by Anarie Brady
“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 as if it were 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 about what you like, is it? As for Mr. Devonshire, we’ve already decided that you will tell and show him your newly de-haired body in good time,” Paul answered gently.
Alicia considered a moment. This was true. If she 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. And, as Mr. Devonshire has made you my second, I should know better than to question you.”
“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 realize 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 easygoing 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 somewhat 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 demeanor again, she realized 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 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 realized 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. Obediently, 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. Like I said, I love this place. My cousin owns the property and I’ve been coming here since I was a schoolboy.”
Alicia turned to look at him.
“Oh, no need to worry. Byron’s not around. He’s traveling again, so it’s unlikely we’ll be disturbed,” he assured her. “I didn’t tell you before because I wanted to see if you would follow my directions despite your embarrassment.”
“I will try to please you, Paul. Mr. Devonshire said I was to follow your commands as if they were his own. I will do as you direct.”
“Yes, but even if he hadn’t said that, would you?” Paul asked.
Alicia considered. “Yes. I would.”
“Why?”
“Because on the ride here I realized something.”
“What’s that?”
Alicia pulled her braid over her shoulder and began fidgeting with it while trying to think of how to put her feelings into words.
“I’ve been with other men, naturally—I mean before meeting Mr. Devonshire and you. And I’ve always enjoyed sex, but still, I’ve also felt something was missing. That I was missing out on something really w
onderful. Since I’ve become a companion, I’ve felt…” She stumbled over the words.
Paul simply waited, his arms crossed in front of him, his brown hair falling into his eyes.
“I’ve felt,” she began again, “purposeful. Like I’ve found my purpose. Maybe that’s why I love to cook so much as well. I truly enjoy the happiness that a good meal can render. I want, really want, to serve others.” She dropped her braid and smiled up at Paul. “I want to use my body, my skills, my whole life in the service of pleasure.” Alicia felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her. She finally knew her calling. Contentment coursed through her.
Paul smiled in return. “I’m so very happy for you, my dear.”
“Can I say something else?”
“Of course.”
“You’re a very special man, Paul. I went to one of your openings before I even met you. I was attracted to you then, but now that I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve really come to respect you. Love you, in a way.” Alicia blushed a bit, unsure of herself.
“I’m honored, Alicia. And I feel the same way about you.” Paul reached around her, holding her tightly. “You are very close to my heart, my dear girl.”
She tipped her head back and he kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Alicia molded her body against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, entwining her fingers in his hair. Suddenly he twirled her around and bent her over a low-slung branch of the tree.
Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, “I’ve realized something about myself as well. I never thought I had dominator tendencies, but it turns out I do. I can’t wait to see your beautiful, naked globes reddened by my hand or by whatever else I happen to find here in the woods. Would you like that?”
Alicia’s breathing increased and wetness gathered between her thighs. “Yes, Paul. Please, use me as you will.”
Unlike Mr. Devonshire, Paul preferred randomness over symmetry. At first he gently swatted her behind, no more than gentle pats really. Without warning, though, he would suddenly lay on a sharp, cracking snap, causing Alicia to jump in both shocked surprise and pain. Paul pushed her against the tree so that she was again in position. She was grateful for the satin corset protecting her skin from the rough bark of the branch.
“Now for some texture, I think,” Paul said.
Not daring to turn around, Alicia counted her steadying breaths as she listened to Paul’s movements.
“Ouch!” she yelled, involuntarily standing with his first blow.
“Now, darling, don’t do that,” Paul warned.
“Oh, god! I’m so sorry,” she said contritely as she again bent over the low branch.
“Apology accepted,” Paul answered and he again swung a wispy fir switch through the air, laying on another stripe.
Over and over again Paul whipped her burning arse, thighs and calves. She smelled the pine as the strength of the blows crushed the needles against her skin. Because of his randomness, Alicia could never anticipate where the next blow would land. The uncertainty drove her crazy. Luckily, within a short time, she heard Paul drop the branch.
“Thank you,” she whispered when she heard him unzip his trousers. He grasped her hips, shoving his entire length deep within her opening. The sensuality of the day’s events culminated and, unable to stop herself, Alicia screamed out her pleasure, quivering with delight.
“That’s it. Come for me,” Paul commanded.
“Yes!” she cried, drowning in both the pain and joy he gave to her.
“My turn!” he growled and he yanked her to an upright position, his hands clawing at the top of the corset, pulling it down to expose her throbbing breasts. Pinching both her nipples, Paul gave a tremendous thrust, lifting Alicia off her feet, and exploded within her.
Alicia sighed with contentment. Her arse might be a burning mass of marks but she had Paul’s cum inside her. What more could she possibly want?
