Table for Four

by Diana Hunter

  After several minutes she stilled, her body awkwardly placed on the bed. Richard watched as she crept closer to the edge of the bed, ready to stop her if she came too near; he didn’t want her to fall. But she would learn how to address him. And she would learn her place.

  Richard knew what he was asking. The woman was not his wife; he did not want her to be. Adora was the perfect partner for him in every way but in her sexual submission. That was the rub, and that was why Lissa now lay bound to his bed in chains. In their several meetings, Lissa had shown a willingness to submit to his whims, but Richard sensed she always held something back. Only at the moment of purest ecstasy did she allow him a glimpse. The time had come to put her to the ultimate test. Was she willing to submit every part of her to him even when they weren’t having sex?

  Richard had decided that he wished to totally own this woman. Every part of her for the length of time she was his. He wanted a complete surrender from Lissa. Not just a sex slave in the Hollywood sense, but a true servant, a woman who submerged her own sense of self into his, melding with him and becoming one with him. A woman who found her fulfillment in the realization of his desires and wishes.

  And then went back to her own husband when he was finished with her.

  There was a certain selfishness to his desires. Richard accepted that. But then, Lissa had said the same thing about her own needs. She had mentioned that she felt she was only taking, and not giving when he played with her, not realizing she’d given him the greatest gift of all—herself.

  So now he waited. She lay panting on the bed, the most recent attempt to remove the hair from her face again fruitless. Would she ask him? And how would she phrase her request?

  Lissa knew Richard was still in the room despite the fact that her hair prevented her from seeing a darn thing. And she was relatively sure he watched her trying to get her hair off her face. Her arms grew tired from trying to flip herself over and she finally stopped trying. Why didn’t he help her? How more obvious could she be while chained up this way?

  Of course, if she had just remained still in the beginning and not played around, experimenting with her bindings, she wouldn’t be in this predicament now. The sheet was the least of her worries. The edge of the bed was near, she could feel it under her elbow. And her hair gave her a claustrophobic feeling she didn’t like at all.

  A faint noise from the bottom of the bed reassured her that he was still in the room. “Master?” Her voice was tremulous as she fought anger and frustration and helplessness. What did he want from her and why didn’t he help her?

  “Yes, slave?” Richard kept his voice neutral. His natural instincts were to let her out of this situation; yet he knew if he wanted her trained to his ways, he needed to be firm.

  “Would you please help me?”

  “Help you do what, slave?” He was not about to make it easy for her.

  She thought for a moment. What did she want? Out of her bindings? No. He was right to make her be more specific.

  “Master, would you take my hair from my face? Please?” One thing at a time, she decided. Once she saw his face, she would know how to proceed. If this was just a power trip thing…

  His elegant fingers lifted the locks of hair from where they hid her beautiful brown eyes and he gently brushed the remaining stray hairs till all was tucked away. Stooping down so he could see her face in the morning light, he cocked his head and smiled at her.

  Lissa grinned back. No power trip. He only wanted obedience. That she could give him easily. “Is it your will I lie uncomfortably? If it is, then I shall lie on a bed of nails for you, Sir.”

  Richard laughed. He loved this woman for the way she continually surprised him. “It is my will you speak to me with a proper tone and with proper manners.” He brushed the backs of his knuckles across her cheek, still creased with sleep. His eyes grew serious. “It is also my will that you stay as I placed you.”

  She heard the admonition, but could not give in just yet. “Then am I not to play with my bindings? To see what I can and cannot do?”

  “You may, of course. But I do not expect complaints if your wiggling gets you into a situation that makes you uncomfortable. In fact, I do not expect complaints at all.”

  His tone, gentle but firm, brooked no argument. She gave him none, simply nodding. “I understand.”

  His raised eyebrow gave him that devilish air again and she grinned as she added his title, “Master.”

  “Is there anything else you wish, slave?”

  She smiled at him, but he could read the unease in her eyes. “Sir, I have to go to the bathroom.” Such an admission colored her cheeks. When he did not change his expression, she understood she needed to ask for permission. Could she? Could she subjugate herself to such a degree? The pressure on her bladder answered for her.

  “Please, Master, will you unchain me so that I may use the bathroom?”

  He saw the increasing desperation in her eyes. Need drove her this time, but they had made strides. All right, maybe only baby steps, not strides. He was patient.

  Reaching toward her, he unlocked her wrists from the chain, then her ankles. She needed no help to stand. In seconds she was out of the room, and he heard the bathroom door close. Time to push another limit.

  She didn’t intend to dally. Lissa took care of her needs and flushed the toilet, standing before the large mirror over the sink as she washed her hands. The body reflected there, however, caught and held her attention. She found herself twisting and turning, examining every red line, every pink flush that marked her skin.

  Only after a full minute of inspection did she realize most of the lines were sleep lines. The pink spots, however, were definitely marks placed there by the hand of her Master. The thought caused a freshening of her arousal and she hurriedly wiped it away in embarrassment.

  Richard stepped into the hallway and eyed the still-closed door, frowning in concern. Had he pushed her too far this morning? Was she having second thoughts? Or was she ill? The second flush of the toilet only added to his fears.

