The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  “You made me come again, my sub. You didn’t spill a drop.”

  “I enjoy making you come, My Lord. You are free to use me for your pleasure anytime you wish. Would you care to take me from behind a second time?”

  The images of her fantasy faded after she finished pleasuring herself. Bella Lisa stretched out on the deck chair and suddenly felt sleepy from pleasing her Dom in the middle of the night. She put her robe back on, picked up her belongings and walked back to her bedroom. On the way she thought of an idea for a wonderful surprise for her Dom when he returned from work. She left Mrs. Potcia a note through the communication system to work out the details and buy everything she would need for the surprise. She felt like his simple-minded rich wife, piddling around the house, getting a full body tan, and thinking of new ways to please her husband. She considered it for a moment, being married to Mr. Williamson.

  Would he be a controlling, jealous husband? Would I be his arm candy at all of his societal functions? Oh my God, one day back from Stanford and I’ve already become a trophy wife!

  She needed to have a career, a life outside of her marriage. Would he allow that?

  If he didn’t, that would definitely be a deal breaker for her, she thought. Would he even let her leave the condo to go to work? She had to admit it was kind of sexy, being trapped in his lair, waiting for him to come home and ravage her.

  Would being married ruin the great sex they had together? What about having a family? Does he want kids? Do I?

  What about the huge age difference? That definitely was an issue. She looked more like his daughter, than his… whatever she was. Bella Lisa took a deep breath, let out her tension and worries and climbed into bed. Who cares what she was to him at the moment. She was having fun with a man for a change. A man, not a boy, she thought.

  So what if he’s older. Who cares if he’s not husband material?

  She decided once more to just enjoy the time she had with him, no matter how long it was meant to last, to take it day by day, at least for the next seven days and not worry about the future. Before she shut her eyes, she noticed the four roses in the vase had lost more of their petals. When she arrived in her room yesterday they were bright red, fragrant and in full bloom, but now several of the petals lay separated from the stems on the bed stand, turning brown as they withered. She thought about how the beauty of a cut rose cannot last and will soon be nothing but a lifeless stalk with thorns. She also knew the moments of ecstasy with Williamson would soon fade away, and soon there would be nothing left of their time together but a very sexy memory.

  Enjoy it while you can.

  Bella Lisa stared at the petals on the bed stand as she drifted off into a deep and restful sleep in her comfortable bed.

  Bella Lisa woke up from her long nap to a lapping sound and a delicious wet sensation between her thighs. Through the slits of her eyes she saw the time was 3:03 PM. She couldn’t believe she had been asleep for four hours. She felt her thighs being pulled widely apart, and a pair of lips, a tongue and the bridge of a nose diving deep inside the folds of her sex, along with two large strong hands grabbing her breasts, holding and squeezing them around the full wide circle of her aureoles. She knew it could have been any one of the perverted older men lurking about the condo, since she was unable to lock her door. She was relieved when she opened her eyes completely and looked down.

  “Mmmm. You’re home.”

  “I’m sorry, baby, I couldn’t wait. I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,”

  “You are free to use me anytime you wish, even in my sleep, Mr. Williamson, sir.”

  “I smell Coppertone. Did you get some sun?”

  “I’m going to get a full body tan for you this week, Mr. Williamson.”

  “Hmmm, nice.”

  Williamson dived down again, licking and kissing and sucking on her. Though she was enjoying the stimulation of her most private parts, Bella Lisa knew the food was to be delivered at 4. He was probably hungry and she needed some time to get her surprise ready for him.

  “Oh, Mr. Williamson, I’m ready and waiting. You’ve made me so excited. Get inside me and don’t hold back, my Beast. Shoot your come inside my pussy again. I want to feel your big cock deep inside me again. I want it. I need it.”

  “But what about—”

  “Don’t worry; we’re safe for at least two more days.”

  “You said I finished too early.”

  “Oh, you silly boy, don’t you know when I’m teasing you? You rip me apart every time.”

