The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  The character I’m playing is not a smoker. I’m a smoker…

  Without taking his eyes off her body, the man handed over the pack of cigarettes to Laura and she walked off.

  “Miss, your change.” the cashier said as she walked out through the sliding glass doors.

  Laura opened the new pack, lit up a cigarette, breathed it in and exhaled. Laura liked the feel of the tip of the cigarette between her lips. She pulled up to the resort hotel, parked, put her ticket in her purse, retied her robe around her loosely, went into the restaurant’s bar and ordered a gin and tonic, with lime. She sipped her drink and stared at herself in the bar’s mirror. She could see several men in the reflection checking her out, and she ignored them all. She lit up another cigarette, breathed in, but instantly was told to put it out by the leering bartender, as they didn’t permit smoking inside public areas of the hotel. She dropped it on the floor and extinguished it with the heel of her shoe. After a moment, she saw Williamson arrive in the mirror’s reflection, carrying a briefcase and wearing a business suit. He saw her in the mirror and walked up to her at the bar.

  “Laura, how lovely to see you. You look exquisite as always,” Williamson said.

  He eyed her with lust, and joined the other men in the room as well as the bartender with a growing erection in his trousers. Laura turned to him without speaking, looked him up and down, staring at the erection in his pants and licking her lips. Williamson smiled and sat down next to her.

  “Would you like another drink?”

  Laura nodded her head once and finished her first drink.

  “Another one for the lady. I’ll have a Remy, make it a double and have the drinks brought up to Suite 925. Charge it to the room.”

  “Yes, sir,” the bartender said.

  “Look at me, Laura.”

  Laura turned her body to him. Williamson pulled on the lash of her robe, exposing her.

  “Very pretty.”

  Williamson got out a thick billfold from his pocket, peeled off a one thousand dollar bill and put it on the bar. Laura picked up the bill and put it in her purse.

  “Let’s go, Laura,” he said.

  Laura got up from her red stool and almost tripped, feeling a little woozy from the alcohol. Williamson caught her by the arm before she fell and led her out of the bar and into the elevator. The hotel guests gawked at her body as she walked by. They rode the elevator up to the ninth floor in silence and went into the hotel room. Williamson sat down, removed his coat and tie.

  “Come here, Laura. Stand before me. Take your robe off.”

  Laura did what she was asked to do and Williamson just stared at her. She lit up another cigarette and smoked.

  “I guess next time I won’t ask for a non-smoking room.”

  They heard a knock at the door.

  “Go get our drinks, Laura. Here, give them this,” Williamson said, handing over a five dollar bill for a tip.

  Laura answered the door. As soon as the boy saw her, his hand holding the tray of drinks started to tremble. He couldn’t speak as he stared at Laura’s body. She put the tip on his tray, took the drinks, closed the door with her foot and handed the snifter to Williamson. Laura squeezed the lime in her gin and tonic.

  “Thank you, Laura,” Williamson said.

  They both took a drink.

  “Now look me in the eyes, Laura, and listen to me. While we are in this room, you are mine. You are not to look at my eyes. Keep your eyes always focused on my cock, unless I have turned your body away from me. Do you understand?”

  Laura nodded, shifting her focus down to the bulging erection in his pants.

  “Good. Now undress me, then lay face down on the bed with your arms stretched over your head.”

