by K D Grace
‘We’re not going to gag you, Liza, darling,’ Angelo’s voice was velvet smooth, ‘but you’ll need to keep quiet unless we ask you what you smell, or unless it’s too much for you, then use your safeword. If you break that simple rule, well, there’ll be punishment.’
She batted her eyes and nodded that she understood, all the while sniffing and snuffling like a wild animal who had been the predator but had suddenly become prey.
‘Paulo, why don’t you take first taste of that wet little pussy, and I think I’ll enjoy her lovely tits until it’s my turn.’ The sudden and rare emergence of the American accent was thick, almost a southern drawl as Angelo caressed and kneaded Liza’s breasts. Paulo didn’t wait for a second invite. He lowered his head for a look at the engorged, shimmery-slick landscape pouting and begging before him. And the scent, dear God, the scent of Liza Calendar was ecstasy. He shivered two fingers up from her perineum to open her heavy folds so that he could see the slippery path to pleasure in between. For a second, he stroked two fingers into her wet hole and watched in fascination as her grip tightened around them, and all but sucked them into her. Then he leaned in and nipped her clit between his front teeth. She growled, bucked hard against him, and Angelo chuckled. ‘Sonofabitch, bro, I think you made her come already. Where’s the delayed gratification? Where’s the making her wait?’
‘I’m not a patient man, Angelo,’ he breathed against Liza’s trembling swell. ‘And besides, this is only just a warm-up. You should know that.’ He stroked and caressed her hips and bottom until the tremors in her slit eased and then he dove in tongue first, and Liza went wild.
‘Hold still,’ Angelo commanded, ‘or we’ll have to punish you. Hold still and let Paulo eat. In fact, you look pretty hungry yourself. Maybe you’d like to eat.’ From somewhere Paulo hadn’t seen, Angelo produced another pillow and placed it under Liza’s head. Then he straddled her ribcage, cupped a breast in each hand and pushed them together until they formed a tight valley into which Angelo inserted his cock with a grunt. And Liza didn’t need any coaching. She knew exactly what he wanted. With each thrust, as his cock slid up through her cleavage, she lapped at the head of it as though it were ice cream on a summer day, and that tongue of hers seemed to have a mind of its own.
Paulo would have loved to closed his eyes and concentrated on the delicious seashore taste of Liza’s arousal and the smell that now coated his face, but he didn’t want to miss what Angelo was doing either, though he only got the occasional glimpse from beyond the tightening thrust and press of the man’s muscular ass cheeks and the grip and release, grip and release of his anus as he thrust.
‘What do you smell?’ Paulo said, pulling away and wiping his face on the inside of her thigh. And again it was as though the two men were working her in unison. Angelo found Paulo’s shed shirt on the bed and wiped her mouth, his cock, and the valley between her breasts, then tossed it to Paulo who wiped the scent from between her legs and then rubbed it all over his chest while both she and Angelo watched. ‘What do you smell?’ he asked again, circling her clit with an index finger, then giving it a tweak that made her suck air.
‘I smell cinnamon and burnt sugar lust.’ Angelo rose over her on his hands and knees, one hand pumping his cock fast and furious, the other fingering her pussy in time. She grunted and squirmed and spoke faster as though she feared she wouldn’t be able to finish. ‘I smell earth and flit and steel and the first spark in dried summer grass just before it bursts into flame.’ She threw her head back and arched against her bonds as Angelo buried his face between her legs and laved with his tongue her like she was dinner.
‘What else?’ Paulo urged, stroking his own cock for all it was worth. ‘What else do you smell?’
‘I smell the sea and honey and cream and lightning and rain in the desert. I smell citrus and hot metal. I smell hot pepper urgency and dark damp ground waiting to be cultivated.’ Just then her body stiffened as though her back would break and she came hard into Angelo’s mouth, but the man grasped her buttocks with both hands and held her still, eating at her mercilessly until she cried out in raw-throated sobs and convulsed against her bonds. And when she collapsed back against the bed, Angelo pulled away from her wet-faced and came to his knees between her legs, furiously pumping his cock. ‘Take her, Paulo.’ His voice was little more than a low growl. ‘Take her now.’ He bit back the last word with a harsh hiss as he came, his semen arching up over her belly and her breasts, the very act of which made her come again and Paulo felt his own balls tighten as he moved down between her legs and thrust into her warm slick depths feeling like he’d found his way home.