  Williamson grabbed Bella Lisa under the thighs and, lifting her legs above her head, speared her with his pulsating shaft. He pumped into her with abandon like the pistons of an engine, her juices flowing up and down, lubricating his stalk. He leaned over and sucked her nipples hard, as if he wanted to suck out and swallow each and every drop of the milk stored away in her ducts. He gritted his teeth and revved up the pumping.

  “Come for me, sub!”

  “I’m coming, My Lord and Master, you’re making me come again, I’m coming,” her thighs twitching as if electrified by a spark.

  “Jesus, oh no, not again!”

  “What?”

  “I’m like an adolescent boy with you, I can’t hold it back like I used too! Christ!”

  “I don’t want you to hold back,” she cried out in a breathy voice.

  “Shoot all your sperm inside me this time. I have a surprise for you and I can’t get sticky.”

  “I want to mark you. I want you to suck me.”

  “I know you do, baby. I’ll do it next time, I promise to suck extra hard, but this time shoot every last drop inside my pussy, let it go, baby, just let it go in your sub.”

  “I’m close, I’m so close.”

  “Call me your whore.”

  “No, I can’t. I’ll lose control.”

  “I want to be your whore, Mr. Williamson. I want to be your pretty, nasty, little whore. I want to be your pretty, nasty, dirty, little, obedient whore. After the week is up, I want to come back here and I want you to pay me a lot of money for my services and call me names and do nasty unspeakable things to me. Go on, Mr. Williamson. Say it. Say it.”

  “You… you’re my… my whore,” Williamson said, letting go of her legs and placing both his hands in his favorite spot, around her throat.

  “That’s right, baby. I am.”

  “You are my pretty, nasty, dirty, little obedient… Ahhh!”

  Williamson’s spine convulsed and facial muscles twitched as he pumped stream after stream of his warm semen into her open thighs, flooding her womb with it. As he released his semen inside of her, Bella Lisa clenched her thighs together and helped milk out the final sensitive droplets that brought him the most pleasure. Afterwards, as they laid together, breathing deeply in a post coital embrace, Williamson’s cell phone rang.

  “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Sorry, I gotta get that. It’s my emergency line.”

  “That’s Ok, Mr. Williamson.”

  Williamson pulled himself away from Bella Lisa, got out of bed, fumbling with the cell phones in his trousers and answered one of them. Bella Lisa sat up in bed and listened.

  “Firmin. This better be good. What? Are you shitting me? You’re calling me on Sunday night, my only night off, on the emergency line, and on a night you know I have company for the first time in God knows how long, over that? OK, OK. Stop apologizing. You called all the girls? Of course, no one picked up, the tips suck Sunday night. Did you send texts? I’ve told you a thousand times none of these girls check their messages, they only respond to texts. What decade are you living in Firmin? No, no, that’s what I’m paying you the big bucks for. To manage the A and E Club. Send the texts. Look, you’ve got a cute ass Firmin, if you don’t find a girl within two hours for the 9:00 show; I’ll dress you up in lingerie and throw you out there with the Dungeon Master.”

  Williamson threw the phone down on the bed, rubbed his eyes in frustration, and then looked at Bel
la Lisa.

  “Yes. I know. I know. I’ll apologize to him later…”

  “Hard day at the office, dear?”

  “No, I killed it. Closed three major upper end homes that we had on the market for months. It’s the club. It’s such a pain in the ass, not worth the trouble really, for all the risk it exposes me to.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “The headline performer called in sick. No one wants to work the show on Sundays for the geriatric crowd.”

  Bella Lisa stretched her arms over her head, twisting her wrists and entwining her fingers together as if in bondage, arching her back and looked up at Williamson’s still firm erection.

  “I happen to know a girl who would very much like to perform tonight.”

  “Oh trust me; you will be giving me several private shows.”

  “No, I mean on stage.”

  “What? You? Come on, Ms. Mauricio.”

