Penthouse of pleasure - uncertain desire (German Edition)

by Blue, A. J.

  Liam shrugs his shoulders in amusement. “No idea. She’s completely unpredictable.”

  “She is very much here,” I say. “And now you better be good and do as I tell you.”

  I pick up the gravy boat and walk towards Marcus. “Hands behind the back of the chair!”

  Marcus looks at me bewildered. Indecisive as to what to do.

  “Are you issuing the orders now?” Liam asks and gets up.

  “Only too right, I am,” I reply boldly. “And you, my friend, better stay sitting down. It’s not your turn just yet!”

  Liam hesitates, then sits down again. “Okay,” he nods and leans back. “I can’t wait.”

  Marcus is not making any moves to put his hands behind the back of his chair.

  “Go on,” I whisper and look really deeply into his eyes. Then I dip my fingers into the sauce again and lick if off, savoring every drop. “You’ll like it!”

  “Damn it!” Marcus curses, his eyes glued to me index finger. “You really are a little bitch!”

  “I gladly return the compliment,” I reply and point my head towards his hands. “Are you scared?”

  “Never!” Marcus snorts and finally does put his hands behind the back of his chair.

  “See. That wasn’t too hard!” I say, put down the gravy boat and very slowly start unzipping his jeans. His penis is already slightly erect. My little performance must be turning him on after all. I dip my finger into the sauce again and spread some of the liquid over his phallus. Then I carefully lick the top of his penis until I take it into my mouth and suck it. Out of the corner of my eyes I spot a fascinated Liam watching us.

  Marcus groans and grabs my hair. I immediately look up and ignore his now very erect member.

  “I told you to leave your hands behind the chair!”

  “You bitch!” Marcus moans, but he does as he’s told.

  I take his dick back into my mouth, place my fingers around the shaft and mercilessly move my head up and down.

  Marcus is contorting underneath me. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better stop right now,” he gnarls, his voice all husky.

  I have no intention of stopping and gradually increase my speed until his penis violently jerks inside my mouth and he comes with a groan.

  Grinning, I get up, take my wineglass and take a large swig.

  “Oh, my God!” Marcus sighs and looks at me appreciatively. ”Now I understand why Liam doesn’t want to let you go.”

  I turn around to Liam with a smile.

  I can’t quite read his expression. His eyes have narrowed to slits.

  “Do you want a go?” I ask naughtily.

  “Enough!” Liam shouts. “You get over here right now!” He’s got up and now he bangs the top of the table with his fist. “Now!”

  I quizzically arch my eyebrows. Looks as if he wants to be in charge. Do I want him to? Well, why not actually? I can’t deny that it turns me on being taken by Liam. But I don’t want to make it all that easy for him. Let’s play the game a little longer.

  “No!” I say, shaking my head.

  “Last chance,” he replies. “Come over here.”

  “I’ve absolutely no intention!”

  “If I’ve to come and get you, your fanny’s in for it!”

  His words cause a pleasant tingling in my lower regions. “Just you try!” I retort.

  Liam walks over to me. “Right so!, he growls, grabs me and throws me across his shoulder.

  “Hey!” I object and thump his back. ”Let me down!”

  “With pleasure,” he replies and deposits me on the other side of the table. With a sweep of his hand he pushes every object in his way aside. Then he abruptly turns me around so that I’m now lying on my belly, my butt stuck in the air.

  ”I need your help for a minute,” Liam turns to Marcus while positioning my hands on the table. “There are some handcuffs in the black bag. Will you get them for me?”

  “My pleasure!”

  I turn my head to the side to see Marcus zipping his pants up again. Then he extracts the cuffs from the bag and approaches me. My nipples become rock hard when I imagine what’s about to happen.

  I don’t resist when Liam puts my hands on my back and cuffs them. “Well, darling, you were asking for it! Marcus, if you would just hold her down for a second…” Marcus grins, sits down on the edge of the table and applies a little pressure to keep my upper body on the table. Now I’m helplessly at Liam’s mercy. But exactly that incredibly turns me on. My clitoris is pounding with desire.