  Keeping her eyes downcast, Laura focused on the massive erection in front of her. After she had unzipped him and completely removed his clothes, she laid face down on the bed, her arms stretched overhead. Out of his briefcase Williamson removed four lengths of silk cord and lubricating gel. He tied her ankles and wrists tightly to the legs of the bed and spread her cheeks widely apart, licking between them and kissing her most private spot. Laura’s opening relaxed, stimulated by the wetness of his tongue. He squeezed out the lubricating gel into his palm and massaged her cheeks and opening with the tips of his fingers. Laura moaned with pleasure. Williamson squeezed more gel on the head of his penis, rubbing it down his shaft and slipped inside her, a little at a time. He put more gel on his hands and slid them under her body, up and over her breasts, holding his slippery fingers against her vulnerable soft throat. He began to thrust into her harder and tears spilled down her cheeks, leaving long black streaks from her eye makeup. When his entire length was buried in her tight opening, he shot his warm jets of come inside her, her muscles closing around his shaft to milk out every last drop. Williamson pulled out, untied her and Laura curled up into a fetal position, wiping her face on the sheets and leaving black marks. He went into the bathroom and Laura heard water running. Laura felt a stream of thick warm come leak out of her opening and drip down the back of her thighs. The water stopped and he came back in placing a chair at the edge of the bed and a pillow in front of it. He picked her up and sat her on the pillow and he sat down on the chair, facing her, his erection growing again. He took a drink of the cognac and handed her the gin and tonic. She shook her head. He offered her water and she drank half the glass in one long swallow. Williamson sat the drinks down and stared at her. Laura obediently kept her eyes on his growing erection. He attacked her with his lips and tongue, kissing her hard on the mouth. He brought the back of her head down upon his erection and held it there. As she swallowed him to the back of her throat, he thrust himself into her mouth, entwining his fingers through her hair. When Williamson saw her eyes watering and tears running down her cheeks he shuddered and released his sperm again, and it shot directly down her open throat. She sucked out the last juices from the tip of his penis, holding his shaft in her hands. Williamson picked Laura up and laid her back down on the bed. He pressed her arms down upon her thighs and tied them tightly to each leg with the silk cord. He grabbed her by the back of the legs and tilting her back, buried his face and tongue into her wet open vagina, licking and sucking her folds and creases, tasting the cream that leaked out of her. He rapidly thrust himself deeply inside her with his still hard erection until he came once more, spilling his seed deeply inside her womb. Williamson left her tied up on the bed as he got dressed.

  “You’re so sexy, Laura. I wish I could keep you here tied up like this. Would you like that?”

  Laura nodded yes as she watched his boxers and trousers rise up his legs and cover his shaft. When he was fully dressed, Williamson untied her. As Williamson went into the bathroom, Laura took the 1000 dollar bill out of her purse and slipped the money back into the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. She sat down in front of a mirror and reapplied her lipstick. Williamson came out of the bathroom, reached around her and cupped her breasts in his hands.

  “I can’t wait until next Sunday. I’d like to have you during the week as well, at least twice, for an hour each time. Can you get away?”

  Laura grabbed a pen and stationary from the desk and wrote on it, ripping the page off and handing it to him. Williamson read it.

  “I’ll email you.”

  Laura took another drink of water and lit up a cigarette.

  “I wish I could stay longer. Make yourself comfortable. Order room service. I’ve got to go close a deal on a house. I can’t wait to see you again, Laura.”

  Williamson leaned over her and gave her a tender kiss.

  “Am I your lover now, Phillipe?” Laura asked.

  “Oh you are, Laura. You are,” Williamson said, staring at her with his intense dark eyes.

  Williamson packed his briefcase, kissed her again and left. Laura took a long hot shower, cleaned her body and hair. She still had an hour and a half before her husband returned from church. She drove directly over to Stephen’s
apartment and parked. She walked up the two flights of steps and began to feel sore from her session with Williamson. As she turned the corner on his floor, she noticed his door was open. She went into the room and the apartment was almost entirely empty, except for a few boxes and a suitcase. She lit a cigarette and looked around the small apartment for him. She stood in the middle of the room, smoking and trying to calm her rapid breaths. She heard his footsteps come up the stairway and he entered the room.

  “Laura? What are you doing here?”

  Laura appeared highly agitated, pacing around the apartment and smoking.

  “Laura? Did you start smoking?”

  She suddenly flicked the cigarette on the floor and ran toward him, throwing her body into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around his back and shoulders, kissing him with passion. He backed up against the wall and slid down it, careful not to drop her, returning her kisses. She pulled away, then started hitting him with full force in the chest and broke down, sobbing into his neck, while continuing to embrace him.

  “Oh please, Stephen, please don’t leave me. You’re my Dom, please, I need you. After everything we’ve done together, you can’t leave me, I love you, Stephen. I love you. I want to be your submissive until the day I die, please, Stephen, please, please…”

  “Calm down, Laura.”