  “Why not? It looked like fun. It didn’t look too hard.”

  “It’s harder than it looks. With the emphasis on harder.”

  “I can play a damsel in distress.”

  “I’m sure you can, but I’m a jealous man. I don’t want any of those perverts touching you.”

  “I wasn’t thinking of performing with any pervert other than you…”

  “With me? As the Dom? I don’t think so. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me as the owner to perform on stage.”

  “Are you sure? Once the ladies in the audience take a look at that elephant trunk of yours, I think they’ll find you very appropriate. I know the men will acquire a new found respect for you too.”

  “Very funny. You’re hilarious, but no.”

  “Would you be nervous up on stage? I would.”

  “No, I’ve trained all those girls in the art of seduction.”

  “That must be a nice fringe benefit of ownership.”

  “I know, but it’s not what you think.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “It’s true; I don’t have sex with them. I just teach them the proper way to behave in the Dom-Sub relationship.”

  “Then it would be easy for you to fill in as the Dom tonight. Please, Mr. Williamson, I’d be so nervous to perform in front of all those people, but I think it would be so much fun for me. While I’m young, I want to try new things as I think you’ve learned by now—”

  “But, Ms. Mauricio—”

  “Oh, I forgot, you don’t want to have any fun, you’re twice my age…”

  Williamson looked at her sharply, obviously stung by her words. She looked down at the floor.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Williamson. That just slipped out. I didn’t mean it like—”

  “If I could have one wish, Ms. Mauricio, it would be that I was closer to your age…”

  Bella Lisa leaned forward and tenderly placed her hand on his cheek.

  “I don’t care about our age difference if you don’t, despite all the dirty looks people give me when I’m out with you. I just want to do it because it would be sexy for us. Maybe it would bring us closer together. Besides, you and I met at the theater. It would only be fitting for us to return, but this time, play out our fantasies on stage, for real.”

  Williamson stared at her. He placed his hand over hers on his cheek and held it there.

  “And this might be just the thing to build my trust for you, don’t you think?” Bella Lisa asked, flirtatiously.

  “You are one hard negotiator.”

  “And you are just… hard. All the time.”

  Williamson took a deep breath and called Firmin.

  “Firmin, did you find a girl yet? OK. Don’t worry about it. Problem’s solved. I’ll be there at 7:30. Set up a meeting with the stage manager and the lightening guy. Call and text all the Doms on the schedule and give them the night off. That’s right. You heard me. I’ll write you the introduction. See you then. Oh, and Firmin. Sorry about before if I was a little cranky, you woke me up from a nap. I know two apologies now in twenty four hours. With this beautiful, young woman I’m a changed man… I’m completely pussy whipped,”

  Williamson said, ending the call, smiling and winking at Bella Lisa. Acting shocked, Bella Lisa slapped him on the shoulder with her palm.

  “Hey, that hurt.”

  “Pussy-whipped?”

  “Yes, you have me completely under your thumb, Ms. Mauricio. You know you do. I’ve never apologized so much in my life. So, now that I’ve agreed, against my better judgment, to perform in the show with you tonight, explain to me why couldn’t I shoot my come all over your pretty little body the way you know I like to?”

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Starving. I worked through lunch. Oh, I forgot. I made reservations for an early dinner at this fancy new French place I heard good things about – Lafou’s. We have just enough time make it. Let’s get dressed. I’ve hidden away a beautiful cocktail dress for you to wear.”

  “Cancel the reservations. I ordered in. My treat. Seaside City Sushi. It’s just a little hole in the wall, but the food’s great I hear,” Bella Lisa said.

  Bella Lisa got out of bed, excited. She threw on her red robe, grabbed some make up from the bathroom and walked to her door. She turned to Williamson before leaving.

  “Meet me in the Entertainment Room in 15 minutes. And bring your appetite,” Bella said, smiling and winking at him.

  Bella Lisa rushed out of the open door. Williamson watched her run down the corridor, her robe flapping behind her.