Chapter Fourteen
Chocolate Dipped Strawberries
1 pint large strawberries, washed but with the stems still attached
1 bar good dark baking chocolate
1 Tablespoon butter
1 Tablespoon paraffin wax
Combine chocolate, butter and wax in the top of a double boiler. Be sure not to let the water boil and not to let the water touch the top pan. Stir constantly until melted and blended. Remove from heat. Working carefully, dip the bottom 2/3rds of each strawberry in the chocolate. Place on waxed or parchment paper to set. If preferred, dip berry into colored sprinkles while the chocolate is still warm and malleable.
“So, are you prepared for tonight?” Mr. Devonshire asked early the next afternoon.
Alicia had arrived at his home armed with bags of groceries and a notebook full of recipes.
“Yes, Sir. But I would like to review the menu with you,” she responded.
“In a moment. For now though, I would like to see Ivory’s handiwork. Would you undress, please?” Maverick leaned against the cabinet, crossed his arms and waited.
“Of course, Sir.” She began to undress. So he knew of the hair removal. “I did mean to tell you about the hair removal, but I—”
“Shhh,” he said gently. “You are under no obligation to tell me everything you do, Alicia. As it happens, though, I specifically asked Ivory if she would wax your body hair.”
Alicia, having removed her dress, stood and stared at Mr. Devonshire, her mouth dropped open in surprise. Of course! She should have figured that one out on her own. She snapped her mouth closed, seeing the laughter in his eyes.
Mr. Devonshire reached down and touched Alicia’s ankles then ran his hands slowly up her calves, knees, thighs. Alicia tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Using his index finger, he traced the contours of her private lips with excruciating precision. Alicia was now grateful that Ivory had spent so much time meticulously tweezing each and every hair from her skin. He drew his hand over her mound, the warmth of his flesh penetrating into her. He continued his upward journey, his hands following the curves of her body until he gently cupped her breasts. Dropping his head, he rained sweet kisses on each nipple.
“Turn around and bend over,” he commanded.
Alicia complied, and he began a systematic inspection of her rear.
“Very nice,” Mr. Devonshire said. “Ivory does excellent work. You may stand and put your dress back on now, Alicia.”
Struggling to control her emotions, Alicia retrieved her dress and slipped it over her head.
“You wanted to go over the menu?” he reminded her.
“Oh, yes,” she began, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Paul suggested tapas instead of a traditional meal, and I thought that would be a unique and interesting twist for the evening.”
“Yes, he mentioned something about that. I think that would work rather well,” Maverick agreed.
“Right. I will prepare five tapas selections in enough quantity to provide for five guests. In addition, I planned on a light soup. Would you like to use your good china for the presentation or would you prefer a buffet type of set up?”
“Actually, we will be eating in a buffet style, so just have the finished dishes set out on the counter. Megan will be here later to help in the presentation.”
“Yes, Sir. That’s easy enough to do. Now, at what time do you expect your guests?” Alicia asked.
“They will arrive around seven p.m., but you should have the food ready by six p.m.”
“I can do that since the food will either be chilled or served at room temperature, except for the soup, which can easily be kept on simmer. Is there anything else before I begin, Sir?” she questioned.
“Just this—have fun, Alicia. You are so beautiful in the kitchen where you are truly in your element. Enjoy this afternoon. When you have the food prepared, though, I would ask that you go to the playroom and bathe with the special soap I have placed on the side of the tub. I also have a note there giving you further instructions.” Maverick took hold of her han
ds and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I look forward to seeing you this evening.”
Alicia wondered about Maverick’s parting words but shrugged them off to concentrate on preparing the food. Donning her apron and pinning her hair up, she happily got to work.
First, Alicia began to prepare the fennel and almond plate. She thinly sliced the fennel into long strips. Adding a bit of olive oil to a pan, she sautéed the vegetable until tender. She then added sliced almonds and a sprinkling of freshly ground nutmeg. Draining the oil, she arranged the concoction on a plate so that it could cool. The guests could use either a fork or their fingers as utensils. Happy with this simple preparation, she moved on to her other dishes—figs with honey, steamed asparagus, squash seeds roasted with garlic and pine nuts, strawberries dipped in dark chocolate and pineapple rings grilled then drizzled with honey. Finally she prepared the soup—a careful blending of carrots, watercress, cream, chicken stock and nutmeg. The soup would be delicious served either hot or cold, but Alicia decided hot would be best. Therefore she set the pot on simmer and arranged small cups so they could be filled at the last minute then placed on the buffet table. Finishing a few minutes before six p.m., Alicia smiled, pleased with herself.
Removing her apron, she made her way up to the playroom so she could bathe, just as Mr. Devonshire had instructed. Slipping into the warm water, she sighed as the tension of being on her feet for the last four hours drained from her body. She then noticed the envelope with her name emblazoned on the front. Leaning back, she opened the light blue parchment.
Alicia,
By now you are probably relaxing in the warm water. Remember to scrub your body thoroughly using the provided soap. When you complete this task, step onto the clean mat, dry yourself, do not apply lotion, and step into the shoes.
