The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  Life on the edge of passion…

  Mrs. Potcia brought out dinner, but Phillipe didn’t touch it. He drank a few glasses of red wine to take the edge off. He popped a Clozapine with a swallow of Bordeaux to make sure he didn’t drift off into the deep end again. He cut out the article and kept it near him at night by the bed stand. Early the next morning, he put the article in his suit jacket pocket and went to work.

  I wonder if she’ll keep her appointment with me tonight…

  Williamson got his answer precisely at 7:05. He opened the door at the end of the West Wing to find his submissive kneeling in her regular position. Her body was oiled and ready, her head bowed, her eyes blindfolded. She had managed to cuff her wrists behind her back for the session this time, causing her back to arch. Her full breasts fell forward and appeared much larger, dangling from her body for his inspection.

  “Submissive! Stand up.”

  With some effort, Bella Lisa rose to her feet. Williamson turned the dimmer switch on the wall to brighten the lights. He slid her blindfold up on her forehead, took the wedding notice out of his pocket, unfolded it and held it up at eye level directly in front of her. She blinked and squinted in the harsh light, staring at the newsprint. “Would you mind explaining what this is all about it?”

  After glancing at the newspaper, Bella looked down at the ground, ashamed.

  “Oh. He mentioned something about that today.”

  “Don’t look at the ground, submissive. Look your Dom in the eyes when you speak to him.”

  Bella Lisa looked up.

  “Yes, My Lord.”

  “So I assume by “he”, you mean your fiancé, this young man, Raoul Martinez?”

  “Yes, My Lord.”

  “As you can plainly see, your picture takes up a quarter of the page. By the sound of the article, it will be the social event of the summer. You haven’t seen the announcement?”

  “No, not until now.”

  “Were you planning on telling me about your engagement and wedding in less than 3 weeks’ time?”

  “In less than three weeks?”

  “You sound surprised. Yes indeed, Ms. Mauricio. The date is clearly stated at the end of the announcement. It’s at the end of this month. On the last Saturday afternoon of July, in one of the oldest and most historic cathedrals in LA. It’s two weeks from this Saturday. Do you not know the date of your own wedding, Ms. Mauricio?”

  “No. He must’ve pushed it up, I guess.”

  “And why do you think that is?”

  “After our last session on Monday, I was more convinced than ever to try to get myself out of my relationship with Raoul. I thought I could buy some time, at least put the wedding off until next year. I told him I was nervous about getting married; it was too soon, we hardly knew each other. Like all my previous boyfriends, I figured in six months we would naturally grow apart and the relationship would fizzle out long before we went through with the wedding. Well, as soon as I told him how I felt he raised his voice—”

  “Did he harm you in any way?”

  “No, he’s a gentle soul. In a way I wish he had, it would’ve given me a way out of this. He just became emotional and told me the big family secret. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Martinez weren’t able to have children on their own, so Raoul was adopted when he was quite young.”

  “Your friend is… adopted?”

  “Yes. Even though his parents loved him, I suppose he has abandonment issues. He got very upset when I told him I wanted to postpone the wedding, so I guess that’s why it’s taking place so soon…”

  Williamson briefly looked away, lost in thought. He walked across the room to the futon and sat down, his back against the wall. Bella Lisa followed, kneeling down directly in front of him.

  “Mr. Williamson? Are you OK?”

  “I remember those kids like Raoul. They were the cute ones who got snatched up right away. They’re vulnerable and quiet. They look at you with such soulful eyes…”

  “You were never adopted, Phillipe?”

  “No. I refused to play that game, so no one gave me a second look…”

  Images of the cellar, the single dim light bulb on a string overhead and Joseph Buquet’s voice played through his mind.

  “Eric… I’m so disappointed in you…”

  Williamson put his hand to his forehead, trying once again to rub the memories away.

  “I’m sorry, Phillipe...” Bella Lisa said.

  “So you couldn’t do it? You couldn’t postpone the marriage because he was adopted.”