  But the door opened and she stood there, radiant in the morning light, her nudity glowing with her arousal. Her heavy breasts, still slightly pink from the flogger, swung seductively as she slowly crossed to him. The scent of her arousal wafted up and mingled with the perfume of the soap she had used to wash her face and hands. Stopping before him, he could see the flutter of her heartbeat in the hollow of her throat. Strong, steady, its quick beat indicating her excitement.

  “Kneel.”

  A one-word command that brooked no disobedience. She knelt in the hallway, her eyes falling to his towel-clad waist. The thick hair of his chest tapered here, pointing like an arrow to that which still lay hidden by the soft terrycloth. Try as she might, she could not contain the small smile that danced in her eyes and on her face.

  * * * * *

  David never realized drying a woman’s body could be so much fun. Although Adora had wrapped her hair up in a towel that wound around her head like a turban, the rest of her body dripped in some of the most intriguing places. He caught a drop of water just as it was about to leave the warm cavity of her golden pussy, letting it fall onto his tongue as she giggled above him. Toweling dry her long, slender legs, he knelt before her, enjoying the view, and the drips.

  “Bend your knees a bit…perfect!” He leaned forward to lick a second drip that stubbornly clung to her pussy lips. Lightly brushing his tongue against her skin, he skillfully flicked the tiny drop into his mouth. Although no trace of creamy whiteness showed, David knew Adora was aroused; her wonderfully musky scent hung in the tight space like a bouquet of flowers in a small room. He inhaled deeply before plunging his nose deep into her slit to nuzzle her pussy.

  “David!” Adora’s startled cry and grab for the sink betrayed her sudden arousal rather than shock at his actions. That and the fact that his nose now bore the evidence.

  He pulled back and grinned up at her. “Yes, my dear? Is there a problem?�
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  She laughed and swatted him playfully with the towel she was using to return his favor, drying his back as he dried her legs. “No problem. I’m just hoping to get my turn at you, that’s all.” Waggling her eyebrows at him so he would catch her meaning, she glanced down to where his cock was hidden from her to drive home her point.

  “Ah, yes. Well, I do need to be dried off. You’re right there.” He stood and his cock came into the light, fully erect and still damp from the shower. Glimmering in the morning sun, the smooth pink tip invited Adora’s attentions. She pushed him back so that he leaned against the sink, then knelt before him on the towel she had used to dry him. Soft downy hairs covered him, creating a golden halo around his glistening cock.

  The warmth of her mouth encircled him and David’s entire body relaxed into her embrace. She glanced up at him; their eyes met and twinkled in sheer enjoyment of each other’s company.

  Neither of them hurried this morning, neither wanted to rush. Adora’s attention to his cock was studied, she examined every centimeter with the tip of her tongue. Exploring and discovering the secret spaces behind the bulging tip, reveling in the velvety softness of the underside, finally she licked the salty pre-cum from the tiny slit, a mirror to her own pussy now throbbing again with need.

  David’s hand on her head stopped her explorations. Glancing up, she saw the passion in his eyes; he held out his hand to her and she placed her slender fingers into his open palm. Lifting her up, David led her out of the bath and back toward the sunlit bedroom.

  * * * * *

  Kneeling in the hallway with Richard towering over her, looking once more like a nefarious Gypsy king, Lissa’s body trembled with anticipation. Sunlight poured out of the open bedroom door and bathed him in a fiery light while she knelt in shadow. His dark hair, still wet from his shower and slicked back from his face, accentuated the high angles of his cheekbones; the sun gave him a ruddy glow. His full and sensuous lips curled in a snarl; the contained passion in his eyes made her heart leap.

  Richard saw the quickening of her breath and the sudden fear in her eyes and smiled. It was not a smile of kindness. His eyes narrowed as he looked down on her; the growl in his voice was not feigned. “What are you thinking, slave?”

  Her answer was immediate. “Sometimes you scare me, although I know you won’t hurt me. But you get a look in your eye and it sends a shiver through me.” A shiver ran along her spine even as she said the words and she smiled shyly up at him. “But if I wanted to run away, I’d use the safeword, and I do not choose to use it at this time.”

  Richard turned on his heel and walked down the hall, past the bedroom door, stopping at another door further along. He paused before it, then barked another one word instruction. “Come.”

  Deep in her soul it rankled at being treated in such a manner. She barely acknowledged its existence. Putting her hands on the floor in front of her, she crawled along the hall, past the door to the bedroom, not so much like a dog called to heel, but more like a cat stalking its prey. Desire glowed in her eyes. She wanted his commands. She demanded them from him.

  Lissa knew exactly which door he stood in front of; the dark walls of the playroom beckoned. With a single nod of his head, Richard instructed her to enter and watched as she went in on all fours. It had not been his intent to have her crawl down the corridor, but when she did, his heartbeat quickened at the feral look in her eye and his body responded. If Lissa noticed the bulge under his towel, she gave no sign.

  “Onto the bed.”

  Richard referred to the rack. Lissa crawled up onto the platform, the locks on her cuffs jingling as she did so. Behind her, Richard pulled up a shade and sunlight streamed into the room.

