The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  On the way to her bedroom, she checked her cell phone for texts. She received nothing from her Father, but she did get one from Raoul.

  Good morning gorgeous. My parents want to meet you tonight at 6 for dinner. I have a surprise for you. 412 Winding Way. Pacific Palisades. Put it in your GPS. Can’t wait to see you. Love, Raoul.

  Bella Lisa breathed out and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

  Meet the parents for the first time, and then break up with the boyfriend.

  She sent a text back.

  I will be there at 6 Raoul. We need to talk. Bella Lisa.

  Bella Lisa showered, shampooed and conditioned her hair and anointed her intimate body parts with the fragrant aphrodisiac oil from Thailand. She painted her lips a deeper shade of red and made the dark mascara under her eyes thicker and more alluring. She put a light blue shadow on her eyelids and brushed out her long hair. Looking up at the clock, it was a few minutes to 1. She quickly put her stockings and heels on, threw a silk robe over her shoulders, not bothering to tie the sash around her, and ran as fast as she could toward the West Wing, her breasts bouncing freely for all the servants in the household to see.

  On the way, she set her note prominently upon the foyer table, leaning it against the glass vase of roses, so Williamson would see it as soon as the elevator doors opened. She entered the room at the end of the West Wing, dropped her silk robe outside and shut the door. She squeezed oil all over her breasts and intimate areas, shut her eyes and touched herself. She attached the tight metal clamps over her nipples and locked the cuffs over her wrists. Bella Lisa heard the distant sound of the clicking of heels in the corridor. The footsteps grew louder as her Dom approached. Bella Lisa laid face down, lowered the blindfold over her eyes and arched her ass toward the door, her most private places opening wide in anticipation of his arrival. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart.

  Just at that moment the door swung open and Williamson entered with Bella Lisa’s note in his hand. He practically tore his suit away from his body. Bella Lisa heard the sound of buttons popping off his shirt and hitting the floor. He kicked off his trousers, boxers, shoes and socks, crossed the room, oiled his shaft with lubricating gel and gently worked his enormous erection into her. Phillipe slipped into the tight opening much easier this time. Both lovers began breathing deeply from the intimate and forbidden contact. Phillipe let go of his restraint and began pumping into her with abandon, clasping her throat in his hands. Within a few minutes of deep thrusting his seed exploded into her.

  He turned her over and took her into his arms, kissing her hard and passionately while fondling her breasts and rubbing her clamped nipples with his thumbs. Bella Lisa felt the semen slide out of her opening and drip down her inner thighs. Still hard, he laid her down on the futon and entered her from the front, thrusting deeply into her womb. Before he felt the beginnings of a second ejaculation, he pulled out, picked her up and placed her face down on the spanking table. He removed her handcuffs and used the built in cuffs on the table to restrain her wrists and ankles. He put a cushion under her belly, lifting her hips off the table. He poured oil all over his left hand and slowly worked his slippery fingers into her sex from behind, while lashing her back side and thighs with the velvet tassels of the whip. The further into her sex his fingers went, the harder he whipped. The cracking sound and the stinging sensation of the lash greatly aroused Bella Lisa and she started moaning loudly. The louder she moaned, the harder he whipped her, until her hips were convulsing over the pillow and the interior walls of her vagina clamped down on his fingers. She continued to quiver uncontrollably and moan during her release. Williamson pulled out his left hand and it was coated with her creamy white effluence. He left her for a short moment, and then returned. He released her wrists and ankles from the restraint table. He reattached the handcuffs to her wrists and guided her across the room.

  Phillipe laid down on the futon and he pulled Bella Lisa directly down on top of him, burying his mouth and the bridge of his nose in the moist open folds of her sex. Bella Lisa leaned over his torso and smelled the clean scent of soap Phillipe used to freshen himself. She found the head of his penis with her mouth and latched onto his bulbous smooth rim with her lips. While sucking on him as hard as she could, she rubbed her hips down upon him, soaking his face in her wetness and musk. Williamson felt her breasts jiggling on top of his abdomen, the looped chain of the nipple clamps brushing his skin. He squeezed her around the waist as tightly as he could, drawing her sex even deeper into his mouth. When he felt her swallow the entire length of his shaft down her throat, his semen exploded out in several thick streams. She kept swallowing until she sucked out each drop of his semen from the tiny slit at the tip of his penis. They breathed in deeply through their nostrils, their mouths still resting in each other’s private place.

  Wordlessly, Williamson removed the nipple clamps, but kept the blindfold over her eyes and the handcuffs on her wrists. He dressed Bella Lisa in her silk robe, dressed himself as she waited, and escorted her to the dining room. He sat her upon his lap. Fresh broiled salmon was served and he fed Bella Lisa a full meal from his own plate. After lunch, Williamson escorted her to her bedroom and took off her blindfold and handcuffs. He waited as she showered.

