Hot Couture

by Greene, Tilly

  At first nothing came out, then she remembered his direction and sucked harder. The water was cool, refreshing, and brought her back from the edge. She was entranced by how lifelike the bottle was shaped and ran her tongue around the crown before seeing how the hard smooth object handled a very real blowjob. Swallowing as much of the faux rod as she could handle, Gabby backed off the length before working to pull some water into her mouth.

  Once she'd had enough, she gave the glass dick a last lick then turned back to where her lover had been. He hadn't moved, in fact, he was watching at her with such an intense look she was surprised. "What…?" "Down! Right now, down on your knees!" Before she had a chance to ask him what was the matter, Max was growling at her to get off the swing and kneel. At first she was shocked at his gruff tone, but as she moved to do what he demanded, and saw how his fingers flew to unfasten his pants, she realized what watching her drink had done to him. He wanted for himself what she'd been doing to the glass cock hanging on the side of her cage. To drain him. By the time she settled on her knees, his hard length

  was jutting urgently through the boxed area. She knew her man, what turned him on, and this worked for them both. When she was transformed into his loving submissive, the hold he had on his control was shaken, and she kept at it until it broke. One thing that shook him was when she presented herself for his pleasure. Eyes on him, hands behind her back, and legs spread wide. She liked pleasing him, simply because she loved him and it gave her a great deal of passion and desire in return.

  There was a pearly drop on the tip, a taste of what was to come. While he held his rod for her attention, she swiped it up and heard him groan. Then she swirled her tongue over and around the various points of his magic cross, and felt his hands spear through her hair. Swallowing the crown, she sucked and slid her tongue around the trapped cap. His hands clenched and she struggled not to smile, the man's patience was obviously at an end.

  With lust and need rolling around her mind, she moved down the thick veined cock, then back off. She slid her mouth up and down his hard-on, enjoying every inch she covered. He was too big to take all of him, but worked with what she could manage. "Yes, baby girl, there you go. Suck my cock." More pre-cum slipped from the tiny hole at the tip of his rod. Gabby sucked harder, trying to pull come from his balls. If she could use her hands, she could make it feel like more of him was being taken, but he hadn't asked for them so they remained behind her back, locked by her will alone.

  She was focused entirely on him, but in her peripheral she saw more people had arrived and were surrounding them. A member of the catering service was wandering around offering glasses of champagne and canapés. Breasts went out again, this time the action brought her tight decorated nipples to brush against the cool bars, ripping a moan from her. It had felt sinfully delightful. She tightened her mouth and sucked even harder, hollowing her cheeks with the effort. Groaning with pleasure, she was turned on and needed to feel him break under her ministrations. Being the center of attention with her man was someplace she liked being.

  They were the hosts of this party, it was their duty to ensure everyone had a fabulous time.

  Under her gaze, she watched as his orbs bled to black, his lips drew taught, and he was panting. The man must be close to coming. His cock was growing thicker, pulsating on her tongue. She moved her mouth over him, savoring every inch, and then he took control. His hands shook right before he took hold of her head.

  He moved on and off his cock, and a few short seconds later he came. Seed came shooting out of the tip, fast, and she swallowed all he gave her. By the time he'd finished coming, Gabby realized her mind may have forgotten the need for an orgasm, but her body hadn't. Every inch of her was begging for relief and then she heard the applause. "Bravo!" A group shouted out. "They're quite a pair." Someone close to the cage said

  this in a tone filled with awe. "Look, she never moved her arms." "Amazing." The words of praise were wonderful to

  hear, they stroked her in places she hadn't known existed. "Cassandra?" She opened her eyes and smiled at her lover. Of course, she couldn't say anything, not with his still hard cock lodged in her mouth. Gabby swiveled her tongue wherever she could reach and then played with his magic cross. When he didn't pull the rod out, instead, he smoothed her hair back from her face and rubbed his thumbs along the side of her lips. "You look so beautiful right now." She hummed her thanks for his compliment. There was nothing else she needed to say other than beg him to take her, ease her needs, bring her satisfaction.

  "Tonight is about pleasure—yours, mine, theirs, everyone here, but it's also to present you as my collared mate. On this evening, like any other, no one may touch you without my permission, and I'm not feeling very much like sharing."

  Humming again with a small nod of her head, she tried to smile but nothing around her mouth moved, it was too full.

  "Good. Then let's get this garden party started." Reaching through the bars, he helped her stand up and then held the bar steady as she climbed back up and placed her pussy over the small knob. While Max straightened himself back up, she took a moment to suck the glass dick for some water.

  The experience in this cage was different and yet the same as the one they'd used at Succulent. There was room to move, up and down, left or right, but the confinement was still there. She couldn't get out and wrap herself around him, take him, or, climax. While the cage itself was beautiful, full of fun toys to play with, it still was all about being a captive at his mercy, exactly where she wanted to be.

