The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  Christine stood in the back of the theater watching Carlotta’s performance, awestruck by her beauty. Cindy got her attention and Christine followed her to the tables.

  Buquet also was mesmerized by Carlotta, an erection bulging in his slacks.

  “Is she staring at me?” Buquet whispered, unable to take his eyes off her.

  “I think she is, Coach. Carlotta saw you from backstage and asked me who you were. I think she has a thing for older men. She asked me if I could bring you around to her dressing room after the performance. I think she wants to meet you. Would you like me to introduce her to you, Coach?”

  Buquet nodded, slipping his wedding ring off his finger and into his pocket.

  Carlotta reached around her back and unsnapped her bra from behind, exposing her breasts. She unbuckled her garter and slipped out of her stockings and high heels, folding her clothes in a neat pile.

  She kneeled in front of Armond on a pillow on the floor and opened his robe. She took his long erection in her hands and began to reverently suck upon it as he continued to read the paper. After a prolonged period of fellatio, Armond put down his paper and looked down at her, stroking her long blonde hair.

  Carlotta fondled and stroked his shaft as they talked.

  “Do you like sucking on me, submissive?”

  Carlotta nodded.

  “Would you like me to finish in your mouth? Or would you like me to discipline you first?”

  Carlotta pulled her lips away from the head of Armand’s penis and looked up into his eyes.

  “Please allow me to swallow your sweet come, My Lord, and then you may discipline me as hard and as long as you wish.”

  “Very well, my sub.”

  “After you’ve whipped me, could we…”

  “Could we what?”

  “I’ve wanted for so long to be yours, totally yours, My Lord.”

  “You are mine, My Love. And I am yours.”

  “I know, but there is just one small thing I wish you to do to me, to make you mine in the eyes of all the other girls at the club. I know you don’t want to hurt me, and I respect that—”

  “It’s true. I don’t wish to hurt you, Carlotta.”

  “But marking me as your submissive is important to me; it’s all I can think about. I need it. I need you to—”

  “I think we’ve already discussed this. You know how I feel about the barbaric tradition of marking—”

  “But it’s all I can think about, Armond. I’m not really yours, completely yours, until you mark me. I’m not asking for much, My Lord. Just one cut, just one little cut…”

  “Be patient, my sub. We’ll see. It depends on…”

  “On what, Sire?”

  “On how well our session goes, Carlotta…”

  Holding his shaft in both palms, Carlotta did the sexual duties of her performance like a professional. As her lips slid up and down Armond’s shaft, she cast her eyes out toward Buquet once and winked. Buquet smiled back.

  “God, did she just wink at me?” Buquet whispered to Firmin.

  “Yes, she seems to really like you,” Firmin said.

  Through the intercom, Williamson heard the moans and sucking sounds from the stage and shut his eyes, grimacing.

  “Was it really necessary to have your own sub do that to another man, Phillipe?”

  “She was the only one I could trust.”

  “She sounds like she’s really enjoying her performance.”

  “Enough, Beast.”

  Williamson arranged all the items where he wanted them and made ready to give his own private performance for Buquet.

  After cupping Armand beneath his testicles with both palms and rapidly sucking up and down on his shaft, Carlotta opened her lips. Armond released his semen, exploding into her open mouth. With her hands, she milked out the remaining fluid over her breasts. As his breathing returned to normal, Armand picked Carlotta up off the pillow and placed her in his lap, facing the audience.

  “Did you enjoy that, My Lord?”

  “Mmmm. Very much so, sub. It feels so good to me. Do you like pleasuring a man in this manner?”

  “I do, My Lord. It’s always been quite easy for me to swallow.”

  “You’re very good at it.”

  “Thank you, My Lord. I’ve had a lot of practice at it, I suppose.”

  “You seem to enjoy it more than any other submissives I’ve trained.”

  “I do. It’s like the sweetest addiction for me, My Lord. Kneeling before you, taking you in my mouth and sucking upon you as hard as I can. I love the taste of you on my tongue, swallowing you, feeling you slide down my throat. I always feel so close to you afterwards, knowing I have you, warm and wet, inside me. What else would you like of me, Sire? What are you in the mood for?”

