by Falls, K. C.
They cruised out of town at a leisurely pace. Once they cleared the congestion of the tourist area, Kelly picked up speed. By the time they turned onto Old Farm Road she was putting the powerful V-8 engine through its paces. A few minutes later, they turned into a driveway with a carved sign that said Moosewood. The driftwood colored house on the shore was shadowed from the nearly full moon by huge pines and Carson thought it looked a little sinister, like something out of a horror flick.
He followed her up the steps to the front door. When she flicked on the lights they revealed a picture-perfect montage of antiques and artifacts that said “old money”. Inlaid in the front hall was a parquet-worked compass rose.
He whistled. “This is some old house. Do you just use it as a summer place?”
“Actually, I’m very fond of coming here in the winter, too. I love the savage look of this landscape when it’s cold and wild.” She walked over to the far wall and flicked on lights that illuminated the back yard and the path down to the rocky shore. “The house, by the way is only a few years old. It was designed to look weathered. The decorator was a genius. Sometimes I find that I half believe all this stuff has been in the family for generations.”
Carson enjoyed watching her as she moved through the room. She sensually trailed her hand across objects as if caressing them. He was growing impatient to feel those hands on him.
“Please make yourself at home. Would you be interested in a glass of brandy? I have several Cognacs, a fine Armagnac and some very old Calvados.” She stood by a tea cart near the fireplace that was laden with bottles of liquid gold.
“That’s an impressive line-up. I’d love to have some Armagnac.” In spite of being anxious to begin seducing her, he felt his mouth water in anticipation of tasting the fine old spirit.
She poured two generous snifters and sashayed over to the couch with them. She lowered herself gracefully into the overstuffed sofa close enough to him that he could feel her body heat next to his leg.
He swirled the brandy on his warming palm and inhaled its perfume. He appreciated the nuanced taste and sophisticated palette of flavors of the Armagnac with reverence. “There are some things in life that are so fine they almost defy description. I would have to put this grand old spirit in that category.” He reached up to stroke her cheek, trailing his finger down her long pale neck. “I would have to put you in that category as well.”
She took a sip from her snifter and looked into his eyes over the edge of the glass. “As a chef, you must have lots of opportunities to taste fine things.”
He ran his hand up the slit that exposed her thigh and the lace-topped stocking she wore. He teased at the top of the lace and ventured toward her inner thigh. “This,” he said as he teased his fingers between her legs, “is a fine thing I’d like to taste tonight.”
She drew in her breath. “As you will, Carson.” She arched her pelvis forward to greet his exploring hand. He was delighted to find that her panties already sported a nice wet spot under his fingertips. He rubbed a little harder on her erect pleasure button.
“Why don’t you finish your Armagnac in the bedroom.” She indicated toward the door with her eyes. “Take your clothes off and wait for me on the bed. I won’t be long.” This was said in such a way that Carson understood it was not negotiable.
She knocked back the remainder of her brandy in a way that he found a little unsettling. He was loathe to see anyone deal so cavalierly with such a precious treat. He also remarked to himself that, once again, she seemed to be completely in control of the situation.
She rose and leaned down to kiss him. Her lips were warm from the brandy and the heat that sizzled between them. She parted his lips with her tongue, running it across his teeth and into the corners of his mouth where his nerve endings crackled with the sparks of desire. She bit his lower lip just enough to cause a delicious little pain. When she rose, she allowed his face to trail along the line of her cleavage. She smelled of vanilla and flowers. He found the sweet scent an odd choice for so forward a woman. He had expected something musky or spicy instead.
Her bedroom, however, was just as he would have expected. No flowery chintzes for this woman. It was all done in shades of gray with brilliant red accents here and there. Unlike what he had seen of the large great room that was so carefully staged to look like an old Maine shore home, this room was devoid of that theme. It could have been a bedroom in any opulent home. The king-sized bed had what seemed like a hundred pillows which he began flinging into the armchair in the corner. Too many would just get in the way.
He sipped his drink slowly and began to remove his clothes. The command to take off all of his clothes and wait on the bed had given him a rather tentative erection. He got between the sheets, hooked his hands behind his head on the pillow and waited.
***
Kelly was taking a chance. Her scathing review of Carson’s Baltimore restaurant was going to be published under her pen name, but it wouldn’t be all that hard to find out that Kelly Willet and Kathy Wilson were one and the same. If she went through with her plans for Carson he’d have plenty of ammunition to take revenge. But right now, it seemed a chance worth taking.
Of course she had known who he was when she walked into the waiting area. Having seen him dozens of times on TV, she was already half-smitten with the extremely handsome bad boy of the culinary world. She found the spiked hair, the tattoos and the ‘tude an irresistible counterpoint to the stodgy khaki-pants/blue blazer set she was usually thrust into. His television persona was just the right combination of cocky and cool. And, in spite of her soon-to-be published review trashing him, she thought the concept and execution of his restaurant was superb. Trouble was, it was her job to tear down that which has been elevated by the vast unwashed masses. She wrote for snobs who weren’t interested in a glowing review of someone or something adored by the hoi polloi.
