La Bonne

by Michèle de Lully

  “My heart is not under my command,” Petros said stiffly. “But you need not fear. Your maid rejected me.”

  “Not so much,” I muttered.

  “What has this got to do with the tape?” he asked logically. How could he be reasonable at a time like this?

  “Come here,” Amanda said to me. I obeyed her, of course. When the spirit of the dragon overtook her, everyone obeyed her. “Are these the lips you kissed, Petros?” she demanded, reaching up to stroke my face with a delicate finger. “Would you have me forgive you for this?”

  “Yes,” stated Petros. “I kissed them and I would it do it again, if I were permitted. I love you, Amanda, and I will marry you and be faithful, but I will not lie.”

  “What will you do as penance?” she asked.

  “Whatever you require,” he said.

  “Anything?” she said, and her voice thrilled me with the power it held.

  Petros paused before he answered, looking hard at her face. No doubt the presence of the dragon surprised him as much as it did me. Perhaps it also excited him as much as it did me, to see the woman under the girl we loved.

  “Yes,” he said finally. “Anything. I owe you that. I want to owe you that much.”

  She smiled like the Mona Lisa, a great blonde cat in the savannah in the prime of youth and life and joy.

  “Then this is what I ask. You must forgive me for kissing them.”

  Petros was quick on the uptake for a man, but nobody could have expected that. I could see from his face that he was trying to figure out if he had suddenly forgotten how to understand French.

  “Have you had many women, my love?” Amanda said.

  “You know this,” he said. “I cannot change the past. Why bring it up now?”

  “Then how can you deny me one?”

  “Amanda, I do not understand. It sounds like you just said, ‘How can I deny you a woman?’” Yes, he was definitely going with the theory that he could no longer speak the language.

  For an answer, she pulled my face to hers with no more force than the touch of a finger on my chin, though I could no more have resisted it than I could stop from falling into empty air. She kissed me, deep and long, and I responded, my whole body quivering.

  “This is what is on the tape?” he asked, when she released me to breathe.

  “Possibly more,” Amanda said. “It depends on how much of a forgiving mood you are in.”

  “I have the indulgence of a Pope at the moment,” he said, his eyes dancing in the cabin lights. “Pray, go on.”

  “There were some other things I might need absolution for,” Amanda said. “Such as kissing these.” She reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse. Petros and I could only stand there, our breath laboring while she opened my blouse, unhooked my bra, pulled down the cups, and began to suckle gently at one exposed nipple.

  “Mon dieu,” he exclaimed. “Amanda, I am chastised. Do not tease me anymore, I beg you.

  “Tease?” she said, pulling away from my breast. My nipple stood up, straining to follow her. “I told you this regarded our marriage. I intend to retain the services of my maid. Indefinitely. I need to know if this is going to be a problem.”

  “How much was on that tape?” he asked me directly.

  “A lot more,” I confessed.

  “While you were kissing me, you were doing this with her? You toyed with my heart?”

  “Don’t even think of being angry,” I snapped at him. “You kissed her, too. You toyed with me, too.”

  “I played only for keeps,” he said. “And now that I see the game has changed, I wonder where do I fit in?”

  “Come over here and drop your trousers, and I’ll show you,” said Amanda.

  “Are you serious, Amanda? Can this truly be what you want?”

  I looked down at her shining eyes. The lust was on her, and I knew there was no reasoning left. So I spoke for her.

  “We discussed it, Petros. It is what we want.”

  He came then and stood before us. I dropped to my knees and together Amanda and I opened that button-sealed treasure chest. Tugging down his waistband, pulling down his tight briefs, we both gasped in admiration.

  “Show me what you did before,” she said. “What they all like.”

  Without hesitation, I took him in my mouth. I think he might have moaned, but I was much too distracted to notice. I lost myself in pleasure for a moment, until Amanda tugged on my hair.

  “Let me try,” she said. “Watch me, and tell me if I do it right.”

