The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  “Now remove my clothes submissive and pleasure me with your mouth. If you suck me hard, I will reward you by tightening the clamps on your clitoris and nipples.”

  “It is my duty to pleasure you, My Lord.”

  Laura removed his shirt, pants and boxers, shoes and socks and worshipped him with her mouth, sliding her tongue down his length, taking the shaved smooth underside of his scrotum deep in her mouth and sucking on them lovingly. She licked back up to the top of his warm throbbing penis and sucked as hard as she could on his engorged tip. As promised, Stephen slid the rings slightly higher up the clasps and Laura made muffled moaning sounds. Although it had just been two hours ago, Laura began to feel a craving to swallow more of his come. She pulled her mouth out to the tip of his penis and looked up at Stephen, imploringly.

  “Please, Sire, please…”

  “Yes, sub.”

  “I need… I need…”

  “What do you need, sub?

  “I need nourishment, Sire.

  “Would you like to swallow my come once again, sub?”

  “Nothing would please me more, Sire.”

  “I’m sorry, sub, but no. Not yet. You must learn to never ask for nourishment from your Master. Your Master will supply nourishment when it pleases him. But you mustn’t ask to swallow your Master’s come. He must freely offer it to you first. You’ve disappointed me once again. Stand up, sub.”

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  Even though Laura knew it was a game, she had disappeared so fully into her submissive nature that she felt real tears fill her eyes and slip down her cheeks after being quietly and gently scolded by Stephen.

  “I’m sorry to have disappointed you, Master,” Laura cried.

  “Please do not weep, my sub. You’re Master is not really upset with you. Dry your eyes now.”

  “I will, My Lord.”

  Laura sniffed, wiped her eyes and gained control of her emotions.

  “Now before we begin your punishment, I will remove the Nipple to Clit Clamps. If we don’t take good care of your sensitive areas, they will be too sore to be used in our performance tonight.”

  Stephen removed each clamp, applying a soothing oil first to relieve her sensitive nipples and then tenderly rubbing and massaging the healing ointment directly on her clitoris, alleviating the slight burning sensation there. Her skin prickled as warm sensations shot down her legs. Laura pressed her thighs together and trembled with satisfaction during the massage.

  “Does that feel better?”

  “Yes. Much better, thank you. The soreness is almost all gone.”

  Stephen put away the oil and clamps and returned to Laura, holding a long coiled rope.

  “Now hold your hands out to me, palms out, and prepare yourself for your whipping.”

  “Yes, My Lord.”

  With bowed head, Laura offered out her arms to be bound. Stephen tied the rope several times around her wrists and arms and knotted it. Across the room on the wall was a large flat screen TV mounted firmly into the wall with a large metal bracket. Using the slack end of the rope, he looped it through the space between the wall and the bracket and tied it off securely, stretching Laura’s arms tightly over her head. Stephen took a small whip out of his bag, attached with soft velvet tassels at the end.

  “Be brave now, my sub. Now, for asking me to come in your mouth before it is my desire to do so, you will receive ten lashes on your sweet ass and lovely thighs from the pleasure whip. Count them for me.”

  Using the tassels at the end of the whip, Stephen gave Laura’s ass a firm lashing. The noise made her flinch and she felt a pleasant sting, followed by a tingling sensation that gave her goose bumps up and down the skin on the back of her legs.

  “One,” Laura whispered.

  She balanced her body on the balls of her feet as she felt the whip snap at her skin five times in quick succession.

  I like to be whipped, like this. I like it when he whips me…

  Her inner thighs felt moist as she gave in to her punishment. The sound of the whip triggered the lips of her sex to curl open further.

  I like to be whipped by my Dom…

  “Don’t lose count now, or else we’ll have to start again from the beginning.”

  “Two, Three, Four, Five, Six.”

  “Very good.”

  Stephen lashed her twice more on the back of each thigh above her stockings. She breathed deeply, moaned out and smiled, pressing her thighs together, amazed at her overwhelming sexual response. The whipping also excited Stephen as he saw how it made the lips of her sex glisten with moisture.