  "Ladies and Gentleman, a moment please." With a nod to a few people here and there, she watched him work the crowd with perfection. He spoke and they all stood quietly, waiting to hear what he had to say. Gabby was so proud of him. Max Stephenson was a man among men, and he was hers.

  "Allow me to thank you all for coming out tonight, the games will soon start. First, I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you all to my collared woman, Cassandra."

  Because the moment seemed to call for it, she tossed her wild man and let her head fall back, exposing to all her neck with the beautiful gold links surrounding it. Of course this motion caused her nipples to move, and therefore her clit to be pulled on again. It was too much, she was going to scream if he didn't—oh, yes!

  While the crowd clapped, congratulating them on their union, he reached in and with his big rough thumb, mercilessly scrubbed her tender nub until she screamed her release. There it was, finally, and as satisfying as she'd thought it would be. * * * * "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" "Absolutely! You have some fantastic friends. The woman in the white boots, with the mini harem of longhaired men all wearing white thongs, was so nice. Did you know she offered to teach me how—" "No." "Sorry?" "No, Suzette cannot lay so much as a finger on you." "Teach me how to drive." "Oh." "Okay, Max, what's going on?" "Here we are," he opened the door for her go inside, then followed behind. Little Betty's Café was someplace they visited for cream tea whenever she was up in York. The small tea shop suited their desire for something traditional and peaceful. There was another Betty's a few blocks away but it was more often than not full and neither wanted to wait or sit amongst a crowd.

  "Two, please," Gabby said to the young woman who came up to seat them.

  "Right this way." There weren't even a dozen tables, and the only empty one was in the corner near the large fireplace. It also happened to be her favorite.

  There was no need to look at the menu, they knew what they wanted, so Max ordered for them both.

  "Cream tea for two, with extra pots of clotted cream and strawberry jam, please." "Thank you, sir." "Spill, Max, you've been acting odd all day." "I've had something on my mind." He was nervous, or his tinkering with things on the table made him appear that way. They'd played long in to the night, and hadn't woken until early this afternoon. After sharing a hot bath for two, they'd dressed and walked over to the Minster, then down to the river, through town, and finally up here behind the main shopping district in
town. Now that she thought about it, he'd been quiet during their walk.

  There were no secrets between them, everything has always been on the table and open for discussion. In fact, once settled with their tea, she planned to talk to him about what they needed to do to spend more time together. She was no longer content living for a week here, weekend there. This man was her heart and she wanted to be with him, fall asleep and wake up with him, eat and discuss their plans together.

  Consciously or not, she fingered her collar, trying to find some solace by touching it. "Max, talk to me." He reached across the table and took hold of her hands. Turning them over, he rubbed his thumb over the palms, and spoke to her in a quiet but clear tone.

  "I've been looking at office space here in town. There's one on the Shambles, another on Goodramgate, and a third, well, there's another place at the house that might work. Anyway, I'd like to show them to you, see if any suit your fancy." "Office space?" "I love you, Gabby. Since that first night at Succulent, I've thought of little but you. Something has to change because I want to have more time with you. No, that's not right either. I need you, wherever you are, and, oh shit! We must put our priorities in order and work this relationship of ours to better suit us, not everything else in our lives. There's too many times I fall asleep without you and I don't want to do that ever again." "Oh, darling, really?" "Of course. Don't you want more time together?" "Yes! Yes, I do." The waitress came out and set the pot of tea, cups and

  saucers on the table, and left. "What did you mean about—" Gabby broke off when the young lady returned with the plates of scones, clotted cream, strawberry jam, plus some extra. She set everything down before turning to speak with them. "Will there be anything else?" "No, thank you, we're fine." "Good, let me know if you need anything." "Great, thank you." Finally the young lady left and

  they returned to what they'd been talking about. "Both of our jobs are important to us, and both require us to be in London, but not all the time. I wonder how you'd feel about living up here? This way we split our time between the two places, rather than between each other."

  Out of nerves and habit, she picked up the tea pot and poured for both of them, then added cream to each cup, spooned a little sugar into hers, and stirred. When she stopped to think about what was whirling through her mind, she realized it was boxes. "Baby girl, what is going through that mind of yours?" "Boxes. How many do I need, what should I pack,

  what do I—" His laughter brought smiles to everyone in the tea room. They'd make it work. Their love for each other would have it no otherway.

  Epilogue

  One year later…

  "What a beautiful necklace you're wearing, is it one of

  your designs?" "No, ma'am, my partner had the jeweler Elsa Puchella

  design it for me." "It's a stunning piece on you." "Thank you." "I've enjoyed your work shown here in the exhibition. It's simple and elegant, with varied approaches to nature. I don't suppose you're available for a private commission work?"