  Bella Lisa came out of the bathroom wrapped in towels, dried off and put on a clean panties and bra. She sat down in front of the mirror to brush her hair and apply her make-up, all under the severe gaze of Williamson. Suddenly, he pulled the handcuffs out of the breast pocket of his suit. She continued to apply her make-up and spoke to her Dom in the reflection of the mirror.

  “Does my Dom desire to be pleasured again?”

  “I don’t want you to leave here, submissive.”

  She put down her eyeliner and turned to face him. She placed her cheek against his erection and petted him over his clothes.

  “I love how you are always hard for me.”

  “I forbid you to leave this room, Bella Lisa.”

  Bella Lisa stood up, looked over her shoulder coquettishly at him, walked across the room and lay down on her bed with her arms over her head.

  “My Lord, allow to me to resolve this issue once and for all so I can come back to you with a clear conscience and an open heart. Raoul is just an innocent boy. It would be rude of me not to break it off with him in person. Here. Take my wrists and bind me to the posts of the bed. I am already wet for you. Take off my panties and bra. I want you to feel you inside me, right now. Fill me with your thick juicy come, My Lord, without a condom. We are going to be together now, so it doesn’t matter if you make me pregnant. Come use me for your pleasure, if it would make you feel more relaxed about me leaving for a few hours, Mr. Williamson.”

  As if hypnotized by her, Williamson undressed, removed her panties and bra, cuffed her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, spread her thighs open and speared her with his erection. He grabbed her breasts and hair roughly as he pumped into her for several minutes, working himself into a lathering sweat under his arms and on his brow, until he emptied his semen directly into her womb.

  “That was nice. Thank you, My Lord.”

  After he caught his breath, Phillipe released Bella Lisa from her bondage. Williamson watched her dress. She put on a conservative blouse and skirt over her sexy bra and G-String. They walked, hand in hand, to the elevator. Bella Lisa pressed the down button and kissed him.

  “I had a wonderful time with you last night and this afternoon, Phillipe.”

  “I don’t want you to leave my home, Bella Lisa. Please don’t go.”

  “This shouldn’t take too long. I’ll do what I need to do and then I’ll be back to warm your bed in a couple of hours, Phillipe.”

  Williamson breathed out and nodded. The elevator door opened. Bella Lisa gave him another kiss, touched his cheek, smiled and went in. He stared at her as the elevator doors shut.

  Chapter Four

  The Perfect Girlfriend

  The events of the nex
t few hours passed by in a fog for Bella Lisa, as if she was hovering above her body in spirit form, watching herself, but unable to change the course of events as they unfolded. She felt like it was all happening to someone else named Bella Lisa, but not her. She felt emptied, like the tube of lubricating gel Williamson had just squeezed all over her breasts. It didn’t seem as if anyone noticed how vacant she felt. It was a curse to be so attractive.

  They’re just seeing the outside of my body. Williamson is the only one who can see inside of me. If they only knew. My name is not Bella Lisa. My name is Submissive.

  Bella Lisa took in observations along the way, the palatial Martinez estate, the horse stables, the priceless art work, the always smiling handsome hippy son in torn faded jeans. The parents were Country Club nice, happy with the accoutrements of their wealth. Though perplexed by their own son who to them seemed to come from another planet, their love for him was a palpable thing. Bella Lisa touched her stomach as they showed her around their home.

  Perhaps I have the seed of Phillipe growing in my womb, right now.

  In the middle of the tour, Raoul couldn’t wait any longer. In a library surrounded by rare books, in front of his parents, Raoul dropped to one knee, took Bella Lisa’s hand and made his proposal of marriage. He slipped a Tiffany’s engagement ring on her finger.

  “I know it’s only been a week and you probably think I’m crazy, but you are the first woman I have ever loved and the only woman I will ever love, Bella…”

  Bella Lisa watched his lips moving, but his voice faded away. She felt tears falling down her cheeks and drip onto the marble floor. Her head nodded once, then twice, yes. She smiled. She felt herself be picked up in the air, twirled around in circles by Raoul, and heard the shouts for joy. Out of the corner of her eyes, Mrs. Martinez was smiling and crying into a tissue and Mr. Martinez held an arm around his wife, blinking back his tears of his own.

  The food, the champagne, the celebration. She heard various voices, she couldn’t tell from whose mouth they came from.

  “What? A two month engagement? That’s impossible. These events take 6 months to a year to organize. We could never get everything arranged so fast!”

  “You’ve always been such an impulsive boy.”

  “Why don’t we fly to Vegas on the next flight Bella?”

  “Raoul, we have hundreds of friends and acquaintances who want to see our son get married!”

  “It will all work out, honey. If we don’t give the boy what he wants, you know him; he’ll run off with Bella to City Hall Monday morning! I’ll hire a wedding planner, the best in LA. We’ll plan it for the end of summer. Is that Ok with you, Ms. Mauricio?”

  “Yes, no one has asked how the young lady feels about it.”

  “She’s so shy.”