  “How could you ever think of leaving me? Running off without me? How could you be so cruel? What have I done to you to make you leave me? Please, please don’t leave me.”

  “But your husband… you looked so happy together.”

  “I know, I saw you at church today in the middle of the crowd. I couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes, I missed you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t tell him, I’m afraid to. I know it would break his heart; I can’t do that to him. I will tell him, one day soon, but I can’t yet, I can’t.”

  “Laura, maybe you should move on, so you can have a life back with...”

  “I can’t go back! I don’t know how to go back now. I’m not in love with him, I’m in love with you, please don’t leave me, I don’t know what I’d do without you, I don’t want to live without you, My Lord, please don’t leave me now, please.”

  Suddenly Laura pushed Stephen roughly down on the floor, unzipped his pants and pulled them off. She swallowed his throbbing erection into the back of her throat, sucking on it with passion and moaning. Stephen felt Laura’s tears as they slid off her cheeks and dripped on his pelvis. She pulled her mouth away, ripped off her G-string, straddled him and rode him vigorously on the floor, her breasts bouncing, her thighs twitching and her hips shaking violently on his shaft.

  “Oh I’m coming, Stephen, I’m coming.”

  “Laura, you’re making me come.”

  Stephen shot his seed inside her just as Laura moaned out her release on top of him, her muscles shaking and twitching. Afterwards Laura collapsed on top of his chest and fell asleep for a few restful minutes. Stephen shook her gently, waking her.

  “Laura? Can you stay longer? Should I set up my futon for you?”

  “What time is it?”

  “Almost four.”

  “Oh, I’ve got to go. Don’t you ever leave me, Stephen. You said you loved me. Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

  “I’ll never leave you, Laura.”

  “We’ll work this out. I promise.”

  “When will I see you again?”

  “He goes to church every Wednesday morning. I’ll come see you before you have to go in to work. We’ll talk then.”

  Laura gave him a tender kiss and looked into his eyes.

  “I may have looked happy at church this morning, but I’m not.”

  “All I want is for you to be happy, Laura.”

  “I know you do. You’re a good man, Stephen. I really love you. You’re the first man I ever truly loved.”

  “I love you too, Laura. I do. I’ll do anything for you. I want you to know that.”

  “Then stay with me. Don’t leave me, ever.”

  “I won’t…”

  Laura left, drove home and luckily was able to shower and change back into her cardigan and skirt before her husband arrived after 4:45. He lumbered up the stairs, apologizing.

  “I’m sorry, I was delayed. I called, did you get the message?”

  “No, I just got home myself. I was at the mall. Do you still want to go out?”

  “If you don’t mind, darling, I’m exhausted. Is there anything to eat here?”

  Laura smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  “I’ll see if I can whip something up. You just make yourself at home.”

  “Thanks, darling. You’re the best.”

  Chapter Nine

  Sunday - Two Weeks Later

  Over the next two weeks, Laura dutifully served the sexual needs of the three men. Saturday was her husband’s day. She cooked and cleaned for him, making sure his clothes were pressed and new black shoes were shined for church the next day. She waited on him like a servant with humility and grace. She never spoke to him as he put the finishing touches on his sermon, but sat at his feet with head bowed down. Roger felt like the Lord of his castle. He could not believe his luck to be married to such a young pretty and obedient wife whose only thought was to be his helpmate, to serve her husband, just as the bible instructed her to do. When his sermon was completed, he would close his notebook, turn to her, nod his head and smile. His wonderful wife would then reach up from her knees and undress her husband, take him into her mouth and suckle him. She would suck on him lovingly for a long time, licking the underside of his root and take his testicles into her mouth until he became fully aroused. She knew if she pleasured him in this manner, eventually he would become hard enough to penetrate her and ejaculate inside her vagina. Roger thrust himself so deeply inside his wife, he was sure he had made her pregnant. On their second Saturday together, his obedient wife offered to pleasure him in another way, since it wasn’t her time to get pregnant. Roger didn’t understand what his wife meant, so she told him to lay down in bed and she would do the rest. With some cream she used to moisturize her skin, Laura rubbed her husband’s scrotum and the root of his erection briskly with her hands and he became aroused. Then, when she sensed he was about to ejaculate, she swallowed her husband’s shaft and allowed him to come directly into her mouth. It was the sexiest thing that ever happened to Roger. He had never in his life felt more like a man. Though he was deeply in love with her, Roger never seemed to have the desire to kiss or stroke his wife in return, or perhaps the idea of reciprocating his wife for her affections didn’t occur to him. Roger never felt closer to his wife. It was the happiest two weeks of his marriage, of his life.