Angelo untied Liza’s arms almost as though he intuited what the woman would do next, and then he watched while she rubbed his cum against her skin as though it were expensive lotion.
‘You like that, don’t you, Liza Calendar. You like the feel of my jizz as much as you do the scent.’
She nodded and grunted, too breathless to form words.
‘Paulo’s going to fuck you now.’ He spoke first against her lips and then her throat. ‘He’s going to fuck you for both of us.’
Then he moved to untie the bonds from her ankles and she lifted her legs high around Paulo’s hips. For a second, Angelo remained at the foot of the bed watching, then one hand came to rest on Paulo’s shoulder. Paulo stilled, and Liza’s nostrils flared.
‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God,’ she whispered, her eyes darting from Paulo to Angelo and back again. She sniffed hard. Paulo knew she smelled the change in scent. He wished he could smell it. He wish he knew what it must be like for her. He could feel the vibrations of the tug, tug, tug of Angelo’s hand on his cock, which Paulo was certain was hard again. Then Angelo’s hand slid from Paulo’s shoulder down his back to rest for a second low on his hip, then his middle finger slid up into Paulo’s anus.
Liza’s sniff and moan became a low keening, as she clawed and clung and thrust against Paulo. ‘Smells like wet earth, smells like hot bread, smells like hot iron and cloves.’ Paulo scooped Liza close and rose up on his knees to give Angelo better access.
‘He’s going to fuck you.’ Her voice was a breathless gasp of incredulity.
‘I am, indeed,’ Angelo said. Then he spat on his hand, slathered Paulo’s anus and his own cock and shoved home in a thrust that nearly flattened Paulo onto Liza until they all caught their rhythm. ‘It’s been a while, Paulo,’ he whispered against his nape, ‘but you still take me with real gusto.’
Paulo made no response. He was too caught up in the moment, too caught up in Liza’s wonder. He could see it in her eyes, feel it in her body. One of her arms was curled tightly around his neck and the other had reached beyond to caress Angelo, whose response to her touch was damn near a purr, and Angelo did not purr!
‘Do it, lovely Liza,’ Angelo gasped, nipping at Paulo’s ear, then kissing her caressing hand. ‘We’re all ready. Finish it, so we can come together.’
She arched up, tightening her milking grip on Paulo just as Angelo thrust up hard in a follow-through and sure enough, they all came together. Liza’s cry was deep and guttural as her nails scored Paulo’s shoulder and both men roared their orgasms in unison as Liza whimpered with the last remains of her voice, ‘smells so good, smells so good, smells so good.’
Together the men cleaned Liza and each other and, at her insistence, they bagged their clothing in zip-locks to be taken back to the Martelli research facility. From a closet at the far end of the dungeon, Angelo produced generic grey sweat bottoms and T-shirts. ‘The Mount is well equipped with extra clothing,’ Paulo told her as she slipped into the over-sized T-shirt. ‘Clothing tends to get … damaged from time to time.’
Angelo had been strangely silent since their lovemaking and, really, Paulo could call it nothing else. Liza Calendar had gotten to him, he was pretty sure. And for some reason he no longer minded. For some reason, he wanted to slap the man on the back and tell him that he completely understood. He half felt guilty beca
use he had every intention of driving the woman home and taking her again before the night was over. Though he found he had enjoyed their threesome far more than he would have thought possible, there was still a part of him that wanted her all to himself.
‘Is Jim still here?’ she asked as Paulo sealed up the last bag. ‘Will he take bags to the facility?’
‘We won’t wait until morning,’ Paulo said. ‘Coraline has a driver waiting to deliver them.’ He had called upstairs to find his boss was still in the Suite and not at all surprised that the three of them would be supplying new samples for the experiments. He knew her well enough to figure that was her plan when she sent Liza down to the dungeon.
