The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  “I heard what she said.”

  “She couldn’t have made her wishes any clearer. You know what must be done.”

  “I made a vow to Bella Lisa. No knives, no cutting. I intend on keeping my vow.”

  “Don’t be a fool. She wants it from you. It would make her feel closer to you. And it is for her own protection. Mark her.”

  “No. Besides, all the knives are gone.”

  “True. Except for one you nearly cut Bella Lisa with. If you did as I suggested, she would be alive right now. She never would’ve driven off without her Dom.”

  “Fuck you, Beast!”

  “The knife. Pick up the knife.”

  “There is no knife.”

  “Are you mad? Phillipe, you just put it in the drawer under the bed. Go ahead, look, if you don’t believe me.”

  Williamson opened the hidden drawer and saw the gleaming sharp blade. He looked down at Carlotta’s naked body and became instantly hard.

  “That’s right. Look at how aroused having the knife so close to her sensuous body has made you. Admit it to me, to yourself. You want to do it to her, don’t you,” he heard the Beast say.

  Williamson immediately shut the drawer. The noise made Carlotta stir in her sleep.

  “Ah, you nearly awakened her.”

  I thought they got rid of all the… How could it have…did I just put it there?

  “Go ahead, mark her while she sleeps.”

  “I can’t. I won’t. I promised Bella Lisa—”

  “Bella Lisa’s dead.”

  “FUCK YOU, BEAST!”

  Williamson went out onto the balcony, leaned on the railing and took his face in his hands, breathing deeply. He listened to the sound of the ocean waves breaking against the rock jetty below. After he regained his composure, he listened for the Beast’s Voice, but thankfully, it was gone.

  “Phillipe?”

  Williamson turned and saw Carlotta standing completely naked next the bed, her hands covering her breasts from the draft of the open balcony.

  “What are you doing out of bed? I was worried. I thought I heard voices, and then it became cold in the room. Are you alright?”

  “Yes, I’m fine, Carlotta…”

  Williamson came in from the balcony, shutting the sliding glass door behind him. He took Carlotta in his arms and kissed her, squeezing her breasts in his rough hands.

  “My Lord, I’m so happy you’ve come back to me. Why are you wearing a mask?”

  “The sight of my face is sickening.”

  “I like to see your face, My Lord.”

  Carlotta took off the mask. She kissed and caressed his cheek.

  “I need you now, sub. I need you to come for me.”

  Williamson swept Carlotta up in his arms and sat her in the middle of the bed, pushing her thighs out. He lay down on his back and rested his head between her legs. He reached back, lifted her thighs and positioned the lips of her sex so they were directly over his mouth. Carlotta began tilting and rocking her hips slowly as Williamson’s tongue and lips gained easy access to the innermost flesh of her sheath. She pushed her pelvis as deep as she could into the wetness of Williamson’s mouth, rotating and thrusting her hips into his face. She let herself go and moaned as she released her effluence into his open mouth, quivering and trembling. Williamson moved out from underneath her and placed her legs over his shoulders. He slipped his robe off and speared her with his shaft, pounding into the womb he just made moist by his tongue. Her whole body shook underneath him from his powerful pelvic thrusts.

  She tilted her head back and moaned with pleasure a second time, her muscles shaking uncontrollably, her skin tingling, her arms trembling behind her.

  “Oh my God, you’re making me come again, Phillipe. The second time and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’re such an unselfish lover, My Lord.”

  “We’re making a change now, submissive. I’m moving you permanently into your new bedroom, the room you will be staying in from now on, the Pleasure Room. It’s time you were properly whipped while I have sex with you. You will be tied… no, chained up in that room from now on.”

  Williamson untied Carlotta, picked her body up and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her across the condo into the West Wing, slapping her bare behind several times rather sharply, rubbing and firmly squeezing her tender cheeks after delivering the slaps. Carlotta bit her lower lip each time she felt his open palm slap and fondle her there, realizing how much she enjoyed being carried off and spanked. She shook her hips from side to side when she needed it again and Williamson was more than happy to oblige, until her back side was beet-red.