  The more sex Laura had, the more she craved to finally fill the bottomless pit of her desire. She split the time equally between them. Over the last week, she silently served Phillipe as his high priced whore Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday at the hotel. She served Stephen at his apartment as his submissive on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Though she kept her two virile lovers satisfied, as well as her husband, Laura felt physically and emotionally exhausted. In the mirror she noticed dark circles begin to appear under her eyes.

  Laura also continued to have sexual fantasies day and night that plagued her. She needed something from her two Doms, but was embarrassed to ask for it. Laura remembered the time when her sexuality was dormant at a less happy but more peaceful time in her life, when she felt free of the overwhelming sexual desires she felt that were slowly tearing her apart. She finally sent a message to Stephen’s A and E Club email address, confessing everything and copied Phillipe on it. The subject line read, From Laura: Confidential, please DELETE after reading.

  “Dear Gentleman,

  I hope our arrangement so far has worked out to your mutual satisfaction. Stephen, you know that I love you with all my heart and want to spend the rest of my life as your submissive. You already know I have been servicing my husband’s sexual needs once a week. What you don’t know is I am still
serving the needs of Phillipe Williamson. Please do not be upset with me. Please do not leave me. If you leave me now, know that I will have no reason to go on living. I should have asked permission from you as my Dom, but I was scared by what you would say, what you would think of me. Please forgive me, Stephen. Please. As a submissive, I cannot help myself to be drawn to Phillipe, my first Dom. I still feel his collar burning into the skin of my throat. He still has a hold over me and though I’ve tried, there is nothing I can do to break free of it. I can only hope that when the love of his life returns from school next summer, he will let me go. Please forgive me, Stephen. I am crying right now as I write this in fear I have hurt your feelings. I expect to be punished by you and punished severely. Perhaps I may have been doing this all along, so I could feel the sweet lash of the whip and the sharp slap of the paddle against my skin again, from your loving hand. Stephen, I look forward to your punishment, My Lord. Please do not hold back this time…

  Phillipe, since you are not officially my Dom, I felt no need to tell you about my relationships. But if you want to and Stephen gives you permission, you may punish me as well, as hard as you think I deserve. I will submit to it, without complaint.

  I have decided I will no longer be seeing both of you separately. The only way you may continue to use me for your pleasure is by taking me both at the same time. I wish to serve you both three times a week. Sunday afternoons and twice on nights during the week at your choosing. The only rule I have for each session is that my true Dom Stephen has rights over my body to be the first to come where he wishes, while Phillipe holds me down or restrains me. What I want most of all is to finish each session servicing you both at the same time.

  Stephen, if you agree to this arrangement, meet me in the bar of the Marina Del Rey Ritz Carleton Hotel a few minutes after 2PM this Sunday. Phillipe, if Stephen does not show up, our relationship will also be over, despite the future hold you have over me, by contract.

  Stephen, if you don’t come, or if you are even a few minutes late, I will be dead by Monday morning. I’m sorry if that sounds like a threat. It is not. Do not blame yourself if I chose to end my own life. It’s not your fault. There are many better, prettier subs than me just waiting for you to become their Dom at the club. Any of them would be lucky to have a virile attractive Dom like you. I wish you all the best Stephen. You are a good honorable man. And Phillipe, I hope it all works out with Ms. Mauricio. Something in my heart tells me it will. Even though you might not think so Phillipe, you deserve to be happy. This is the only solution I can foresee.