  Why did I get so lucky to meet her? It can’t possibly last. Can it?

  A few minutes later Williamson knocked once on the Entertainment Room door and went in. The room was lit by four candles placed at the edges of the wide long coffee table.

  Williamson was immediately aroused more painfully than ever by what he saw. Lying in the middle of the table in the shimmering light, the pale naked bewitching body of Bella Lisa Mauricio was displayed. Her arms were outstretched above her head, her wrists wrapped together in the pearl necklace. Her ankles were attached to the legs of the coffee table, bound by the fur lined handcuffs. Her face and eyebrows were covered over by a fine white powder, her lips painted bright red, her hair done up in a bun on her head and held together by two crossed chopsticks, and two black eyebrows were drawn in above her real ones. Bella Lisa had placed nine large pieces of a ten piece Rainbow Roll of sushi on her body, one of which she had eaten for her dinner. Two rested on her shaved underarms, the other seven going down the middle of her body, at the nape of her neck, in the inviting cleavage of her full rounded breasts, down her torso and belly every few inches, and the ninth piece, the largest piece of mouth-watering sushi, a rich red raw chunk of the freshest fillet of salmon on white rice, rested an inch above the opening of her sex. Soy sauce was pooled in the concavity of her belly button and green wasabi mustard covered the aureoles of both breasts, her large pink extended nipples peeking through. Finally, an abundant amount of sliced ginger was artistically arranged on the slick glistening lips of her open and wet vagina. On one side of her hips was an opened bottle of warm sake and a cup, on the other side paper napkins and a single pair of chopsticks.

  Williamson looked down at her through wide open eyes, transfixed. Her eyes were shut and she lay on the table so still she looked as if she wasn’t breathing. She almost didn’t look real, more like a sensual spirit, a pale ghost, in the glowing sacred light.

  “You are a vision of loveliness, my Geisha.”

  Without speaking, Bella Lisa looked up at him with innocent, trusting eyes and smiled pleasantly. She glanced downward and focused on his throbbing erection, causing a tent to form inside of Williamson’s trousers. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on her red, parted lips.

  If there was a God, Williamson thought, His Existence was just proven by the gift bestowed upon him, the gift of Bella Lisa Mauricio. For the moment, he felt the heavy burden he had carried every minute of his entire adult life, the horrific memory of what happened in the basement of the fost
er home, fade away. With Bella Lisa by his side, he had the strength to ignore the summons of the beast last night. He knew he could do it again, when the Beast called out to him again at midnight. If she would only stay with him after this week was over, his life would be complete, he thought.

  He looked down at Bella Lisa. She looked so beautiful, the nine pieces of sushi dissecting her body in a straight line.

  What a thoughtful and sexy thing to do for me.

  He could not remember a finer gift he had ever received. Eventually, hunger overcame him and his mouth watered for the sushi, for Ms. Mauricio.

  Williamson smiled and made Bella Lisa more comfortable by placing a small cushion from the couch under her neck. Williamson picked up the chopsticks, retrieved a large piece of ginger from inside her sex, closed his eyes, and sucked on it, before he ate it. With great appetite, he prepared each piece of sushi with a slice of ginger from her sex and a dab of wasabi from her breasts. After dipping each piece in the soy sauce, he ate the sushi directly off her skin. He could taste the cream of her body juices in the ginger and the salt of her skin on his tongue. He left three pieces on her body and used a napkin to wipe his lips.

  “I’ll never be able to eat sushi without thinking of this moment, of you, Ma Cherie. You’re replacing all my bad memories with good ones. Thank you.”

  Bella Lisa nodded her head once.

  “Now, my sweetling, I want you to be prepared and not nervous for your performance tonight. I am about to invite the two men from my security team in to see you in your nakedness. I will allow them to each eat one piece of sushi from your body. If you can do this comfortably in front of two people you know in an intimate setting, you should have no problem performing in front of 200 strangers in a theater. Nod yes if you are in agreement.”