  “I wanted to. But… I’m torn about it, Mr. Williamson. I lived the first 22 years of my life hoping to marry a sweet thoughtful guy like Raoul. I thought that’s what I wanted. Then I met you, and it’s like I started shedding my old skin and growing a new one. I’m ashamed to admit how much I enjoy our… arrangement. But part of me still wants to live a normal life, even though it’s not as exciting as being with you…”

  “I know. It’s not fair of me to stand in your way.”

  “I should’ve told you, Phillipe. You shouldn’t have to find out about it from the newspaper. It all happened in the last two days. I should’ve called you, as soon as it happened. I suppose my mind has been in a fog lately and I’m very confused. I know that’s a poor excuse for my behavior. Please accept my apology. I’ve been dishonest with you and expect to be disciplined… severely…”

  Williamson turned away from her.

  “I’m not sure this is working for me any longer, Ms. Mauricio.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re getting… married.”

  “Why should that change anything between us? Part of the deal I made with Raoul was that he would continue to give me 2 nights a week to myself, no questions asked, to be apart from him. You and I can continue seeing each other just as before, Phillipe. Even after I’m married.”

  “Bella Lisa, I don’t want to share you with another man. I had done it once before, so I thought I could handle it, but I can’t. I want to see you more often than twice a week.”

  “I wish I could spend every day and every night with you Phillipe, and our lives can go on just as they did before. I wish I had never gotten involved with Raoul. He really doesn’t know who I am or… what I need. He’s smothering me with his love.”

  “Break up with him.”

  “I can’t…”

  Phillipe took a deep breath in and out. A long silence passed between them.

  “Mr. Williamson, I’m here, right now, to pleasure you and to receive my punishment and discipline from your loving hand. I’m waiting for it. I’m longing for it, from you. I’ve oiled my body and put my nipples in bondage for you. I can tell it arouses you, looking at me. Do whatever you want to me, whatever you desire. Would like to chain me to the wall and force me to swallow you as before? Or take me from behind, My Lord?”

  “Suddenly, I’m not in the mood for our sexual games tonight, Bella Lisa. Perhaps it would be best if you leave…”

  Williamson released her wrists from the handcuffs and removed her nipple clamps. Bella Lisa removed her blindfold.

  “Please, Phillipe. Please don’t ask me to leave…”

  “I’m sorry, but I’d prefer to be alone tonight.”

  Phillipe handed Bella Lisa a set of keys.

  “The tenants have moved out and I’ve had your unit professionally cleaned. My men moved your belongings out of storage and set everything up for you and your Father. You can sleep there tonight. Until further notice, I am cancelling all further training sessions with you, Bella Lisa.”

  “Why?”

  “I told you, this whole business with your upcoming betrothal has put me out of the mood.”

  Williamson stood up and brought in her clothes from the other side of the door. Phillipe waited while she dressed herself. He walked out of the West Wing and to the elevator, with Bella Lisa following behind. He pushed the down arrow and they waited for it to arrive.

  “Well, you may can
cel our next appointment if you wish, but I will be here regardless, kneeling inside the door, waiting for you at 7:00 on Monday night if you change your mind, Phillipe,” Bella Lisa said, quietly.

  “As you wish. However, meeting me for our next session is not necessary. I officially release you from your contract as my submissive, Ms. Mauricio. I wish you much happiness in your conventional marriage,” Williamson responded, without making eye contact with Bella Lisa.

  The door opened and she went in. Bella Lisa looked imploringly into Williamson’s cold eyes once more, and then cast them downward as the elevator doors shut. She got off at the 15th floor and opened the door to her Father’s condo. She walked through the sparsely decorated rooms and sat on the edge of her bed. Without getting undressed, she laid down and shut her eyes. Several minutes later she heard the front door open.

  “Phillipe!” she shouted.

  She immediately jumped off the bed and ran into Williamson’s arms. He carried her back to the bed and set her down gently. They undressed each other while kissing with eager open mouths. She immediately mounted him and rocked her hips desperately upon his shaft. She ran her fingers and hands over the thick veins off his muscled arms and down his smooth, striated torso. She increased the rocking motion on top of him until her hips trembled and convulsed. After her release, she laid down on top of him, panting.