  I was treated to the glorious vision of his rapidly stiffening manhood filling her beautiful mouth. I could not merely watch. Leaning in, I kissed the side of her mouth, running my tongue across him at the same time. He began to make involuntary thrusts, short and slow. Together, Amanda and I shared him, swapping him from mouth to mouth, our tongues and lips tasting each other and his cock, which grew and hardened, poking at our cheeks with each thrust.

  His erection aroused me to the point of dizziness. With a hand on Amanda’s breast, I could tell that she was suffering the same fate. I slipped my right hand down and gently worked it under her skirt. I happened to know she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

  She squealed in pleasure as I stroked her clitoris, but the sound was mostly muffled by the cock-feast we were sharing.

  “When is it my turn?” Petros growled, struggling to contain himself.

  I stood and did what I had wanted to do since I first met these two. I shrugged off my blouse, stepped out of my skirt, and stood naked before them both. Petros raked me with his gaze, and Amanda looked me over only slightly more gently.

  “And you, my lady,” he said to her. Amanda stood also, elegantly stepping out of her clothes, her erect nipples straining upwards, her delicate golden bush glistening where my probing fingers had spilled her wetness.

  He looked back and forth between us, guiding us to stand side by side with his strong hands, admiring us like King Midas presented with an ocean of gold.

  Kisses, on the lips, from one to the other, flitted between us like a butterfly. One hand on each of us, a breast fitting in like a glove, and we burned under his touch. When his kisses dropped to our nipples, I caught her eyes. They flashed at me under her golden halo, and her smile was that of a goddess fulfilled. We kissed each other until his head sank lower. She pulled away from me, throwing her head back and moaning. Before I could ask what was wrong, his tongue flicked across my clitoris, and I moaned uncontrollably.

  We held on to each other for stability as he kissed the strength from between our legs. I could find no jealousy when he turned to her, only arousal at the sight of my lovers’ pleasure. And when he turned to me, I could find nothing, blinded by ecstasy. Back and forth he went, until our knees trembled.

  He stood, his erection standing out before him.

  “You can’t,” I said, putting a protective hand between her thighs.

  “Take her,” Amanda said. “I want to see.”

  Petros was no longer capable of arguing. I lay on the bed, my knees spreading. Amanda took his cock in one hand, guiding it. He hesitated, but Amanda spoke for me.

  “She’s ready. Look.” She let go of his cock and slid her fingers inside of me. Her familiar penetration was as exciting as the first time. When she pulled her fingers out, I looked down to see her stroke her wet hand over his cock, leaving the head glistening. She held it gently by the shaft and guided it into me. I watched it disappear inch by inch.

  I was past sound, my breath frozen in passion. Until he began to pound me, and then I squealed with every thrust.

  “Shh,” Amanda tried to hush me, putting her hand to my mouth. I took her still-wet fingers into my mouth and sucked on them for strength.

  He stopped thrusting to lift my legs up to his shoulders. Now he could penetrate even deeper, and I started to squeal again.

  “I do not recall hearing such sounds from your cabin,” Petros said, his smooth voice broken into grunts as he fucked m
e.

  “She’s usually doing something else with her mouth,” said Amanda, and she straddled me, her strong thighs falling to either side of my head. She lowered herself onto my face, her wetness spilling as I licked hungrily at her beautiful golden mound.

  I think she must have kissed him then, because I felt an arc of electricity run through me as the circuit completed. Every time he thrust his cock into me, I plunged my tongue inside her, and she met his tongue with hers. We passed the thrust around the circle, faster and faster, until I could not tell where one began and the next one ended.

  When I felt him pull out from me, his cock sliding over the top of my clitoris to spill its warm juices on my belly, she came against my mouth, and I climaxed spasmodically.

  She fell down beside me, breathing heavily, staring at the cream on my belly. She reached up and pulled her hair to one side, out of the way, and then bent her face and began to lick me clean. Petros and I groaned, watching our goddess feed from both of us, as her pink tongue swept up the white cream.