  “She’s in shock.”

  “What do you think, Bella Lisa?”

  She saw Mother, Father and son staring at her. She knew it was her lips moving, but her voice didn’t sound like her own.

  “Whatever Raoul would like, I’m fine with…”

  Again the twirls, the champagne, the fancy chocolates.

  “This is why I’m so desperately in love with this girl!” Raoul shouted.

  Suddenly, she was posed in a family portrait with bulbs flashing. Several pictures were taken of the young couple.

  The dessert, the coffee, the kisses and hugs, the offers to spend the night, the son’s polite refusal, the drive back to Manhattan Beach, the rush up the steps, the clothes peeling off, the bra, the panties, the hands fondling her breasts and nipples, the fellatio, the condom, the vanilla sex, the cuddling… When Raoul had fallen asleep, Bella Lisa slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom to check her phone. She had one text.

  Where R U? W.

  She sent a reply.

  Phillipe, my love. I couldn’t come back. Even though I will no longer be able to see you, I will love you for the rest of my life. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. Bella Lisa.

  She sat down on the toilet seat, put her head in her hands and wept silently, before going back to bed.

  After Williamson read the text message he stood up, went into his bathroom cabinet and opened the seat of the toilet. He emptied out the remaining Vicodin tablets, violently crushed them into a fine powder in his large fist, dumped them into the toilet and flushed. He poured out the Clozapine tablets into his palm and held them over the swirling water. He closed his fist around the pills, then poured them back into the jar and popped one into his mouth. He looked at his red eyes in the mirror, took a palm of water from the sink, swallowed and then lay back down in his large, empty bed.

  On Sunday, Bella Lisa spent the day on Rodeo Drive with Mrs. Martinez shopping for designer wedding dresses and wedding rings. They had a nice lunch together. Mrs. Martinez really liked her company. She told Bella Lisa that she was the daughter she had always hoped for. Bella Lisa played the part of the attentive and perfectly mannered daughter-in-law.

  Raoul spent Sunday morning golfing with his Father at the Country Club and looking for wedding attire in the afternoon. They debated where to hold the ceremony. Of course, Raoul wanted leis on the beach and his Father wanted a traditional wedding service in a cathedral. In the end, Raoul didn’t care where they got married. He was truly happy for the first time in his life. His Father took him out for a late lunch. Mr. Martinez couldn’t remember the last time he had such a good time with his son.

  On the way back to Manhattan Beach to meet up with Raoul, Bella Lisa pulled over to a store on the corner of 8th Avenue and Pacific Coast Highway she had seen several times, but had never had the nerve to go in. It was right next to a sexy lingerie shop. From the street, you couldn’t tell what products were sold inside. She went in and her heart started pumping wildly. There was an assortment of whips and other bondage toys against one wall and a display case of lubricants and massage oils by the cashier. She ran her finger slowly down the tassels of a large whip. A man lurking by the X-rated videos gave her a sideways leering glance. She bought a bottle of anal lubricating gel and drove to Raoul’s home.

  As she walked in, Raoul was cooking dinner.

  “Hey, baby, what’s in the bag?”

  “Oh, nothing. It’s just a female product.”

  “I guess when I’m your husband, I’ll be running out to get you that stuff all the time,” Raoul joked.

  Bella Lisa smiled.

  “I guess.”

  After a quiet dinner, Raoul sat down with her in the living room.

  “You’re so quiet tonight. Is anything the matter?”

  “No, it’s just that… it’s all so sudden. The engagement.”

  “I know. It’s crazy, isn’t it? My parents think I’m impatient. I like to say I’m passionate.”

  Raoul took her in his arms and kissed her with an open mouth and tongue.

  “You are passionate, Raoul,” Bella Lisa said.

  “I’m so attracted to you, Bella. Look at me. You make me so hard all the time.”

  “Would you like me to take care of that for you?”

  “Yes…I would, Bella.”

  She immediately unzipped his pants and pulled his jeans and boxers over his hips and down his legs. She grabbed his shaft at the root with both hands and swallowed the length of his penis into the back of her throat. She moved her head quickly up and down, allowing his shaft to spear her in the back of her throat. She passionately licked and suckled upon his testicles, covered with a dusting of light brown hair. Then she swallowed the full length of his shaft again and kept it in her mouth until tears came to her eyes and dripped down her cheeks.

  “You’re going to make me come! Let’s go upstairs.”

  With her mouth completely over his shaft, she shook her head no. Bella Lisa slid her lips and mouth up and down the sides of Raoul’s penis again, making moaning sounds. Seeing the black trails of mascara from her tears and hearing Bella Lisa’s muffled sounds pulled Raoul’s trigger. He ejaculated into the back of her t
hroat, shooting several streams of come into her mouth. When he pulled his penis out, Bella Lisa appeared exhausted, taking in deep breaths of air. Afterwards, he wiped her lips with a tissue to clean the residue of his secretion.