  Liam pushes up my skirt, exposing my naked fanny. ”What do you think, Marcus? What’s the punishment for issuing orders without permission?”

  “Well, I think you should spank her little behind for starters. Then she gets a good screw!”

  I gulp and already feel myself getting wet imagining what’s in store. Twice Liam slaps my exposed butt hard with the palm of his hand. “Ah!” I moan and try to raise myself up. But Marcus holds me in an iron grip. Liam caresses my clitoris, strokes me until I’m even more moist and then penetrates me with two fingers. I greedily welcome them, extend my pelvis to him. He suddenly takes aim and forcefully smacks my fanny again with his fingers working inside me. I pant. I’m so aroused, I hardly notice the pain. “Fuck me, please!” I beg.

  We had actually planned on banging you together,” Liam growls, “but you messed up that idea. We’ll have to catch up on that one some other time!” He pulls his finger out.

  “No, don’t stop!” I whine.

  Take over for a sec., will you,” Liam addresses Marcus, who nods and slightly loosens his grip while his free hand massages my butt. Then he, too, slaps my fanny real hard and penetrates me with his fingers.

  “Ah!” I scream.

  “You so deserved that,” he whispers and tickles my most sensitive spot.

  Suddenly I feel him pulling his fingers out and something bigger enters me. Liam’s penis is so erect, it fills me completely. He starts moving inside my, then thrusts harder while Marcus caresses my fanny. I scream with lust, completely surrender to it until Liam and I finally climax together.

  16

  A short while later, wrapped it fluffy woolen blankets, the three of us sit together on the large sofa in the lounge, watching a sitcom.

  The boys have kindly taken my handcuffs off again. My butt’s still burning a little, but it’s actually not an unpleasant sensation. They guys didn’t really hit me all that hard; just enough to arouse me.

  They seem to be masters of their craft, I think, smiling to myself. I put my head on Liam’s lap and my feet on Marcus’s thighs. Liam’s stroking my hair while Marcus is massaging my feet. Well, there’s something about getting spoiled by two men, I think and close my eyes.

  Perhaps this is the right moment to ask my hosts some questions.

  “How do you actually all know each other?” I ask

  “We’ve known each other forever,” Marcus answers me. “Liam, Alex and I went to the same boarding school.”

  “And you’ve been friends ever since?” I probe.

  “There was a little incident with Alex. Some of the older boys had it in for him. Liam and I came to the rescue. It all ended in a mad fight, but after that they left Alex alone. That’s how we became good friends,” Marcus explains and gently keeps on massaging my feet. Liam obstinately stares straight ahead and pretends not to hear my questions. At least Marcus is a bit more accommodating.

  “And have you always shared a woman?”

  Marcus sighs. “No, not always. At some point it simply turned out that way.”

  How can something like that simply turn out that way? I wonder.

  Liam has stopped running his fingers through my hair. It’s obvious that he doesn’t like being questioned.

  “I’m pretty tired,” he says, “and I have an early start in the morning. I have a meeting. Join me, if you want, Kate. You can also stay with Marcus or sleep in the guestroom. Whatever you like.” He gets up and
disappears in the direction of the bathroom.

  Liam doesn’t give much away, does he?” I address Marcus.

  “Yeah, you can say that again,” he replies. “Liam’s pretty sensitive when it comes to personal stuff. He has his reasons…”

  My gaze follows the handsome, charismatic man and for the first time I can sense the loneliness that surrounds him. Who are you really, Liam? I think.

  I give Marcus a hug, say “good night” and decide to sleep in Liam’s room. I have a feeling that he doesn’t want to be alone. I quickly brush my teeth in the bathroom. Then I slip naked underneath Liam’s comforter.

  “Hi,” I whisper. “You okay?”

  “Um,” Liam mutters.

  “Is it Marcus?” I ask. “You wanted me to get on with him and flirt.”