  “Save some for me,” I gasped.

  With a grin, she began to suck it up, but not swallowing. When there was no more, she moved to my face, and spilled it from her mouth to mine. I reached up and kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of man in our mouths, feasting until it was all gone.

  Petros said something in Greek and collapsed on the bed beside us.

  “But it’s my turn,” Amanda said.

  Petros’s eyes rolled. “My love, I am only a mortal man.”

  “He isn’t that old,” I told her. “A few minutes of rest, and he’ll be ready to do it again.”

  “I don’t want to wait a few minutes,” Amanda said, our little spoiled rich girl again.

  “What can I do, in any case?” asked Petros. “You said we could not.”

  “Well,” I answered, a little hesitant. “You did want to know what was on the tape. Are you still in a forgiving mood?”

  His eyes widened in curiosity. I couldn’t bring myself to explain in words, so I just went to the drawer and pulled it out.

  Amanda threw herself face down on the bed, eagerly thrusting her hips into the air, while I stroked myself with it, warming to my heat.

  “I am still uncertain,” he said, though surely he had to guess what I was about to do. I knelt over her, oiling the dildo from my still-generous lubrication. It felt good inside me, reminding me of the manliness that had so recently been there.

  Petros was speechless as I gently penetrated her, working it in, an inch at a time, while she grunted in pleasure, until it was all the way in. Then I slipped my right hand around in front of her, supporting myself on my left. As I massaged her clitoris, I began to push in and out of her, starting with short, slow strokes at first, working my way up to the full-length thrusts I knew she loved.

  He watched as she thrashed and moaned underneath me, working herself into another climax.

  My dominating spirit wanted to see more. “Maybe you should quiet her, like she did me,” I said. He moved to the head of the bed, leaning against the wall so that she could take his cock in her mouth. Her moans turned into happy gurgles.

  Watching her pinned between us aroused me again. Not only did I anticipate when it would be my turn to be speared from both ends, but seeing her in so much pleasure was intoxicating. She loved what we were doing to her as much as we loved doing it. I noticed that her head was rising up. Through the tangles of her golden curls, I could see that Petros had indeed found his second wind, his cock stiff and ready again.

  “Time to switch,” I suggested. When Petros pulled away from her, she whimpered in disappointment and tried to follow him with her mouth. I let the dildo ease out of her backside as Petros worked his way to the foot of the bed.

  “One last taste,” I said, bending down and taking his lovely cock in my mouth. Then I guided him into her backside, steering the head into that small, forbidden hole.

  Amanda moaned.

  “That’s only the first inch,” I told her.

  “Mon dieu,” she said. And then, “More.”

  Together Petros and I worked his cock all the way into her. We went slowly, but there was no resistance. Then he began to fuck her with the same small thrusts I had started with, under the guidance of my hand on his own firm buttocks. Not that it was necessary to go slowly. Amanda was ready for anything at this point. But I wanted to tease her.

  Once he had a nice rhythm, I went to the head of the bed and took his old place, putting her face between my legs. Her tongue went to me immediately, hungrily, and I leaned back against wall and let myself float.

  Petros pumped her steadily. I watched him disappear into her, felt her forced forward into me by his weight, and my head swam. The sight of his beautiful olive body plundering her pure white flesh blinded me. I looked down to see her face, but it was hidden by the golden curls spilling over my waist as she sought to give to me a fraction of the pleasure she was receiving.

  Tugging gently, I pulled her head away so I could look in her eyes. Her lips were wet with my juices, her eyes shimmering, her hair gleaming in the soft light.

  “Tell him to do it harder,” she said to me.

  He grunted like a boar, and pushed deeply into her. I muffled her moan by shoving her head back into my lap, pressing my nether lips against her ruby ones.