  “I’d like to play with your nipples now, sweetling. Would you like that?”

  “My nipples are your playthings, My Lord.”

  The Dom grasped her breasts and swept his thumbs across her erect nipples. Out of the pocket of his robe, Armond pulled out two nipple clamps, bound together by a gold weighted chain. After Armond fondled Carlotta’s breasts and stimulated her nipples with his fingertips, he attached the clamps, the chain dangling prettily between her cleavage. Carlotta stared deeply into Buquet’s eyes as Armond attached a leather collar around her throat.

  “Lift your thighs for me please…”

  Carlotta lifted her hips off his lap and Armond slid her panties down around her knees. With the tips of his fingers, he slowly stroked the moist folds of her sex. He entered her with two of his extended fingers and Carlotta rocked her hips on them, with increasing speed.

  “You may let go and come for me now, Carlotta, my love…”

  Her breasts jiggling, Carlotta shut her eyes, tilted her head back and moaned loudly. Her hips quivered and twitched until she completely let go, her whole body convulsing in an intense orgasm.

  Williamson waited in the dark, listening to his sub have sex with Armond. He heard the deep voice of the Beast whisper in his ear.

  “So you have lost your first submissive, Bella Lisa Mauricio to—”

  “Silence, Beast! Never mention her name!”

  “To a car accident. And now the lovely Carlotta is in the arms of another man.”

  “Perhaps that will be for the best, after tonight.”

  “Perhaps so. I must say, Phillipe; I’m quite looking forward to you exacting your revenge.”

  “As am I, Beast. As am I…”

  “Have you thought of how you’ll—”

  “Shhh…,” Williamson whispered, a finger to his lips, when he heard Carlotta’s post-coital voice through the intercom.

  “Mmmm…,” Carlotta murmured.

  “Alright, Carlotta. I have made my decision,” Armond said.

  “You have, My Lord?”

  “Yes. I agree to give you what you want, what you most desire…”

  Carlotta turned to Armond and embraced him, covering his mouth, cheeks and neck in kisses.

  “Oh My Lord, you’ve made me so happy! Now I’ll be completely yours!”

  “It will hurt. You’ll bleed.”

  “I don’t care. I want to bear that pain for you. I love you, Armond. I realize that now. I really do. I love you. I love you Armond.”

  Armond took Carlotta’s face in his hands.

  “I love you too, Carlotta. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Now go. Let me finish reading the sport’s page. Wait for me in the Pleasure Room. I will be there soon. You know what to do. What I like…”

  “I do, My Lord. I will make myself ready for you.”

  Carlotta stood up, kissed Armond lightly on the lips and walked off into the shadows. Armond picked up the newspaper and resumed reading as the stage lights on Scene One faded to black.

  The lights slowly faded up on Carlotta in the Pleasure Room. A St. Andrew’s Cross stood on one side of the room and a black brick wall mounted with two steel O-rings stood on the other side. In
the middle was a desk with an assortment of sex toys and a knife on top. Completely naked, except for her nipple clamps, collar and high heels, Carlotta wandered throughout the room, running her fingertips over each object on the table, feeling the black brick and cold metal of the O-rings and the smooth polished wood of the cross. She returned to the table and squeezed out the lubricating oil in her palms, rubbing it over her body until her slick skin shimmered in the stage lights. She walked over to a mat on the floor beside the table, shut her eyes, and kneeled down on the mat. She stretched out her arms on the floor, palms up and rested her forehead on the mat. She waited there for a long moment without moving.

  Buquet was hypnotized by what he saw performed on the stage.

  “You like the show so far, Coach?” Firmin whispered into his ear.

  Buquet nodded his approval.

  Armond entered, wearing his robe, and sat in a chair in front of Carlotta. He took a pair of handcuffs off the table and placed them around her wrists. Armond lifted her torso up off the mat and rested her bound wrists in her lap. He caressed her oiled breasts and whispered in her ear.

  “Are you sure, absolutely sure you want this, Carlotta? Nod if you do.”

  Carlotta opened her eyes and with a beatific smile, nodded her approval.

  “You know you don’t have to do this. I will love you regardless. You still want to go through with it?

