by Lilly Hale
Rad climbed into the coach behind her, took a seat and gave her a stern look. “I’m not very happy with you, Elise.”
“What are you talking about?” Realization dawned and she shot him an insulted look. “For Pete’s sake, I didn’t come, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Rad’s lips twitched, almost smiling, but not quite. “You let that man put his hands on you.”
“We were dancing.” Elise was amazed at the ridiculousness of his complaint.
“He ran his hands all over your back, nearly touched your bottom, and you let him.”
“He did no such thing.”
“That’s what I saw.”
“Then you need glasses.”
“He touched you and you allowed it. I daresay you liked it.”
Elise gaped at him. “That’s crazy. He was a perfectly nice, middle-aged gentleman, and he did not take any liberties.”
Rad was insistent. “He did, and you enjoyed it.”
“You’re being ridiculous. If you’re going to insist on being such a shit, then maybe you should just take me home now.” Elise huffed, fed up with the whole thing. Her sexual frustration was making her a tad bitchy.
“Come over here, on my lap,” he ordered in a calm voice.
It was then Elise realized what he was doing. He was testing her. It was that whole dominance/submission thing they had going between them. She’d promised to trust him with her pleasure. That thought sent a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. She’d never before given up control to a man sexually, not really. No man that she’d been with had ever asked that of her. This was a new experience, and she was shocked and not a little embarrassed by how strongly it was affecting her. She wanted this.
After a moment’s hesitation, Elise moved across the coach and turned sideways to sit on his lap.
“Not that way,” he corrected. “I want you to lie across my lap, face down.”
She froze. “You want me to what?” Her voice was shrill with disbelief.
“Shh.” He pressed two fingers to her lips. “You promised to trust me.”
It took a moment for her stomach to stop flip-flopping, but finally she found the nerve to shift position and drape herself across his lap. He apparently wasn’t satisfied with her placement, because he grabbed her waist and hoisted her farther forward until her head hung low, practically hitting the side of the coach, and her rear end was high on his lap. She couldn’t contain her small shriek of surprise and embarrassment. In the next instant, her skirts were being tossed up over her back, cold air hitting her bare backside. A shiver of panic raced through her. You promised to trust him. She took a calming breath and held still.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. “More. There, perfect.”
Elise jumped at the first touch of his fingers as they delved into the pulsing heat between her legs. “Rad,” she groaned. “What are you doing?” It felt so good, she was nearly ready to come on his hand.
“Checking your arousal. You’re soaking wet, Elise. That man’s touch excited you.”
“No, that’s not true.” She gasped when he pushed three fingers inside her and started slowly stroking. Her pussy was so wet, they slipped easily inside, but the feeling of sudden fullness was intense.
Then his other hand came down on her bare bottom cheek in a firm slap. She shrieked. “Oh. My. God! Are you spanking me?”
“I am,” he answered calmly, and followed it with another smack to the other buttock, another stroke of his thick fingers inside her clenching passage.
Elise bit her lip to keep from crying out as his fingers worked deep in her pussy while he firmly smacked her bottom, alternating sides until both cheeks were warm and tingling. This was by far the kinkiest thing she’d ever done. Ever. She’d known a girl in college who admitted to getting off by being spanked, but she’d never imagined it could hold any appeal, until now. It didn’t hurt, really, just stung lightly, firing all the nerves under her skin. Her bottom was burning hot, almost buzzing with sensation, and it heightened the intensity of feeling in her pussy, where Rad’s fingers pumped steadily, relentlessly driving her toward an orgasm. The shock and embarrassment faded, driven away by the acutely raw intensity of feeling. She started to pant and moan as she neared her peak.
Then he slowed down and the climax began to ebb away.
“Did he excite you, Elise?” Rad persisted, squeezing her sizzling butt cheeks.
“No! No, it was you. I was wet because of you. Just you, Rad.” She pushed her hips up, trying to force his fingers deeper, make them hit that sweet spot inside that she knew would send her over the edge. “Please, Rad. Please let me come.”
Elise almost screamed in frustration when he pulled his hand away, then lifted her and sat her upright across his lap. His arms came around her then, holding her close as he kissed her tenderly.
“Only for me, Elise. And Trey,” he commanded softly. “Never for any other man.” She could only whimper against his lips, her head nodding shakily. “That’s my sweet darlin’. Would you like to come now?”
“God, yes! Please, Rad, please!”
His hand slipped under her skirts again. Elise spread her legs and lifted her hips up to his hand as his fingers pressed into her pulsing channel once more and his thumb found her clitoris. He delved deeply and curled his fingers just slightly, expertly finding that ultra sensitive spot inside her that sent her soaring. He held her tight as she shook like a leaf in a rainstorm and caught her cries in his mouth.
Rad continued to hold her as she calmed and pressed gentle kisses to her lips and face. “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
Elise clutched his lapel and buried her face against his neck, breathing in the spicy cologne and delicious male scent that was his alone. What was happening between them was unfolding so fast it was making her head spin. How could she be here in his arms when she was in love with another man? And she did love Trey, she had no doubts about that. Rad knew she loved Trey, but he didn’t care. He was encouraging her relationship with his brother even as he pursued her for himself. It was all so surreal, and yet, it felt right being here with Rad, being pleasured by him then cuddled in his arms, so safe and warm.