  “Seven, Eight.”

  Laura heard the click of the knife open. Stephen wrapped an arm around her waist and sliced through the rope above her wrists. He carried her to the bed and placed her onto it, her wrists still bound by the rope. He pulled her stockings down her legs and over her feet. Her high heels fell to the floor.

  “But there are still two lashes left, My Lord.”

  “The last two lashes are meant for a very special place.”

  Stephen buried his mouth in Laura’s sex, licking, sucking and nibbling upon her inner folds until his face was drenched in her juices. He abruptly flipped her over to her stomach and buried his mouth in the round firm cleft of her cheeks, licking and kissing her like a starved animal, darting his tongue in and out of her, simulating intercourse in her compliant opening. She moaned loudly, arching her back and pressing her cheeks closer into his mouth. She felt a sublime wetness as his tongue delved into her. He flipped her over once again, quickly grabbing three long silk scarves from his bag. He spread her legs wide apart and tied a scarf to each ankle, securing them firmly to the legs of the bed. He wrapped the other scarf tightly around her bound wrists above her head and knotted the other end of the scarf to the bed post. Laura breathed out sharply as she felt the tassels of the pleasure whip lash her directly upon her most sensitive and intimate area.

  “Oh God! Nine, Ten.”

  Stephen threw the whip to the side and violently thrust himself into Laura’s sheath with his large erection for the first time and pounded at her frantically. Laura came immediately, bucking her hips upward against him. Feeling himself inside of her as she let herself go made Stephen start to lose control himself as his hips slammed into her.

  “Oh my God, Laura, you’re going to make me come!”

  “God yes, Stephen. Let it go, come inside of me.”

  “I don’t have a condom on.”

  “I don’t care, baby.”

  “I can’t, I shouldn’t! What about...”

  “Don’t worry; I have a pill I can take afterwards. You’re safe to come inside me. You won’t get me pregnant.”

  “But...”

  “I want to feel you, Stephen. I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my ass. I want to be fucked by you there Stephen. My ass is ready for you. I want to swallow your come every day for the rest of my life. I want you to fuck me as hard as you want inside my mouth and drive your cock as far as it will go down my throat and shoot all your precious come in my mouth, so I can taste it as it slides down.”

  “Don’t, Laura. If you talk like that I’ll...”

  “Let it go, baby. Shoot your juicy come into your sub’s little wet pussy. She wants it now, honey. She’s asking you nicely for it, your little sub is begging you for it.”

  “No, I can’t, I shouldn’t, you’re ovulating, you’re...”

  Laura dug her trimmed nails into his skin and pressed down hard, causing Stephen’s hips to buck more violently against her. Finally, he exploded into her in several trembling bursts, frantically pumping streams of his fluid deeply into her womb over and over.

  “Oh, that’s good, baby, that’s good,” Laura whispered, brushing her fingers through the back of his thick hair.

  Laura squeezed her inner thighs, milking out the last drops of his semen. Breathing deeply, his heart racing, he pulled out, untied her ankles from their restraints and used the knife t
o cut her wrists free. He sat up quietly on the edge of the bed. Laura sat up next to him, breathing deeply and rubbing her wrists.

  “Stephen, what’s wrong?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose control like that. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to come inside you. It was irresponsible of me to...”

  “Stephen, there’s no need to apologize. It felt wonderful. I’m the one that should be apologizing to you. Dear God, I tried to scratch you again like an animal. Thank God I cut my nails. What’s wrong with me?”

  “I can’t believe I lost control.”

  “I’m glad you did. Come here…”

  Laura brought Stephen into her arms and sitting back against the headboard, held him against her breasts.

  “Stephen, I don’t want you to feel guilty about this. It was my fault. I wanted you to come inside me.”

  “I didn’t give you a choice. I tied you up.”

  “No, no, no. I wanted you to do it, Stephen. I feel even closer to you now, like we really are married. I promise you that this bond between us will never be broken. Even when I have to go back to Roger tomorrow night, I will remember every moment of our time together this week for the rest of my life.”