  Carlotta nodded twice. Armand squeezed Carlotta’s breasts and held her close.

  “Since you are willing to go so far to prove your faithfulness to me… I will give you what you want.”

  Carlotta turned to Armond and kissed him passionately with an open mouth. From the table Armond picked up a red blindfold and placed it over her eyes. He led her to the brick wall and cuffed both of her wrists to the O-ring.

  “I need to slap you and whip you now, my love, to give me courage to do what you ask of me.”

  Carlotta nodded and arched her back, exposing the cleavage of her back side to the audience. Armond walked over to the table and brought back a wooden paddle. Holding her around the waist, Armond brought down the paddle. A loud slap reverberated through the theater. Carlotta’s body jolted and she cried out as the second slap connected with her sensitive skin. Armond slowly released his grip around her, walked over to the table, set the paddle down and returned with a whip. He repeated the procedure, holding her tightly around the waist and lashing her once on each cheek. Armond crossed to the table and returned with a soothing cream and massaged it into her skin until the redness faded. He released Carlotta from the bondage and she fell limply into his arms. When she regained her footing, Armond opened a bottle of water and poured it into her mouth.

  “Thank you,” Carlotta said, after drinking.

  “We’re going to the cross now. Are you ready?” Armond asked.

  Carlotta nodded. He gave Carlotta a long passionate kiss on her lips and neck and then led her across the room. Armond positioned her body to face the St. Andrew’s Cross and he splayed her body upon it, cuffing her wrists and ankles to the ends of the X-shaped wooden beams. Armond crossed the stage to the table, selected a knife and returned to the cross. He turned her chin so he could look into Carlotta’s eyes. He kissed her lips tenderly, holding the knife to his side.

  “Please, My Lord. Don’t delay any further. I’m feeling weak…”

  “Yes… But before I…do it, I want you to know… I love you, Carlotta.”

  “I love you too, Armond…”

  Armond knelt down, felt the condom under her right cheek with his fingers, slowly sliced it open with the tip of the knife and tapped her thigh once as they had planned to give Carlotta her cue to cry out in pain. When Armond heard the cry, he ripped off the tape holding the condom in place and slipped it into the pocket of his robe. The stage blood dripped down the back of Carlotta’s thigh rather realistically.

  Armond repeated the process with the left cheek and Carlotta’s legs were streaked with drops of blood. In the audience, Firmin cast a sideways glance at Buquet as he stared at the scene, enraptured. Firmin watched Buquet’s wide open eyes follow the blood travel down the back of Carlotta’s thighs. In his lap, Firmin’s fingers typed out a text to Williamson.

  He took the bait.

  Armond released Carlotta from the cross and caught her as she fell backward into his arms.

  “I’ve marked you, sub… Are you in pain?” Armond asked.

  Carlotta nodded no.

  “Thank you, My Lord. I am truly yours now,” Carlotta said.

  Carlotta took Armond’s face in her hands and kissed him. Armond spun around so his back faced the audience, embracing her. Over Armond’s shoulder, Carlotta made direct eye contact with Buquet as the lights faded on Scene Two.

  During the blackout, Armond and Carlotta crossed the stage. Armond completely removed his clothes and slipped a condom on over his erection. When the lights came up, Armond laid Carlotta back upon the bed. He slid his hands up the back of the red skin of her legs, lifting and holding them over her head as he kissed the open lips of her sex. She moaned out and ground her hips deeper into his mouth. Armond pulled back, grasping her thighs in his arms and smearing the stage blood on both of their bodies. He slipped a condom on and entered her womb, pumping into her, abandoning himself in a fluid rocking motion. After a moment of vigorous intercourse, Armond lay down on the bed and Carlotta straddled his shaft on top of him, facing the audience. Armond ran his hands up Carlotta’s torso, grabbing and squeezing her breasts and throat, staining her skin deep red. As they had sex, Carlotta’s breasts bounced and shook, the weighted chain freely swinging between her nipples.

  “You’re mine now, Carlotta. You’re mine!” Armond cried out.

  “I’m yours, Armond. I’m yours. Oh My Lord, you’re making me come. I’m coming!”