“Are we going home now?” She hoped the driver took a longer route back so this feeling wouldn’t end so soon.
Rad shook his head. “It’s still early, and I’ve arranged for some entertainment for you.”
“More dancing?” Elise sighed.
“No, something of a more carnal nature.” When she raised her head, Rad anticipated her hesitation and silenced her question with another kiss. “If I’m right about you--and I think I am--you’ll find it very arousing, and enlightening. Trust me.”
A short time later, their coach stopped in front of a large brick building. Rad helped Elise out of the coach and escorted her to the door, his arm possessively curled around her waist. He gave four quick pulls of the bell, then one more. A few moments of silence followed, broken suddenly by the sound of a falling chain, rasping bolt and the grind of a key in the lock. The outer door opened and, with a mumbled word from Rad, they were let into the vestibule by someone whom Elise could not see because of the utter darkness.
The inner door opened to reveal a scene of startling Oriental magnificence. Heavily scented air filled her nostrils as they entered the large hall loaded with every gaudy decoration imaginable. The walls were hung with festoons and plaits fresh from some Eastern loom. Tassels of red, green, yellow, blue and tinsel peeped from the swags, matching the multi-colored beadwork that bordered each fold. Lamps shaped like elaborate pagodas illuminated the scene with an eerie violet light, and ceramic dragons lurked in every dim corner. In short, it looked like the decorator had gotten a very good deal on the contents of a defunct Chinese restaurant and packed it all into this one room--Oriental overkill.
Her nose wrinkled as she smelled smoke, a very distinct, sweet-smelling smoke. She recognized it instantly, though she hadn't smelled it
since her college days.
Elise frowned up at Rad. "I think you should know I don’t indulge in illicit drugs.”
“Nor would I ask you to.” He leaned down and gave her a reassuring kiss on the cheek. “I promise, Elise, it’s not my intention to get you intoxicated. I want all your faculties intact.”
The rattle of beads suspended in a nearby doorway signaled the entrance of a black man wearing a ridiculously large turban who beckoned them to follow him behind a scarlet curtain.
With a gentle hand at the base of her spine, Rad urged Elise forward. "Don’t be frightened. You’re safe with me."
They were led into a small, drapery swathed room that smelled of some exotic incense. A pile of enormous satin pillows took up most of the floor space, surrounding a low, intricately carved mahogany table. One wall of the room was mirrored, the others curtained in jewel-toned fabrics. Elise shivered. She was definitely out of her element. At Rad’s gentle direction, she eased herself down onto the soft pile of cushions. The servant took their wraps, then with many smiles and bows, scurried from the room.
Rad seated himself next to her and put an arm behind her back. "Are you quite comfortable? Would you like any refreshments? I could ring for some tea."
Elise peered at their reflections in the mirrored wall. She appeared nearly swallowed up in the voluminous folds of her gown and gaudy mounds of the pillows, and Rad watched her with barely concealed hunger. “I’m a little nervous. Maybe a small glass of wine?”
Rad lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to it. “All right, perhaps just one. But I meant it when I said I don’t want you drunk. I want you to be able to make your own choices, to stop at any time, if that is what you truly want.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You mean I don’t have to do as you say, Mr. Bossy?”
He laughed softly, his dimple deepening. “I won’t force you. But it would make me very happy if you did.”
Rad rang for the servant, and a few minutes later the man returned with a black lacquered tray containing two glasses and a small carafe of wine. Rad poured the wine and handed Elise a glass, then relaxed back against the cushions with his own. He looked entirely too comfortable in this setting, making Elise wonder about the manner in which he usually spent his evenings out.
“Do you come here often?” She sipped her drink.
“On occasion.”
“Do you indulge in the, um, you know, what I smelled in the front room when we came in?”
Rad took a slow sip of wine. “On occasion.” At Elise’s skeptical look, he continued, “Very well. I’ll admit I’ve led a rather dissolute lifestyle the past few years, but maybe it was because I was longing for something I couldn’t have. Now, perhaps, the fates may have at last smiled on me…and Trey.” He leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue gently coaxing hers to play, until her desire began to fire again and she moaned. He pulled back and whispered, “I find you to be much more enticing and intoxicating than any drink or drug I may have indulged in before.”
…and Trey. He was doing it again, including Trey in his seduction, as if he fully intended for Elise to continue on this way, caught between them. “Rad, you’re putting me in a really difficult situation. You know about my feelings for Trey. I-I can’t give him up.”
“You don’t have to.”
“But you’re telling me you want me.”
“I do. Very much.”
Elise groaned. “See that’s what I mean. What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to hurt either one of you. I don’t want to do what Elizabeth did, stringing you along and-”
“Then don’t.”
“But I can’t have you both,” Elise exclaimed, frustrated that he was being so dense.
“What if you could? Would you want that, Elise?” Rad’s gaze sharpened, the black pupils of his eyes nearly swallowing up the golden brown irises.