She dropped some ice cubes into a silver bucket next to the honey. A selection of strawberries, raspberries and a bright yellow banana were already in a bowl. She unzipped her dress and laid it over a chair in the kitchen. Placing a linen napkin over the tray she made her way toward the bedroom. She walked slowly and knew that he would be able to hear the tap of her spike heels on the wooden floor.
She watched his eyes widen as she came toward the bed. She had on an extremely sexy bustier made of red satin under black lace. It laced up the back and screamed “Naughty!”. She put the tray on the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He watched but didn’t say a word.
“Ready for some fun and games?”
He propped himself up on one elbow and answered, “Bring it!”
“Lay back and put your arms over your head.” She smiled as she drew some silky curtain cords from the drawer. He knows what’s coming now. A little kink never hurt anyone. “We’re going to cook up something nice and steamy tonight, Chef.”
“Do I need a ‘safe’ word?” He chuckled when he asked.
“Not unless you think you’ll need to stop what I promise is going to be intense pleasure.” She took the hand closest to her and bound his wrist to the bedpost. Then she walked around the foot of the bed and tied the other one. Even with his long arms, the cords were barely long enough to fasten him to the corners of the bed.
His eyes never left her. She was pleased to see the little tent his erection was making under the sheet. She stood at the foot of the bed watching him watching her. “Take a good look now because this is the last you’ll be seeing of me for a while.”
“Oh, not a blindfold! I want to watch you have your way with me.”
“No. You can feel what I do. Trust me, it will be much more of a turn on that way.” She pulled a sleeping mask from the nightstand and gently slipped the elastic behind his head. She didn’t touch him for a long moment. She just watched and savored the feeling of being in control of this man, this famous, popular chef. “You’re always the one in control, aren’t you Carson?”
“I’m not sure I ever th
ought of it that way...”
“Tonight the flame belongs to me. I’ll turn the heat up or down, not you.” She eased the covers down below his feet. His cock was standing at attention and she could see that his nipples were taught, whether from excitement or sudden exposure to the air, she didn’t know. She reached around and unlaced her corset. It made a soft thump when it hit the floor. She followed that with her panties. “I’m wearing nothing but my shoes and stockings now.”
He let out a little moan of frustration. “Leave the shoes on. I’ve been fantasizing about those heels up in the air all night.”
“I’ll leave them on if it pleases me. But you won’t be seeing them up in the air tonight.” She trailed her hands down her body, playing with her nipples and then lightly teasing her pussy. Her body was electric with anticipation and her senses sang. She dipped her fingers into the folds between her legs and drew them across his lips. His tongue immediately shot out to taste her. He sucked the tips of her fingers and it delighted her to feel his tongue on their sensitive tips.
“I hope you like what I’ve prepared for dessert.” She raked her nails down his taut pectoral muscles. His chest was perfect in every way. He had beautifully defined masculine muscles without being unnaturally so. The hair on his chest was sparsely concentrated at his sternum exactly the way she liked it. She had never been able to abide bear-like fur on a man. “I see that you haven’t completely abandoned yourself to a soft life on television. It would be such a shame to see this nice, hard chest go to seed.” Taking one nipple in her teeth she bit it hard enough to hurt just a little. Then she took the other one. He rewarded her with a groan that expressed the painful pleasure she inflicted.
Turning to the tray, Kelly took a few of the raspberries and placed them in a line from his navel to his groin. Kneeling beside him she ate the first one from his belly, scraping her teeth over his skin as she plucked the berry from his skin. Then she kissed him deeply, letting him taste the ripeness the fruit left in her mouth.
With each berry she moved closer to his cock, nipping at his flesh and kissing him each time. The last berry was nestled where his shaft met his body. He groaned as she nuzzled into his pubic hair and consumed the little morsel she had placed there. She could see his engorged staff twitch almost imperceptibly when she pulled the berry into her mouth, tugging at his hair as she ate.
“Now you can have something sweet.” She brought the little bowl of honey up to her breasts and dipped each of her nipples into the syrup. Straddling his waist, she leaned forward to let him taste the nectar from each in turn. He mouthed the areoles with his lips and circled each nipple with his tongue. When he tugged on one and then the other, she felt as if there was a cord running from each one to her clit, pulling on it from deep within her. She pressed herself against his belly and pushed her sex into him urging her body on for more. She could feel him arch with want underneath her.
She placed one of the strawberries between her generous breasts and pushed them together to hold it there. She leaned over him so that the berry was almost on his lips and her breasts caressed his cheeks. He didn’t need to be told what to do. He nibbled the strawberry from her cleavage and inhaled the fragrance of it, and of her.
“Delicious. So sweet,” he murmured into her flesh. He tugged at his restraints in his desire to touch her. Her desire heightened with his frustration. She moved off of him and stood back, silently. “Kelly?” He tossed his head from side to side trying to find her with his ears.
“Getting a little hot in here. Let’s cool things off a bit, shall we?” She held an ice cube above his body and let the heat of her hand melt drops onto his body. He jolted at the first few to fall. She watched the water slide down the sides of his torso like raindrops. She put the cube in her mouth and played her lips over his nipples. They stood up against her tongue with the shock of the cold. Her mouth pulled hard at them. His moans were soft as he rocked his head back and forth. She felt him shiver as she drew the ice cube down one side of his body and then the other. He involuntarily pulled away from the shock against his hot skin.