  Armond groaned out and ejaculated as Carlotta’s hips twitched and convulsed on top of him.

  When they were finished, they began kissing each other, Armond’s shaft still aroused inside her. Covered with blood, they continued to kiss and the lights began to fade.

  “I am yours now, Armond. I am yours…”

  Armond and Carlotta held each other as the lights faded to black. During the blackout, they both put on their robes and went downstage to bow. At the curtain call, the audience responded positively to the show and gave the performers a standing applause. Carlotta went off stage into her dressing room, escorted by Cogworthy. Buquet finished the rest of his second scotch and soda. As the audience made their way out of the theater, Buquet stood up.

  “Did you enjoy the show, Coach Buquet?” Firmin asked.

  “Hell yes. But where’s Williamson? He’s late,” Buquet said.

  “Yes, he sends his apologies. I got a text from him during the show. He’s on his way, stuck in traffic on the 101. I told him I was going to introduce you to Carlotta. Perhaps she can give you a short tour of the theater while you wait. It should be just another 10, 15 minutes tops. He’ll meet you backstage.”

  “I don’t like being held up, Firmin.”

  “Well, Carlotta wanted to meet you anyway. Shall we go?”

  Firmin turned to walk toward Carlotta’s dressing room and Buquet followed.

  From the backstage shadows, Cogworthy sent Williamson a text.

  They’re going to Carlotta.

  Firmin knocked on the dressing room door and went in with Buquet. They heard the sound of water running and waited while Carlotta finished her shower. After a moment, Carlotta came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a single white towel.

  “Oh, hello…,” Carlotta said shyly, noticing the men.

  “Should we come back another time?” Firmin asked.

  “Oh no, that’s fine. Please sit down. Have a glass of champagne. Pour me one, will you, Andre? Just let me put on my robe.”

  “Sure, Carlotta,” Firmin said.

  Carlotta turned her back to the two men and slipped into a short sexy white silk robe.

  “Carlotta, this
is the gentleman I told you about, Coach Buquet,” Firmin said.

  “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Coach Buquet,” Carlotta said, offering Buquet her hand.

  “Call me, Joseph,” Buquet said, taking her hand in his big meaty fingers.

  “Coach Buquet has a meeting with Mr. Williamson here in about 10 minutes. I thought you could entertain the Coach by giving him a backstage tour.”

  “I’d be delighted to. Let’s have a drink first.”

  They raised their glasses.

  “To a wonderful performance this evening, Carlotta,” Buquet said.

  “Thank you, Joseph,” Carlotta replied.

  After everyone sipped the champagne, Firmin walked to the door and addressed Buquet.

  “I don’t mean to be rude Coach, but I’ve have to make an announcement. I’m sure Mr. Williamson will be here any minute. Until then, I’ll leave you with Carlotta.”

  “Don’t worry, Andre. I’ll take good care of Joseph until Mr. Williamson arrives. I’m sure there’s something I can think of to keep him occupied,” Carlotta said, flirting with Buquet.

  “I’m sure there is, Carlotta,” Firmin said, walking out the door.

  Firmin went immediately to the empty theater lobby and saw Christine sitting by herself, nervously waiting for Williamson. As soon as she saw the man on stage cut the pretty girl with the knife, Christine became agitated and dropped her tray of drinks. As Cindy helped her sweep up the broken glass, she saw how upset the new girl was by the show and explained how it was just stage blood. Even though it wasn’t real, the scene deeply disturbed Christine.

  “Christine. Hello. I’m Andre Firmin. We met yesterday. I’m the manager of the Adam and Eve Club. Cindy tells me you did a great job on your first night here.”

  “I dropped some drinks and the glass broke…”

  “Don’t worry about it, Christine. Everyone here has an accident every once in a while. The most important thing is everyone really liked you here. It’s going to work out fine for you.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Firmin. Have you seen Mr. Williamson? I was waiting—”

  “Yes. Phillipe just sent me a text to tell you he was delayed at work, and asked me if I would see to it that you were escorted safely back to his condo, where he would like to meet with you in about an hour. The limo is waiting out front. Let me introduce you to Mr. Luman. He’ll drive you back to Mr. Williamson’s condo in Seaside City.”