What? Have them both? Elise’s mouth dropped open.
A bell jingled in the hallway outside their room, the spell broken. Rad kissed her quickly then gave her a sultry smile. “Perhaps you need to think about it a bit more. That bell means it’s time for the evening’s entertainment to begin.”
He got up, dimmed the lamps until the room was nearly dark, then moved to the curtain-covered wall and started to pull back the draperies, revealing a window beneath. Elise sat forward, intrigued. It appeared the window did not look out to the street, but provided a view into another room. The other room was brightly lit, giving them a clear view of its interior while leaving them concealed in the shadows of their own darkened space. It was decorated in much the same fashion as their own, but in the center of the room instead of cushions and a table, there was a large satin-covered bed.
Rad held out his hand to her. “Come, stand. You’ll have a better view.”
Elise went to him and he moved behind her, encircling her with his arms. “What is this? Some kind of peep show?” she whispered, shocked, and yet curious.
Rad chuckled softly next to her ear. “Mm, but a very special one. Just relax and watch.”
Elise held onto Rad’s arms as they pressed around her waist. In the next room, the door opened and a woman entered. She was blonde and voluptuous and very scantily dressed. She wore a long, diaphanous negligee that left very little to the imagination, and white, thigh high stockings, held in place with pink garters, nothing else. A man followed her into the room, crossing over to her and, with no preliminaries, pulled her into a passionate embrace, kissing her thoroughly, his hand tangling into her upswept hair.
“Oh, my,” Elise murmured. “Rad, this is very naughty.”
Rad growled an agreement and bit lightly on the side of her neck. “Just wait. It gets even naughtier.”
As if on cue, another man entered the room. Elise’s breath caught. “Rad,” she whispered. “Are they going to--are they both going to?”
“Yes.” Rad’s lips brushed her ear. “They are. Does that excite you?”
The men were undressing the woman now, their hands skimming over her curves as they exposed them, fondling her breasts, then turning her so her ample bottom faced the window. They caressed and squeezed her buttocks, while she arched her back in pleasure.
Elise tightened her grip on Rad’s arms, her fingers biting into his shirt sleeves as she watched the nineteenth century equivalent of a porno movie. “It shouldn’t, but yes,” she admitted, and let her head fall back against his broad chest, gasping as one of the men brought his hand down on the woman’s backside with a smack that was audible through the window glass. The other man followed on the other buttock. They took turns spanking her as she writhed between them, until her bottom blushed a bright pink.
Elise’s rear still tingled from Rad’s spanking, and seeing the other woman’s blushing cheeks made her realize what her own butt must have looked like under his hand. She moaned as another gush of wetness flooded her now throbbing sex.
Rad lightly sucked her earlobe then whispered, “Would you like me to touch you?” Elise nodded mutely. “Then you’ll have to let go of my arms, darlin’.” She let her hands drop down to caress his thighs, while Rad’s moved up to her bodice. “I’m going to open your dress so I can touch your bare skin.” His fingers deftly untied the silk bow at the top of her neckline, then plucked open the buttons all the way to her waist. He slipped his hands beneath the neckline of her chemise, making a low noise of appreciation as her breasts filled his palms. It felt so good, his hands so warm and strong as he kneaded her mounds, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was sighing and arching her back.
The trio behind the glass had moved into a different position: the blonde was standing between the men, unfastening the trousers of one, while the other pressed up against her back, his hands massaging her hips and behind. Once she freed her lover’s cock, the woman wasted no time bending down to take it in her mouth.
“Look, Elise. She’s sucking that man’s cock deep into her throat while her other lover is getting ready to take her. Watch.”
Rad continued to massage her nipples, making them hard and tingly. “He’s pulling her up and bending her over like that so he can fuck her from behind while the other man fucks her mouth.”
The woman’s back arched with the force of her lover’s first plunge into her body. Elise could hear her muffled shriek through the glass, but the blonde quickly recovered and focused her attention back on the cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Think about how that would feel, sweetheart. To be skewered between two hard cocks fucking your mouth and cunny at the same time. Would you like to experience that?”
Elise bit her lip as he continued to work her breasts. “I don’t know if I could…”
Rad’s hands left her breasts and moved down. He pulled up her skirts, finding her wet, throbbing pussy. “Your body knows.” With one hand, he began a slow assault on her clitoris, while the other delved into her channel, two fingers then three pressing inside. “You’re very excited, very wet. Are you picturing yourself getting fucked like that?”
Yes, damnit. Yes, she was. She was picturing herself with two men--Rad and Trey, both at the same time, and it was driving her wild. She groaned, opening her legs wider for his hands, her hips pumping into his touch.
“Answer me, Elise.”
“Yes!”
“Good girl,” Rad growled in her ear. “Now watch. They’re moving onto the bed. One man’s lying down on his back so she can ride him.” Through the haze of desire, Elise watched the woman climb astride the prone man, lean forward, then sink down onto his cock. The other man moved behind her on his knees and spread the pink globes of her bottom. Rad’s voice was gravelly as he continued, “She’s going to take them both now. Watch. He’s lubricating his cock first. Now, he’s pressing the head against her tight little hole.”