  "Certainly, here's a card with my contact numbers." While she pulled a business card from her clutch person, she rattled on about her schedule. "I'm in my London studio every three months or so, and am always happy to come down for a consultation." "Excellent. I'll be in touch." "I look forward to it." Gabby finally released her breath as the woman walked away. She hadn't counted on how nerve wracking attending the member opening of Bejeweled Flora and Fauna Through the Ages exhibition her work was a part of would be. Of course she was pleased to be a participant, but she firmly believed her jewelry spoke more clearly of what she wanted to say than she ever could in person.

  "You're doing beautifully, baby girl." Max came up and wrapped a supportive arm around her waist, holding her close enough she could siphon off some of his confidence strength. "I'm glad you're here with me, Max." "I wouldn't miss this event for anything." She felt him

  drop a gentle kiss on the side of her forehead. "See, that's why I love you. You know me so well." "Ha! Better than you think. I've called Alex, told him to expect us tonight at Succulent and see if we can have Room Three. I think we both could do with some way to work off all this excess energy and there's nothing like a fabulous fuck session at the club to do it right."

  "Oh yes, yes. As usual, you've made the perfect choice. That's the room with the swi—"

  "Excuse me, Gabby. I don't mean to interrupt you, but I've just had the shop manager pass on some fabulous news and I must share it with you."

  "No problem, Cindy. Have you met my partner, Max Stephenson? Max, this is Cindy Wu, the organizer for the exhibition."

  "And personally a huge fan of Gabby's work." She smiled as the woman held out her wrist, flashing a recent purchase from her Rosebud collection. The coral stone worked well as a bracelet molding around the wrist perfectly, with the three rose stems and golden links holding them together. When the other woman had told her of the purchase, she made a point to send her a signed drawing for her to keep with the box. It was her way of thinking about how her work will be thought of in the future. A drawing of their items is something a person would be pleased to have in their collections. "So am I, and the bracelet looks lovely on you." The man was wicked, getting her lustful side revving and ready to play, when it wasn't going to happen for a few hours. She'd get him back.

  "Thank you." The other woman blushed and she completely understood why this was happening to her. He was just that kind of man. After taking a sip of champagne, the woman continued with the energy she's expressed from the start. "The store manager has just reported that the various key chains and earrings you designed for the show have sold out, and the bracelets are following close behind."

  "Sorry? Sold out? How is that possible?" She was stunned. It was opening night of the exhibition and she didn't have anything for the public who would be coming through starting tomorrow.

  "Don't worry. I thought this might happen and worked out a schedule for bi-monthly deliveries from the company that you approved to make your items." "Oh my, I'm stunned." "Well, I'm not. Your work is one that covered a variety of price points and will appeal to the majority of attendees." "I'm flattered, Cindy, and now not sure what to do." "Stand here and let the museum members here tonight shower you with their appreciation for your skill at designing." She patted Gabby's hand as she prepared to dash back off, but not before delivering one final remark. "And if you have a difficulty taking the good news, I think your Max will help you find a way to accept it."

  Watching the woman walk away, she still couldn't come to grips with what she'd been told.

  "Don't worry, I'll spank your delicious ass, then fuck you until your success tonight sinks in." "Promise?" "Absolutely, baby girl." * * * * The Times Weekend Magazine

  The Life and Doings of Socialite Sandra Newton

  Okay, enough of the wild and wonderful antics of my fellow members from the oyster and champagne set. This week I did have a chance to enjoy some serious culture at the Vicotria & Albert Museum.

  While the new Bejeweled Flora and Fauna Through the Ages exhibition is interesting, one contemporary designer's work in particular took my breath away. Gabrielle Porter has a real passion for her craft and it shows in all her pieces. Unlike many modern day designers, she shows a versatility of designs and materials.

  Attending the members only opening night offered me an opportunity to talk with Ms. Porter personally and I'm impressed, with both her and her partner. Obviously her passion isn't just for her designs because the heat between these two was palatable. Trust me when I say this man has secrets and skills that only come out when he's between the sheets, or wherever the mood hits him. Yes, he's that hot. Sorry, I digress. The crowds around the displays with her work attest to her appeal. If you have any free time this weekend then I suggest you head over to the V&A and check out this show and Gabrielle Porter in specific. Afterwards, head into the gift shop and pick up a copy of the catalogue or trinket.

  About the Author

  Tilly Greene was
born into the easy folds of a sleepy beach town and embraces the laid back mindset she grew up with. Life took a turn one day while sitting in the back of the school bus with her friends: she was introduced to the joys of romance novels and has never looked back. Every day she looks forward to writing about women who are independent and confident, the men who love them, and their twisting passionate path to a happy-ever-after ending.

  The bestselling author writes erotica and erotic romances

  in a variety of genres and enjoys hearing from readers.

  Visit Tilly online at www.tillygreene.com for more

  information on her books.