  “Exactly. That’s the whole concept, isn’t it?” Liam’s surprised. “Otherwise our rules wouldn’t make any sense.”

  I don’t comment that their rules don’t make any sense to me anyway and presumably wouldn’t to any other normal person either.

  “What’s wrong then?” I press on.

  “Nothing. Let’s just go to sleep.” Liam turns over and puts his arms around me. “You are such a cute little bitch,” he mumbles. “Go to sleep.”

  A while later I hear Liam’s quite and regular breathing. He’s fallen asleep. Despite all the exciting things that happened today I’m still not tired. My mind’s too preoccupied. What kind of strange and mysterious guys have I ended up with?

  17

  Hi, Kate!” He’s tickling my cheek.

  “Um,” I murmur sleepily.

  “I’m off now. You’re not going to run away, are you? Will you be here when I get back this evening?”

  I open my eyes a tiny bit. Liam’s sitting on the bed, dressed in a suit and tie, stroking my cheek.

  “Do you want me to stay?” I ask.

  “Of course, I do,” Liam nods.

  “Then I’ll still be here later.”

  Liam smiles. “I’m glad. This evening we’ll discuss with Marcus how long you can and would like to stay. Afterwards we go to the party, okay?”

  “What party?” I ask alarmed. With these guys you never know…

  “It’s a launch. Marcus is also invited. You can wear the dress we bought a couple of days ago. We’ll have to decide on how to present you. Maybe you could be a distant cousin or something.”

  “Do you always take the women who live with you to parties?” I enquire. “Then you must have an awful lot of cousins.”

  Liam laughs. “We never do, actually. But I would like to take you. Everything is different with you.”

  I’m not quite sure if that’s supposed to be a compliment. But I like parties and I wouldn’t mind staying a few more days in this gorgeous apartment. I’m slowly starting to get used to the weird occupants.

  “Okay, see you later so. Good luck with the meeting,” I say.

  “Thank you. Enjoy your day and be nice to Marcus.”

  “How nice should I be?” I ask boldly.

  “That’s up to you,” Liam winks. “At least nice enough so that he can’t complain about you to me later. Can you do that?”

  I nod. “I guess.” Liam smiles, satisfied, kisses my forehead and leaves.

  Marcus is actually quite nice,” I contemplate. Right, he obviously has a problem with his need to dominate, but so does Liam. And Marcus can dance and cook. His kiss wasn’t so bad either. As to the rest…

  For the first time I wonder what it would be like when all three of them are here. The idea turns me on so much that I decide to have a cold shower. One really thinks about nothing but sex in this apartment!

  Freshly showered and reasonably awake I head towards the kitchen. Last night I was far too preoccupied and ate only very little of the delicious food Marcus had prepared. Now my stomach is rumbling. I toast two slices of bread and take a yoghurt from the fridge. No sign of Marcus. He must still be asleep. This would actually be a good time to surf the net. Perhaps I can find out some more about Liam. If he’s really such a successful businessman, there must be lots of entries. I fetch my purse from the hall and extract my cellphone. No missed calls. Thank God. For once my mother seems to respect my wishes and is leaving me in peace for now.

  I bring my breakfast over to the dining table, take out my cell and enter ‘William Alvord’ in the search engine to be bombarded by tons of results. I click my way through the pages and read an article about Liam’s background. His grandparents were very enterprising after the Second World War and built up a whole business empire. Their son, Liam’s father, took over and now Liam’s in charge. He doesn’t seem to have any siblings; at least I can’t find any. Another article praises his dedication as patron of a children’s charity. Everything I read portrays a wealthy, successful man with a social conscience.

  But there’s absolutely nothing about his private life – zilch. Nothing about ex girlfriends, hobbies or other interests – absolutely nothing. Privately Liam is an enigma.

  I sigh with disappointment. My research didn’t get me one step further.

  “Hi, good morning. What are you doing?” Marcus voice brings me back to reality. I quickly close the browser on my cell. I don’t want him to know that I’m trying to find out more about Liam’s private life.

  “Good morning,” I reply and turn around to him. ”I’ve just checked my mail.”