  “Phillipe, you’re so… virile today…I’m afraid of…”

  “Of what, Carlotta?”

  “Of how much I like this…”

  “I am too, Carlotta. I may not be able to hold back much longer…”

  “Then… don’t, My Lord. Don’t.”

  Williamson swept into the Pleasure room and kicked the door shut loudly with his foot. He unbuckled the collar around her neck and threw it across the room.

  “Why take my collar off, My Lord? I feel naked without it.”

  “It’s in the way.”

  Still holding her in his arms, he sunk his lips and mouth into a spot on her pale white neck he had not yet claimed. Her head fell back, giving her Dom full exposure to mark the delicate and vulnerable skin. After sucking hard on her throat, Williamson coated her breasts in lubricating oil and repeatedly kneaded and squeezed them, sucking her swollen aureoles and nipples into his mouth. He pulled back to admire them.

  “I love your breasts, you sweet submissive.”

  “Thank you, My Lord. They are yours.”

  “Then I’m the luckiest man alive.”

  Phillipe guided Carlotta to the St. Andrew’s Cross, towering over the far corner of the room. Forcefully spreading her arms and legs apart in an X shape, he restrained her, face-first, by her ankles and wrists to the cross. Carlotta splayed apart for his pleasure, he turned his head to the side and cuddled up close to her, looking her deeply in the eyes. Carlotta felt his erection pressed up against her thigh as he fondled her breasts and kissed her passionately.

  “This is your new home, Carlotta, this cross, where you will sacrifice your body to me. Will you allow me to hang you on this cross every day to worship your gorgeous body with my lips and hands?”

  “You may do whatever pleases you, My Lord. My body is yours…”

  Williamson kneeled at her feet and pulled down to her ankles the only stitch of clothing she had remaining on her body, her sheer white thigh-high stockings. Starting at the back of her ankle he licked her calves and over the back of her knees with the tip of his tongue, which caused her to shiver with delight. He licked repeatedly up the back of her inner thighs, leaving behind a tingling feeling. With both hands resting on the back of her cheeks, he admired the feminine sensuous curves of her cute backside. He touched his ruined face to the soft supple skin and smelled the perfumed scent of the soap from her shower. The redness from the slapping had quickly faded and the skin regained its healthy light tan pigment. He spread apart her cheeks to reveal her tight puckered opening. Williamson reverently licked her in between the cleavage of her cheeks, lapping her and pressing into her opening with the tip of his tongue until she moaned out with pleasure. She arched her back and pressed her hips toward him and her tight opening relaxed and widened to accommodate the length of Williamson’s tongue.

  “Oh, My Lord, that feels good to me.”

  “To me as well, Carlotta. You have the loveliest ass…”

  “You are too kind. Thank you, Phillipe.”

  Williamson stood up and selected a small whip with leather tassels off the wall. While kissing her, Williamson caressed her freshly oiled breasts with his one hand and repeatedly lashed her ass with the whip with the other. He continued to kiss her as he marked her body with the whip until she tilted her head back, allowing Williamson to suck hard on the skin under he
r jaw line. Each time the lash struck her skin she exhaled deep breaths and moaned out louder and louder. The deeper she breathed in and the louder she moaned, the harder the tassels struck her tingling skin, until she appeared to be hyperventilating. He arms went limp and she swooned upon the cross. Williamson released the restraints and Carlotta fell back into his arms. He carried her to the futon and laid her down, her head resting on a pillow. He squeezed massage oil on her back and gave her a soothing massage. Soon her breathing returned to normal and the lash marks from the whip disappeared from her skin.

  “Are you alright, Carlotta?”

  “Hmmm.”

  “It looked like you were about to faint.”

  “I was feeling a little dizzy, but I’m fine now.”

  “That’s good.”

  Carlotta turned to him, cupping her hand under his swollen testicles.