  “Please forgive me, Phillipe. Say you forgive me.”

  “I forgive you, Bella Lisa.”

  She breathed out in relief and ardently covered his lips, cheeks, neck and chest with kisses, her tongue sliding down his torso to the tip of his pointed shaft. She passionately sucked on him, as if it was her last day on earth. She licked and suckled upon his swollen testicles and up to the rim of his penis. She lingered there, swirling her tongue around the rim, moaning as she sucked as hard as she could. She didn’t stop until Williamson exploded into her mouth. As she swallowed, Phillipe continued to release his semen over her, coating her breasts with streams of his thick warm fluid. She finished him with her mouth, sucking out the last drops. When their breathing slowed, they relaxed into each other’s embrace and fell asleep.

  In the morning when Bella Lisa awoke, Williamson was gone. He didn’t leave a note. Bella Lisa showered, got dressed and left.

  Williamson spent the weekend contemplating his relationship with Bella Lisa. By Sunday evening, he made his decision.

  I must be cruel in order to be kind…

  His assistant, Andre Firmin, recently conveyed the message to Williamson that Carlotta had dropped by the Adam and Eve Club, inquiring about him. Back when the club first opened and was losing a great deal of money, Williamson first saw Carlotta on a street corner in LA, selling her body. She was twenty two at the time, the same age as Bella Lisa. Williamson immediately hired her as a cocktail waitress at the club and eventually Williamson trained her to become his headlining submissive. Her long flowing blond hair, attractive body and flirtatious nature made her a popular performer at the club, the first to acquire a following. The financial survival and eventual profitability of the club was primarily due to Carlotta’s natural talent and seductive charms. A producer in the adult film industry heard about her, caught her act and offered her a film contract with his company. After starring in several films, she branched out into producing films, and had built herself a nice savings for her future. She kept in touch with Williamson, who had never touched her inappropriately outside of his training sessions. Carlotta had always been a little in love with him. She considered Williamson the reason for her success, and kept in touch with him regularly. Williamson was proud of her accomplishments and was fond of her.

  Williamson asked Firmin to find out if Carlotta was available at 6:00 Monday night to assist him in a personal matter. When Firmin called back to confirm the meeting, Williamson asked Firmin to also have the club’s make-up artist meet them at the club as well.

  Bella Lisa thought about Williamson over the weekend as well. She had never had a relationship with two men at once in her life. She saw her future was with Raoul, but had become addicted to her Dom. She had such an overwhelming emotional and sexual response to him, the orgasms grasping her deep within her womb and shaking her from the inside. When he restrained her body for his pleasure and stimulated her by touching and whipping her at the same time, she was amazed how wet she would become, and how the muscles of her hips and thighs would quiver and convulse uncontrollably during her release. It was hard for her to walk away from that, no matter how much she liked Raoul. She was relieved Phillipe had joined her in bed after their argument Thursday night and had ended the evening by making love to her.

  On the following Monday evening, Bella Lisa felt compelled to show up in the West Wing at the appointed time, kneeling on the yoga mat, waiting for Phillipe and hoping he would come. She became adept at handcuffing her wrists behind her back while blindfolded. She tried to control her breathing in the dark. After a few minutes, she heard voices coming down the hallway and two sets of footsteps. When the door opened, she heard the sounds of a woman giggling, the rarely heard laughter of Williamson, and the wetness of two mouths and two tongues at play. Bella wished now she could remove her blindfold.

  “So what do we have here?” Carlotta asked.

  “Oh, it’s just a submissive in training, Carlotta. I was thinking about using her in one of my shows. Pay no attention to her,” Williamson replied.

  “How can I ignore such a sweet young thing, deliciously oiled and bound? She’s very pretty, Phillipe. I’d like to cast her in one of my films. May I?”

  “It’s completely up to you, it doesn’t matter to me. Unfortunately, she’s to be married in nineteen days and I don’t think her husband would necessarily approve.”