  “And? Anything important?”

  “No, just junk,” I lie and plan to actually check my inbox when I get the chance. I don’t really expect any exciting messages. Usually all I ever get is junk mail.

  Barefoot, Marcus toddles over to the fridge and gets a yoghurt and some water. He looks pretty appetizing in his boxers, with his naked chest and the tousled blond hair.

  “Is Liam already gone?” he wants to know.

  “Yes,” I reply with a grin. “He told me to be nice to you.”

  Marcus laughs. “You’ll never manage that!”

  “Well, I have the whole day to practice!”

  “I’m glad you decided to stay on for a while.”

  “You’re okay with it?”

  “Sure, but sooner or later you are due. You realize that, don’t you? What happened yesterday doesn’t count,” he says and sits down beside me at the dining table.

  “I doesn’t?” I raise my eyebrows.

  “Of course not. I didn’t sleep with you.”

  “Well, well, well,” I reply. “I wonder why. Oh, yeah, you came too soon.”

  “See! You can’t be nice to me for even five minutes,” Marcus declares and shakes his head pretending to be appalled.

  “Are you crying?” I ask.

  “No, but you are,” Marcus says and, without warning, he throws some water in my face.

  “Jesus!” I curse. “You idiot!” Water is dripping from my face and my top is totally soaked.

  Marcus studies me with a satisfied grin. “My apologies! I didn’t mean to do that. The glass must have slipped from my hand. So sorry!”

  You bastard, I think.

  Apparently I really can’t manage being nice to him. Something about him simply riles me.

  “Do you want me to hang up your wet top in the bathroom?” Marcus asks sanctimoniously. “You’d have to take it off though.”

  “You wish,” I snort.

  “I liked you better when you were lying on this table yesterday with your bare behind up in the air,” Marcus replies. “You were a lot less prickly.”

  I can feel myself blushing, but I still have the wits to counter: “I like you a lot better yesterday, too, when you were sitting on this chair. You were really endearing and so quiet!”

  “Touché,“ Marcus laughs. “What do you say? Shall we drive to the sports centre and see who wins at badminton? Did you bring any sports gear?”

  Not a bad idea. To spend the whole day on my own with Marcus in the apartment will be exhausting. And also a little dangerous, I guess.

  Besides, I love badminton.
I played it often when I still lived at home. For a while I had even joined a club.

  “Good idea,” I agree. “Let’s do it. I’ll just get my sports gear and put on some dry clothes. Some jerk got them all wet!”

  “You naughty bitch. Just wait. I’ll make you sweat so much, you’ll be even more soaked,” Marcus says.

  We’ll see, I think.

  I had expected Marcus would own a fancy sports car or a limo complete with chauffeur, just like Liam. But he surprises me in the underground garage when he stops beside a small electric car.

  “That’s yours?” I’m stunned.

  ”Yep. Any complaints? I prefer driving electric cars in the city. It’s much more eco-friendly.”

  “I like that,” I say and stow my bag in the boot.

  Marcus seems altogether more open than Liam. I know that he can dance, likes cooking and sports and protects the environment. A lot more than I know about Liam. Although Marcus is a macho, at least he isn’t a closed book. I decide to ask him later what else he does.

  “Damn! You never mentioned that you’re so good at badminton,” Marcus pants an hour and a half later and takes a big swig from his water bottle.

  I wipe the sweat from my forehead and smile with satisfaction. Marcus was a demanding opponent, but I still won in the end. “Oh, did I not mention it?” I say.

  “You didn’t. And I really don’t like losing,” he gnarls.

  “Sorry.” I flutter my eyelashes. “Let’s grab a quick shower and then I’ll buy you a coffee to make up for my oversight.”

  Sure, I have to be careful with my money right now, but two coffees won’t break the bank.

  18

  When I gather my stuff in the changing rooms after my second shower today, my cellphone suddenly beeps. The display shows a new message. I click on the inbox icon.

  Well? You two still alive or did you already kill each other?