  “Me too, Laura. I’ll never forget you.”

  “Come; let’s rest a little before we have to leave for the theater. Let me hold you.”

  They laid together, Stephen’s face resting against her soft bosom. Laura stroked his hair. Stephen shut his eyes, breathed out.

  “You’re the most beautiful man, Stephen. Do you know that?” Laura continued to brush her fingers through Stephen’s hair, soothing him. He put his arms around her and held her. Laura watched as Stephen drifted off to sleep. Laura slid her head down on her pillow and took a nap with her arms around him, to rest a little before their big show.

  Stephen and Laura arrived at the A and E Club about an hour before curtain to prepare for the performance. They were dressed in casual clothes. Stephen led Laura to a large dressing room down a corridor underneath the stage, set up with several tables with brightly lit mirrors covering one wall. Comfortable furniture was arranged against a second wall, including a very plush and expensive red divan.

  “My how exciting, this is like a real dressing room!” Laura said.

  “It is a real dressing room,” Stephen said.

  “It’s very nice and cozy.”

  “First-class, all the way, Laura. You are the star attraction tonight. This dressing room is reserved for the headliner act of the evening. Much nicer than the dressing rooms at Cal State, I bet.”

  “I don’t know. I never got to see them.”

  “Well, you have a dressing room now,” Stephen said, staring at Laura.

  “I do. And it’s lovely.”

  Laura immediately recognized the young, cute scantily dressed buxom girl with the perfectly tight body who came into the dressing room, her high heels clicking across the floor. Stephen did not notice her at first. Belle cleared her throat to get his attention.

  “Oh hey, Belle,” Stephen said.

  “Hi, Stevie,” Belle said, wiggling her fingers flirtatiously.

  “Laura, let me introduce you to Belle. I asked her to come in on her day off to help you get ready, do your makeup, dress you, and she was kind enough to oblige,” Stephen said.

  “That’s very nice of kind of you, Belle,” Laura said.

  “You know I’ll do anything for you, Stevie,” Belle said, ignoring Laura, stressing the word anything with a shameless wink.

  Laura felt jealous right away of Belle. Though she knew it was unreasonable for her to feel that way, she couldn’t help it. Laura noticed how much Belle flirted with Stephen, but he seemed completely unaware of Belle’s attraction to him.

  “She’s done plenty of shows here; you can ask her anything you want to know, Laura. There’s nothing to be nervous about. Now, I’ve got to go check on some things. Let’s meet up again in the Green Room in thirty minutes or so.”

  “They even have a Green Room?”

  “Sure. The mini-fridge is stocked with bottled water, be sure to drink some before we go on. It’ll be hot out there under the lights and you need to be well hydrated.”

  Stephen kissed her on the top of the head.

  “I’ll be back in a flash. Belle will take care of you.”

  Stephen ran out of the room quickly.

  “Mmm. He is such a darling. Look at that nice little cute ass on him. Don’t you just want to grab him and squeeze it? Mmmm…” Belle said, licking her lips as she watched Stephen run off.

  “Yes, he is cute,” Laura said, rather stiffly, looking downward to hide her jealous expression.

  “Are you two an item?” Belle asked.

  “Well, yes, I mean…. Actually I’m not quite sure. We’re friends, I guess,” Laura mumbled.

  “That’s exactly how I feel too with him. I’m not sure if we’re just friends or what…”

  Laura wondered what she meant by that. Belle began to expertly apply her makeup, black eyeliner, bright red glossy lipstick, rouge and styled her hair.

  “You’re new here, aren’t you?” Belle asked, trying to make conversation.

  “Yes,” Laura answered, not knowing what else to say.

  “You must be good to get the headliner act tonight.”

  “I suppose…” Laura said.

  Belle worked on her in silence.

  “You certainly are a quiet one. I bet the men really like that. All my ex-boyfriends always said I ran my mouth too much. Of course, I know they liked what I could do with my mouth when I wasn’t talking,” Belle joked.