  “She’s getting married? That’s interesting? What’s she doing here then?”

  “That’s a very good question. I have no idea. Once I found out she was getting married I cancelled all the remaining training sessions and released her as my submissive. Anyway, she is no longer my concern.”

  His words cut into her like daggers. Bella Lisa felt deeply embarrassed being naked in front of this unknown woman, and especially being spoken of in such a rude dismissive manner in their private place. But the tone of his voice sounded odd, as if he was playacting a role he knew he was not particularly suited for. Bella Lisa felt so intuitively close to him, she knew right away the game he was playing.

  He’s trying to save me again, from himself.

  “Since she’s here, can we play with her?”

  “If you’d like, Carlotta. She’s yours. One thing I can say for her, she has proven to be a very obedient and responsive sub.”

  Williamson placed the tip of his riding crop underneath her chin, raising it.

  “Good evening, submissive.”

  “Phillipe…” Bella Lisa whispered.

  “Please stand up.”

  Bella Lisa got to her feet. Williamson slid the blindfold up to her forehead. She blinked and the image of Phillipe standing next to a stunningly attractive blond woman came into focus. She looked like she stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine, with expertly applied make-up and coiffed hair, wearing a silver, skin-tight silk cocktail dress that showed off her slender waist and ample cleavage. She appeared to have slightly larger breasts than Bella Lisa. She felt very plain when she compared herself to the glamorous woman.

  He certainly cast the woman who was supposed to make me jealous quite well.

  “Let me introduce you to my dear friend, Carlotta. She was my first and still the best performer I ever had at the Adam and Eve Club,” Williamson said.

  “You are kind to say so, Phillipe,” Carlotta purred.

  “She went on to star in and produce videos for the Adult Film Industry. Her films are the only ones I own. They’re classy, understated and extremely sexy. All the others I’ve seen are so filled with bimbos and buffoons, they’re unwatchable.”

  “God, I forgot how wonderful you are, Phillipe. I
think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  Bella Lisa watched as Carlotta slid her fingers up Williamson’s chest and through his thick hair, kissing him in a slow, seductive manner. When Williamson closed his eyes to receive the offering of her full red lips, Bella Lisa looked down at his pelvis and smiled inwardly.

  He’s not aroused by her…

  After the kiss, Carlotta sidled up very close to Bella Lisa.

  “Hello, you sweet thing. Though I’ve unofficially retired from the business, I would make another movie in a heartbeat if I could star in it with you.”

  Carlotta gave Bella Lisa a light kiss on the lips. She didn’t respond to the kiss.

  “What’s your name, honey?” Carlotta said.

  “Submissive…” Bella Lisa answered.

  “Hmmm. So well trained. You remind me of myself. I was a sweet young thing just like you, ten years ago.”

  Carlotta placed her hands on Bella Lisa’s breasts. She stroked and then kissed the skin below her nipple clamps. The sensation was soft and gentle. Having never been touched intimately by another woman, Bella Lisa was surprised by how pleasant her fingers and lips felt on her skin. It seemed like Carlotta intuitively knew what felt good to another woman.

  “If you don’t want her anymore, can I have her, Phillipe?”

  “She’s yours.”

  Carlotta’s fingertips drifted down Bella Lisa’s skin, causing her to shiver with pleasure. She lightly stroked the lips of Bella Lisa’s sex, which had unfurled open to her touch. Carlotta kneeled in front of her and lavished attention on the moist opening of her sex with her tongue, as she continued to stroke her. Bella Lisa shut her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasure, imagining it was Williamson’s course, demanding fingers and darting tongue sliding in and out of her, and not the delicate fingers and swirling tongue of Carlotta.

  Williamson watched the scene, realizing that so far his plan was backfiring. Rather than making her run out of the room in revulsion, Bella Lisa clearly enjoyed being touched and kissed by Carlotta. He decided to try another tactic.

  “OK, ladies, I’m sorry to stop your fun, but I’m feeling a little left out.”