‘I’m trying not to let my feelings get hurt because you wanted me just for my smell, darlin’’ Angelo said, then he gave them both a wicked smile. ‘On the other hand, for what we just did,’ he nodded toward the bondage bed they had just romped all over, ‘you can sniff me any time.’ He gave her a long, lingering kiss then, as an afterthought, he did the same to Paulo. While they both caught their breath, he settled back on the bed, looking a bit like the cat who ate the cream.
‘Sweet dreams,’ Paulo managed. Then slipped an arm around Liza’s shoulder. ‘Come on. I’ll take you home.’
They turned to find Jim and Coraline standing at the foot of the stairs.
‘Afraid you’ll have to let one of my drivers have that honour, Paulo,’ Coraline said, offering Liza an apologetic smile. ‘I need to see both you and Jim in the Suite.’
‘Your timing sucks,’ Paulo said. Then he pulled Liza into his arms and made no attempt to hide the kiss that turned into a full-frontal rub-up. ‘That’s a down-payment with a promise of what’s to come when I finally do manage to get you alone.’ He wasn’t sure if what he’d done was for Liza’s benefit or for Angelo’s. He didn’t mind sharing her with the man when they were together, but he wasn’t sure he liked the idea of leaving her alone with him. As they all turned to head back upstairs, Anglo flopped down on the bondage bed as though it were a primo mattress in a five-star hotel and stretched out with his arms folded behind his head as though they were already gone.
Chapter Nineteen
‘What the hell is so important that it couldn’t wait until morning?’ Paulo asked the minute the door closed behind the three of them in the Suite.
‘Sit down, Paulo,’ Coraline said.
‘Is it really going to take that long?’
‘I don’t know how long it’s going to take, now sit down.’ Her voice was soft as it always was, but there was no mistaken the sharp metal edge just beneath the velvet surface, the one no one with any sense of self-preservation would argue with. He found himself wondering what that edge would smell like to Liza.
As soon as he was seated on the burgundy leather sofa, she nodded to Jim.
The man cleared his throat and tugged at the tie Paulo was surprised to see he was still wearing.
‘What’s going on?’ Paulo asked, feeling the muscles in his shoulders tense.
‘Did you know that Liza Calendar has a relationship with Carl Blain?’ Jim asked.
‘What?’ Paulo nearly came off the sofa. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’
‘She took a tumble at Ostia. Oh, nothing serious,’ he shook an open hand as though he were erasing a chalkboard. ‘Her BlackBerry rang; she went to answer it and tripped on the uneven cobbles. I caught her before she fell, but not before the device went sailing into the verge. When I picked it up to hand it back, I saw that the caller was Carl Blain.’ He shot an apologetic look at Paulo. ‘Oh, I know she’s a journalist, and I discovered after the fact that her magazine did an article on the Blain Holdings what was it, six months ago? But it was the look on her face when she saw who it was that got my attention. I don’t know if she was unhappy about the call or if she was unhappy about the timing. She certainly didn’t realize that I saw who the call was from, but when I asked her if she needed to take it, she shoved the device into her bag and said no. It wasn’t important.’
Paulo ran a palm over his face, suddenly realizing just how tired he was. ‘Well maybe she said that because it wasn’t important. You just told me her magazine had done an article. I don’t think it’s all that unusual for someone who’s been interviewed by a magazine to get back in touch.’
Coraline nodded thoughtfully, and Jim shifted uncomfortably on the edge of an enormous wing-backed chair. ‘They were dating.’
Paulo’s heart stopped, then juddered forward. ‘Dating?’
‘Well it was obviously a long-distance sort of relationship with her living on the West Coast, but certain gossip columns were speculating about her possibly being the future Mrs Carl Blain, you know, sort of a Cinderella story.’
‘And?’ Paulo barely heard his own voice over the loud buzzing in his ears.
‘Well, she was seen going into his apartment building the night before she flew to Rome.’