  Laura smiled at Belle and decided to stop acting so catty and prudish. She seemed like a nice person.

  “Do you mind if I ask you a question, Belle?”

  “Go ahead. Shoot.”

  “Can you tell me a little bit about Stephen?” Laura asked.

  “Oh, Stevie? He’s a mystery to us all.”

  “Do you happen to know if he… sleeps around with the other girls here?”

  “I haven’t heard “sleeps around” since junior high school.”

  In the mirror they both noticed one of Belle’s breasts had slipped out of the loose slinky top she wore.

  “Oh these boobs of mine have a mind of their own, don’t they?”

  Belle used her free hand to put her breast back into her top. Laura wondered how on earth a red-blooded man like Stephen could possibly resist this apparently available, sexy warm submissive woman.

  “Well, to answer your question, I don’t know for sure about the other girls, but I haven’t slept with him, though it’s not from lack of trying. Ever since he started working here I’ve liked him, all the girls do. They always ask him to help them shave, even when they don’t need it, and he always does it. Did he shave you too?”

  “Yes,” Laura blushed.

  “Anyway, there was a rumor going around that he was gay, started by the guys I think. I wanted to find out for sure. I dropped all sorts of hints, asking him if he could watch my shows and give me some private lessons on my day off to improve my performance, asking him to help me in and out of my costumes backstage. About a month ago I told him my car broke down (which was a lie) and if he could give me a ride to my apartment, I would pay him back by giving him a nice ride inside my apartment. He just laughed and said sure; waited around an extra couple of hours like the sweet guy he is and drove me home. I decided to make my move that night. When I said goodbye I gave him my best long lingering French kiss ever. It was then I knew he wasn’t gay, I saw his penis get hard under his pants. I put my hand over it and held it there, feeling it fill up with blood and grow. It made me wet to feel how big it got under my hand. Most guys would’ve grabbed my tits by then, but he just sat there, smiling and staring at me in a friendly way. I should’ve gone down on him right then and there, but instead I asked if he’d like to come upstairs for a drink. For some reason he said he was a little tired, though his body was telling me differently. I
guess my feelings were a little hurt, so I got out and he drove off. The very next day I slinked up to him in my sexiest skimpiest outfit, leaned closely to him, linked my fingers in his, touching his crotch with the outside of my hand and kissed him very warmly. The other girls sure noticed, it raised some eyebrows. But he just smiled at me like he always does, gave me a friendly hug, said hi and acted like nothing had happened the previous night. Like I said, he’s a puzzle.”

  Laura breathed a subtle sigh of relief as Belle continued her story.

  “I’ve often imagined kneeling in front of him and asking him, begging him even, if I could be the one to be his submissive, telling him how attractive he is. He is very handsome, don’t you think? I’ve liked him from the first moment I saw him.”

  “Yes, he is. He’s very handsome. And… I kind of like him too, you know?”

  Laura felt ashamed to finally admit out loud to another person how she felt about Stephen. She felt guiltier about confessing her feelings for him than from their secret sexual acts behind closed doors.

  “All the girls here do. Anyway, I’ve got to act fast. I heard from the rumor mill here that he hooked up with some woman at the Club the other night who he met, you’ll never guess where… Go ahead, guess…”

  “I don’t know, where?”

  “At church! Can you believe it? So now I’m just waiting for the right moment to approach him. This brother-sister vibe has got to go. All the girls here have crushes on him so I’ve got to act fast. Hey, honey, thanks for listening, it was good to get that off my chest. What was your name again?”

  “Laura.”

  “So what do you think, Laura?”

  Laura had been so absorbed in Belle’s story, she hadn’t looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe her transformation. She looked like those pretty Playboy models she would see the heads of in magazines at newsstands or the pretty girls she sometimes secretly watched on the cable TV show she found one day while channel-surfing called, “The Girls Next Door”. Her face was so sexy and alluring, she had never looked more beautiful. Belle had teased and styled her long golden blond hair to sweep over her shoulders and breasts.