Kelly loved watching the emotion playing out on his face. She loved knowing that she could see him but he could only feel her. She put the ice cube in his navel and reached for another one. Straddling him again, this time with her back to his head, she started to slowly tease his dick with her finger nails while she chilled her mouth with the ice. She positioned herself so that he could smell her pussy close to his face and nearly, but not quite, reach it with his mouth. His erection had suffered a little with the ice treatment, but came back full throttle when she touched him.
She wrapped her manicured hand around the base of his shaft and began to stroke him. He whole body felt taut under her and the big cock in her hand felt like it was growing thicker and meatier as she rolled the skin back and forth over his hardness.
“God, Kelly, I want to see you. I want to watch that porn-star hand stroking me.” He thrashed his head from side to side trying to lose the sleep mask.
“No.” She pressed her shoes against the sides of his head. She was rewarded with a frustrated whimper followed by a resigned sigh. She went down on the head of his penis with her ice-cold mouth. She held what was left of the ice cube with her lips and rubbed it on the head of his cock while she continued to stroke him. She wanted to bring him to the brink and back down again before she gave into the desire in her that was becoming too loud to ignore.
She could feel him rocking his cock in and out of her mouth and his noises became more animal and urgent with his arousal. She backed away from his groin and moved herself so that he could reach her now dripping wet and completely needy cunt.
He spent no time with introductions. Kelly knew that by now his need to do something was keen. She luxuriated in the touch of his tongue on her clit and moved against him as he pleasured her. He sucked her into his mouth and flicked her own rock-hard erection back and forth in his mouth. She gave herself over to the divine sensation and called his name. She leaned over and gripped the sheets as her back stretched with her thrusts against his mouth. She lost herself in herself and gave way to the blessed pleasure of her body.
***
When Kelly had entered the room dressed like a high-dollar hooker, Carson knew he was in for a treat. She had a body worth killing for. It was seizure inducing enough in the little red number that she had worn to dinner, but in the red and black corset her curves seemed to go on forever. He hated the fashionable ‘starved waif’ look that so many women, young and old, seemed to cultivate.
Maybe it was the chef in him, but he liked a woman to look like she could appreciate a good meal. She was nice and round in all the places a woman should be so. Her breasts were full and ripe and she had a great inverted valentine of an ass. The corset only made the hour-glass of her figure more pronounced. Even her legs were healthy and shapely--sturdy without being thick--legs that he immediately wanted wrapped around him.
Even though he was half expecting her to pull some kinky shit, it was still a pleasant surprise. He’d done the blindfold/tied up routine with an old girlfriend, but he had always been the one doing the tying. Having a woman take control was different. He probably wouldn’t go for it as a steady diet, but he had no problem with it at the moment.
She called on his sense of smell, taste, touch and hearing with exquisite finesse. After she blindfolded him, the sound of her corset hitting the floor couldn’t have been any clearer. And the tap-tap of her heels on the floor let him form a mental picture of her shapely naked form dressed in nothing but her stockings and heels. The image worked on his cock as effectively as if he could see her.
So, maybe the blindfold and berries were a bit cliché but he realized that there is usually a very good reason a cliché becomes a cliché. He couldn’t see the ripeness of the fruit but the way she ate it and then allowed him to smell and taste it from her mouth gave new meaning to the word ‘succulent’.
The ice was a trip. He had worried that
freezing his dick would wither his erection in no time, but Kelly was skillful. Her hand made magic on his shaft while her chilled mouth worked the head. It was all he could do not to come but she obviously knew how to read him and backed off just in time.
When she finally gave him something to do he was more than ready. The sweet vanilla smell he had detected at dinner mingled with the salty female smell of her pussy. She was warm and wet and willing.
Carson knew women very well and appreciated them. He admired the capacity to be feminine and strong at the same time which Kelly was able to pull off very well. She had given him intense sensations by taking control, but he never lost the feeling of softness he loved in a female. Now, he was determined to give back some of the pleasure she had given him.
He teased the peachy ripeness of her pussy lips with his mouth and flicked his tongue against her hard clit. He would have liked to massage her with his hands, grip her fine ass in them and guide her. He rose to the challenge of only having his mouth to work with and thrilled to her rasping groans as he found her home. She moved against his face with increasing urgency and force as she approached her climax. His face was dripping as she came closer and closer to release. He held her clit hard in his mouth sucking at it to give her the pressure she craved. Finally he felt her begin to spasm and felt the wonder of her orgasm as the contractions pulsed against his tongue.
She collapsed against his torso and was very still for a few moments. Carson’s erection was just inches from her face and he could feel her warm breath on his cock as she caught her breath. He desperately wished that he could remove the blackout mask from his face and get a good look at her spread eagle under his chin. He very much wanted to admire the petals that he had just tasted, the flower that he could still smell all around him. She filled every sense except that of sight and because of that deprivation, he keenly wanted to see.