  “Stay on you hands and knees, slave.”

  Silently Richard locked her ankles into the eyehooks at the edge of the rack, spreading her knees to make her pussy more available. He left the room, returning a moment later with a towel from the bath. This he folded and set down on the wooden surface just under Lissa. He motioned her to put her head down on it; laying a cheek on the soft terrycloth, she put herself into the most vulnerable position she had been in so far.

  On her knees, with her head down this way, her ass stuck up straight into the air. Her bound ankles prevented her from closing her legs. Only her hands remained free.

  Richard’s cock throbbed painfully, but he was not yet finished. Taking a small length of twine, he took up first one of her cuffed wrists, then the other, slipping the thin rope through the loops and tying them together behind her back. Now all her weight was on her knees, and her cheek.

  “You have a beautiful pussy for me to torment, my dear. Did you know that?”

  Richard stood back and admired the perfect view he now had of her body. Her pussy lips, already swelling with desire, puffed between her legs. Between those folds, her clit lay hidden, waiting for his attention. But above that glorious slit, lay another area of pink tenderness, an area still virgin if he was not mistaken.

  Lissa could not answer in this position. She also could not see what he was doing and that made her throat swell with fear and excitement. Would he use the flogger on her again? She eyed the far wall where the toys hung in neat order. Or something stronger? A thin line of her juices squeezed out of her pussy to drip onto the wood beneath her.

  * * * * *

  They lingered at each other’s lips. Standing naked in the bedroom, David held Adora lightly in his arms; she enjoyed the feel of his damp hair in her fingers.

  “I like kissing you.” Adora’s sultry voice murmured when David deviated from her mouth to kissing her neck.

  He felt her weight relax into his hands as he left a new trail of wet kisses from the hollow of her throat up to the area behind her ear. He had not yet explored this spot. With her hair still wrapped in the towel, however, David now had the perfect opportunity. He liked the way her breathing quickened and the little gasp she made when his breath tickled her ear.

  “Kissing you is fast becoming one of my favorite pastimes,” he whispered into that sexy ear, covered with terrycloth. Only a small part of the lobe showed and he turned his attention to it, kissing it and pulling it into his mouth for a small nibble. He liked those small gasps she made when he kissed a new part of her.

  Adora’s knees threatened to give way and she sagged deeper into David’s embrace. The bed was beside them, David pulled away long enough to help her to sit, then sat beside her, covering her breast with one hand while returning to that spot behind her ear to kiss her again.

  He felt Adora’s hand on his thigh and his cock stiffened in response. Her fingers trailed little circular movements around and over his thighs, his balls, his belly. But never did they touch his now-throbbing cock. He teased her nipple with his fingers; she teased his cock by not touching it.

  He endured the sweet torment for several minutes, exploring her neck, her cheeks, her lips. But soon the pain became unendurable.

  “Let me inside you, Adora. Let me feel how warm and tight you are.”

  She answered him with her body, stretching out on the bed and spreading her legs in invitation as she pulled him to her. Soft mewling sounds came from the back of her throat, sounds of her building need.

  Yet David still did not wish to rush. He knelt between her legs, pulling her body up to him, teasing them both with his cock just at the entrance to her pussy. Several times he pushed it just barely inside, only to pull it out again, enjoying the lingering tension and watching Adora’s pert breasts rise with anticipation each time as she took in a deep breath, ready for his plunge.

  But it was not so much a plunge as sliding home. David leaned forward, shifting his weight as he did so, and gathered her in his arms as his cock slid in.

  He kissed her again, but not the soft kisses they’d exchanged earlier. Passion now had the two of them in hand and their tongues entwined even as their bodies moved to a dance only they could perform. The little noises in the back of Adora’s throat intensified as her bo
dy urged him deeper, her legs bent around his back, pushing him on.

  With a cry, Adora’s muscles contracted around his cock, and David held back no longer. Groaning softly into her mouth, his seed emptied as all thought fled.

  * * * * *

  Richard saw her arousal, and his cock throbbed with his own need. The woman before him took all he dished out to her and gave him back more in return. Standing behind her, he slipped a finger possessively along the soaked line between her pussy lips.

  “Little slave likes this position, I see.”

  “Yes,” Lissa managed to gasp out. She tried to remain still, even though she wanted nothing more than to push back and skewer herself on his fingers. Richard had left her a generous amount of wiggle room, but she wasn’t sure how much of it she really wanted.

  Richard saw her struggle to not move. He had not given her such an order, yet it was clear she had anticipated his command. There was more to a Dominant/submissive relationship than just bondage. Lissa clearly understood that. It was easy to allow him to manipulate her when she was bound and could not move. Could she give him the same permissions when she was bound lightly? Did she have the discipline of mind?

  “Do not move, Melissa. I control your body, you don’t. Be still.”

  His fingers worked along her slit and her breath turned ragged from the effort. A cry escaped her lips as he flicked her clit several times, causing more and more wetness to form and drip silently over his hand. But she did not move.

  A smile tugged at his lips; time to push her further. He let his wet fingers trail upward to her virgin ass. Pressing gently on her hole with his finger, he was rewarded by a small gasp.