy, I can’t use oysters, so I’m not sure what to do about a main course,” she began.
“Umm, that does present an interesting dilemma,” Paul commented. “Perhaps I can assist.”
“How?”
“Would it help to know that I am one of the guests?”
Alicia cocked her head so she could see him. “Paul! That’s wonderful!”
“Good. Would it also help to know that Ivory is another guest?” he continued.
Alicia paused a moment. “Are you sure you should be telling me this? I mean, if Maverick hasn’t told me, maybe he doesn’t really want me to know.”
“My dear,” Paul smiled, “am I not your second? I’m sure it just slipped Maverick’s mind. Sometimes the man gets so wrapped up in his camera that he forgets a world exists outside of his lenses.”
Alicia frowned, wondering if Paul were criticizing Maverick or simply making a comment. Obviously noticing her discomfort, Paul laughed and gently mussed her hair.
“Stop worrying, Alicia. Maverick and I have been friends for long enough to know each other very well. Ivory too. Do you know that Maverick and I met in grammar school? And Ivory has been his model for the last five years.”
“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 appetizers. 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 appetizers 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 flavor by adding pureed fruit or flavored 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 favorite 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 telltale 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.”
He tucked the back of her skirt up into her G-string.
“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? Of course, that means you’ll have to get rid of the dress as well.”
Despite her nervousness, Alicia nodded, quickly ridding herself of the offending articles 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. “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—grateful for the three-inch heels—she guided him into her welcoming heat.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Put your hands back on the wall.”
Alicia sighed as Paul slowly eased 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 downward.
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 her cleavage that had popped over the corset.
“Spread your legs more,” he whispered into her ear.
Alicia complied, her behind sticking out even farther 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 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 body.
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 traveled 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 immobilizing 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 goin
g 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 upward. Alicia squealed and would have leaped 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 realized 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 knew 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.