  Now he rode her, rising up and crashing down like the breaking surf. She sank under each wave with a moan of pleasure, but thrust up in time for the next one. Her hands clenched in mine, her body arched, her breath coming in long ragged gasps that were hot on my thighs. Selfishly I ground my hips into her face, taking my stimulation where I could, impaling myself on her eager tongue. Petros hammered her with all the strength he had used on me, and she took it like a champion. Soon he began to groan like a man in the fires of Hell.

  I leaned forward, crushing my thighs against Amanda’s face, pressing my lips to his. He pushed his face to mine, but did not go silent. I sucked at his breath, trying to contain the gale, my thighs convulsing in orgasm while his body poured itself into us, his cock pumping into Amanda and his lungs emptying into me. Air and water we took from him, until he collapsed, a Titan brought low by witchery.

  He and Amanda rolled to the side as one. I could see his ebbing erection was still inside of her. I crawled down and spooned up against his back. Reaching across him, I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, and she brought her own hand up to hold mine. Then Petros entwined his fingers with both of ours.

  Together we lay there, sharing warmth.

  “Do you accept my conditions for our marriage bed?” Amanda whispered sleepily.

  “What you ask is impossible,” he said. “But I will pledge to it. I will pledge to love you both, equally, for as long as you love each other.”

  “I thought you said it was impossible,” I argued. Always, I argued with good fortune and hope.

  “We Greeks are never deterred by the impossible. Icarus may have flown too close to the sun, but I assure you he did not regret it. Not for one instant, even as he fell, did he regret it. To touch the sun is worth it.”

  Hope and good fortune ignored my arguments, and moved in to stay.

  “Wait,” I whispered, falling asleep. “You said equally.” My buttocks twitched in anticipation of that classic Greek treat that Amanda had just enjoyed. “I’m not sure I’m ready for so much Greek culture.”

  “I speak Greek. I’ll teach you,” Amanda giggled.

  The squeeze of Petros’s hands was all he had to say, but it was enough.

  Chapter Ten

  We gave ourselves up too easily. The Greek Secret Service was more than equal to the task. The voyeurs called Petros that morning, just as he said they would. By late afternoon a portly, sharply dressed, middle-aged government man was handing Petros a large brown envelope and effusing his gratitude at being able to assist His Highness in this trivial matter. He wouldn’t even stay for dinner.

  Nor did anybody lecture us on carelessness. For the fir
st time in my life, nobody seemed to think I was to blame for the trouble I was in.

  The hapless crewman wasn’t in that much more trouble, we learned. It hadn’t been his idea, he had only gone along with it to pay his gambling debts. Once the police got involved, he cooperated, and so the only people going to jail were some British paparazzi I would never have to meet, let alone face their lurid, knowing winks.

  Petros’s leers were bad enough. He actually carried a television into our cabin that night so we could all view the infamous tape together.

  Then he made us do it all again while he watched.

  Making love to Amanda was always sweet, but doing it while Petros sat naked in a chair, his gaze burning out at us from above his grin, added a musky spice. We camped it up, trying to tempt him into ravishing us, but in the end we broke first and begged him to join in. Lying on my back, Amanda cradled in my arms, and staring down in rapture as he penetrated me, I climaxed more quickly than I had thought possible. Then Amanda mounted me and I held her while he took her from behind, her breasts crushing into mine, her hair draped across me, her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy as they both pounded to their climax.

  In the afterglow, basking in that sweet warmth, I wondered at how my life had changed. Lying here with these rich, beautiful people was only the smallest part of it. The way Amanda kissed me, the way Petros held my hand, were greater treasures by far. I had given my body to plenty of men before, but had never received their hearts in return. And now I had two.

  It occurred to me that perhaps the fault was not all mine, that perhaps I had been giving myself to people who could not or would not give back. But Amanda was too sweet and pure to not return love, and Petros was too courageous to shirk from true exposure. They were not scarred and broken from the hardships of life. I understood now it was not because they were rich, but because they had been raised well. The dragon might be a hard old biddy, but she loved her granddaughter with both strength and wisdom. My mother loved me, too, but she had never figured out her own life, let alone how to help me with mine.