  “You poor man. You look like you are about to burst. You made me come over and over. It’s your turn now. I want to comfort you, Phillipe. What would you like me to do?”

  “May I chain you to the wall?”

  Carlotta held out her frail arms.

  “I thought you would never ask…”

  He handcuffed her wrists over her head to two metal O-rings in the wall and placed her body over a large foam wedge.

  “I would like to take you from behind now.”

  Carlotta looked behind her flirtatiously, biting her lower lip.

  “You are the predator; I am your prey, My Lord. Go ahead. Take me.”

  Williamson pulled the stockings off her feet and squeezed lubricating oil over her skin, rubbing it in until every inch of her body was slick and glistening. He poured more oil into his palms and massaged her in the crease between her cheeks, using two of his fingertips to stimulate her opening. She pressed her hips back into his fingers and they slipped into her opening with ease.

  Williamson kept his fingers erect and still while Carlotta moved her hips, slowly guiding his two fingers in and out of her opening.

  “I’m ready to be penetrated by you now, My Lord.”

  Williamson slid his throbbing erection into his sub and she accepted his full length from the tip to the root. Her arms were stretched over her head, leaving her breasts to sway beneath her as he slipped in and out of her. He grabbed her oiled erect nipples, squeezing and holding them tightly in between his thumbs and index fingers as he made love to her most intimate opening. Williamson shut his eyes and felt the sides of his shaft being gloriously squeezed and massaged inside her tight forbidden spot.

  As Carlotta gave in to her Dom’s desires, she thought about her career as a porn actress. In the course of filming all the sex scenes, she pretended to be aroused, but she knew it was all an artifice. After the money shot, it was as if the sexual encounter never happened, even though it was recorded for posterity on video for thousands of people to enjoy in the privacy of their homes. Everyone in the cast and crew would go back to their normal routines. The performers would shower, change for their next scene; get a touch up at the make-up table. As the lighting was adjusted and the camera angles for the next scene were set up, she might see the man or woman she just had raw intimate sex with at the catering table. They would hardly make eye contact as they grabbed a bite to eat or drink. If they did speak to each other, it would be in meaningless pleasantries, like strangers. Though she often had a feeling of emptiness after the scenes, it was much less complicated that way, to separate her emotions from the act of sex with multiple partners, each day of filming. It was just a business, after all.

  But now, with her arms outstretched over her head and chained to the O-rings in the black brick wall, her oiled body curved in compliance over the soft wedge, the full length of her Dom’s thick long shaft sliding effortlessly in and out of her intimate opening, and with her Dom’s strong rough hands constantly fondling and squeezing her swaying suspended breasts, there were no cameras recording her. The sex she was having was real, not some scene from a script, and for the first time she felt an emotional vulnerability that she had thought was lost to her, long ago. She shut her eyes as a flood of long repressed emotion escaped from her eyes. She blinked and smiled, tasting her own salty tears as they slid down her cheeks.

  “This is so sexy to me, being inside you…here,” Williamson whispered into her ear.

  “To me too, My Lord… My Love,” Carlotta sighed in a hushed tone, her tears dripping on the wedge below her.

  Noticing the tears, Williamson pulled out of her and looked her in the eyes.

  “Carlotta, you’re crying. Are you OK? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong, Phillipe. I just feel so good right now.”

  “Are you uncomfortable?”

  “No, not at all. Don’t pull out. Come back inside me.”

  Using a tissue beside the bed, Williamson patted under her eyes to dry her tears. He massaged more of the lubricating gel into the opening of her cheeks and on the head of his penis and then slowly and carefully slid back inside her.

  “Ahh, that’s better. You feel so nice inside me, Phillipe…”

  “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

  “It has, sometimes in the past. But with you, Phillipe, not at all. I want you inside me… here. I like to feel you here, more than anywhere else. You belong here. It is within your right to take me this way, and I will give myself to you like this, several times a day if you wish. I know now what it is I want in life, Phillipe. Would you like me to tell you?