Paulo gripped the arm of the sofa until his knuckles were white. Fuck! She had been with Blain the night before she was with him on the flight to Rome? Surely he couldn’t have misjudged her that badly, not Liza Calendar, not the woman he knew?
‘My point is,’ Jim continued, ‘it seems like quite a coincidence that Liza Calendar is with Carl Blain the night before her flight, then gets your attention on the flight in such a spectacular way.’
‘I came on to her. In the plane, I mean.’ Paulo struggled not to sound defensive. ‘And there was no place else for me to sit in the lounge but next to her. She couldn’t have planned that.’
‘Never mind the flight and the lounge,’ Coraline said. ‘It’s quite possible that was all just icing on the cake, an unexpected bonus.’
‘And don’t forget, security caught her sneaking into your office,’ Jim said.
‘But her story makes sense,’ Paulo argued. ‘She would have caught my scent and she would have been able to follow me there. You both know what she’s capable of.’
‘We know what she’s capable of,’ Coraline said, ‘but without the Martelli facilities, her capabilities are irrelevant, aren’t they?’
Paulo felt as though he were falling through the floor. ‘You think she’s working for Blain?’
‘Think about it,’ Jim said. ‘Think of all the coincidences, and us with the new line, the very expensive new line that’s already cost Martelli a fortune, all depending on her nose. It seems to me like the ideal set-up for Blain to use her to get to us and then force his hostile takeover – which he knows he doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of pulling off otherwise.’
‘Yes, the takeover.’ For an instant Coraline seemed miles away. Then she added, ‘Carl Blain is his father’s son’.
‘No.’ Paulo shook his head wildly. ‘Blain may be his father’s son, of that I have no doubt, but Liza wouldn’t do that. Liza would never betray us.’
‘Look,’ Coraline said, laying a hand on his knee. ‘We’re not saying that she would. We’re just saying that it’s a risk, and you need to be aware that there may be an enemy in the camp, and she may be someone we all thought we could trust.’
‘Does Rita trust her?’ Paulo asked.
Coraline blinked and straightened in her chair.
‘You said she was Rita’s friend. You said Rita helped arranged the Martelli connections Liza would need for the article she wanted to write.’
‘Lots of people take advantage of their wealthy connections,’ Jim said.
‘I can’t believe the two of you,’ Paulo stood and began to pace. ‘Rita trusts her. She’s helping Martelli in ways we never could have thought possible, and we pulled her into this. Don’t forget that, we pulled her in. If Rita trusts her that’s good enough for me.’
‘Rita’s loyal,’ Coraline said softly.
‘Look, Paulo,’ Jim stood to pace next to him, ‘all I’m saying is there are a helluva lot of coincidences here, and the more research I do, the more I’m inclined to doubt Liza Calendar’s motives.’ He raised a hand before
Paulo could speak. ‘All I’m saying is be aware and keep an eye on her. You know the saying; “keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” Well you’re doing a good job of keeping her close, just keep it up.’
Paulo clenched his fists and held them tight to his sides resisting the sudden urge to punch Jim in the face. ‘She’s not the enemy.’
‘And you’re sure of that?’ Jim asked.
‘Are we finished here?’ Paulo turned his attention to Coraline. ‘Because I’m really tired and I need some rest. I have a busy day in the lab tomorrow.’
‘We’re finished,’ Coraline said.
He didn’t say good-bye; he just turned on his heels and headed toward the door.
‘Paulo,’ Coraline called. ‘All I’m asking is that you be aware of the possibility.’
He didn’t reply, but jerked the door open and did his best to slam it as he left. He was halfway down the hall toward the entrance to the villa, when he changed his mind, turned back through the house, and out through the gardens, all but running through the maze and past the fountains until he came to the entrance of the dungeon. He let himself in and took the stairs two at a time.
‘Back so soon?’ Angelo asked without looking up. He was still sprawled on the bondage bed as he had been when Paulo and Liza left. ‘Did you decide since you couldn’t get Liza alone, you’d settle for me? I’m flattered, but …’ as he rose to one elbow and looked up at Paulo, his words died in his throat. ‘What is it, bro? What’s wrong?’