  “Yes…”

  “I want…more than anything else in life… to remain here with you, chained up to the bed…as your sexual slave…not for play, but for real, Phillipe.”

  “Mmmm…”

  Hearing her sexy words triggered Williamson to slide his fingers from her nipples up her slick shining skin and grasp her around the throat, collaring her with his fingers. He squeezed her neck gently as he increased the force and speed of his thrusting. When he opened his eyes to see her arms bound above her head in chains and her breasts swaying beneath her, he tightened his grip around her neck and moaned loudly. His semen burst out of him into the opening, filling her quickly and dripping out in a thick creamy stream down the back of her legs. When she had milked him dry, he released her from the bondage and rolled off the wedge with her onto the futon in a strong embrace, caressing her breasts and kissing her roughly all over her mouth and neck. After they regained their breathing, Williamson placed a comfy pillow under her head and covered her with a blanket. Then he got under the sheets, wrapping his arms around her.

  “You really know how to take a woman, Phillipe,” she sighed out.

  “I feel like I’m an animal with you, Carlotta.”

  “You are an animal, Phillipe. But you’re also… the perfect Dom.”

  “It’s only because you’re so incredibly sexy, Carlotta, that’s why it’s so good between us.”

  They sighed out and held each other.

  “You bad boy, I wanted you to mark me as your sub tonight,” Carlotta said, smiling.

  “I did mark you. You have hickeys all over your neck.”

  “But those will fade. I wanted you to mark me tonight…more permanently.”

  “I don’t need to do that to know you are mine.”

  “But it’s not for you, it’s for me. I need you to do it to know I am yours and yours alone. Don’t you see? I really want you to. It’s sexy to me. No man has ever marked me.”

  “It would hurt you, Carlotta. And I…care about you.”

  “You’re very sweet, but I don’t care about that. As you know, I have a high threshold for pain.”

  “It’s late. Let’s talk about it some more tomorrow…”

  “You promise?”

  “I promise, Carlotta.”

  Carlotta yawned and shut her eyes.

  “All this slapping and whipping makes a girl tired.”

  “I know. You need your beauty rest. Go to sleep, my darling.”

  “When I wake up, I promise I’l
l suck on you and I won’t stop until I make you come in my mouth.”

  “That sounds fantastic, Carlotta.”

  “I promise. I’ll swallow you…”

  Williamson cupped his hands over her breasts and she drifted off to sleep in his arms. Williamson smiled, thinking of her.

  “The Perfect Dom,” she said. The Perfect Dom.

  Chapter Eight

  The Angel in the Mirror

  Williamson shut his eyes and tried to go to sleep, but felt restless. He picked up Carlotta and carried her out of the West Wing and back to her comfortable bed. He walked back to the dining room and made himself a pot of coffee for the morning, then went into the Entertainment Room and watched an old movie. He dozed for a few minutes on the couch, then awoke and couldn’t fall back asleep. He called down on his cell to the 24 hour doorman on duty to see if the morning edition of the LA Times had come out yet at the convenience store across the street. Moments later, the elevator opened and he heard the boy’s voice.

  “Mr. Williamson. Are you here? I’ve got your paper.”

  It was Billy, pulling the night shift, who nearly puked when he saw his face earlier in the evening.

  Williamson called out from the adjoining room.

  No need for the kid to see me and retch all over my marble floor.

  “Just set it on the table near the elevator doors, Billy. There’s a twenty on the table for your trouble.”

  “Thanks, Mr. Williamson.”

  When he heard the elevator doors swoosh shut, Williamson came out of hiding and read it while drinking his coffee in the living room. Williamson was concerned that the news of his retirement may have leaked and now was splashed all over the Metro Section. After reading through the depressing articles about the swath of destruction left behind by Hurricane Sandy on the Jersey Shore, he flipped through the paper, not seeing any articles about his retirement. He was about to move on to the Sports Page and the latest woes of the LA Lakers, when a small article at the bottom of the page caught his eye.