Divertissement (5 page)

Jane
sighed.
“Any minute now.
There’s not much you can do
about it.”

 
“My dear, there’s always something you can do.
Might not be much but at least I can lessen Annie’s awkwardness. And I thought
Mark had some common sense.” Better not make comments about their host. He was
Jane’s partner after all. Ellen looked around the kitchen. A basket of fresh
rolls sat waiting. “We’re eating in the dining room, right?” Jane’s nod
confirmed. “Then let me put the bread out. I’ve finished the strawberries.”

She
grabbed the basket and darted through the doorway into the dining room.

Perfect.
She could take as long as she pleased setting out the bread. Maybe she’d put
out a roll on each bread plate and arrange them to geometrical precision.
All the while having a grandstand view of the front drive and
anyone who arrived.

Jane had
been right. She didn’t have to wait long. Mark’s shiny green vehicle purred up
the drive and came to a standstill. Annie got out, glanced at John’s car but
didn’t seem to recognize it. The front door bell rang. Alan opened it, with
John on his heels.

Ellen gave
them two minutes for polite greetings and delight etcetera, etcetera then
breezed
though
the doorway into the hall.

“Annie!”
She was across the floor and hugging Annie before anyone had a chance to
register.
“Wonderful to see you, what a fantastic surprise!
How are you, darling? You look marvelous. Not long now until school breaks up,
is it? I bet you’re counting the days.”

She was
babbling a bit but it had worked.

“Auntie
Ellie,” Annie said as Ellen released her. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Nor me
you, dear. I think they set it up as a treat for both of us.” Was it her
imagination or was John fighting to hold back a smile?
“Never
mind that.
I’m helping Jane get the table set. We’re almost ready.”
Ellen gave her a final hung and whispered, “Play it ever so cool, my dear.” And
smiled oh so sweetly at the trio of men watching them. “Looks like a wonderful
lunch. Oh well, I’d better give you back to Mark, no doubt he’s got plans.”

Ellen
turned back to the dining room, but not before noticing the surprise in Mark’s
face, the utter astonishment on Alan’s and yes, she’d been right, the corners
of John’s mouth were quirked up in that sexy smile. He was fighting to hold
back a grin. Really, she expected better control from a Dominant.

“Mission
accomplished,” she whispered to Jane, who was staring from the kitchen. “I
think she’ll be able to cope now.”

“I
dunno
,” Jane replied. “I saw the look on her face when you
turned around and she noticed your marks.”

Darn it!
“Good thing she didn’t see them last night. But honestly, what does she expect?
She knows what John’s like and she knows I like him, so…” Ellen shook her head.
Annie was just going to have to get over it.

“Aunt
Ellie!”

Ellen
turned. There was Annie, naked, apart from a rather fetching heavy gold chain
around her neck, and fighting shyness.
Time for another hug.
“Honestly, my dear, you look prettier every time I see you. You and Jane are so
young you make me feel like a crone.”

That had
the desired effect. Between the joint denials and reassurance, Annie saying she
wanted to be just like her Aunt Ellie when she grew up and Jane repeating that
line about her old aunts, they got the meal on the table and Annie was able to
stroll into the lounge and announce the meal was ready without the slightest
appearance of awkwardness.

Mark had
damn well better be proud of Annie.

Which he obviously was.

And the
meal was exactly as John said—a lunch for her to meet more of his friends.
Could have been in any house in the Home Counties on a Saturday
afternoon.
Although she imagined in most of them the women kept their
clothes on.

Conversation
was great. They all ended up in stitches when Annie told them how the entire
staff room at school had entertained themselves with a flasher doll she’d
confiscated from a student.

“Did you
give it back?” Alan asked.

“Not yet.
Imagine the fun they’d have on the bus? I told him if he wanted it back his
mother or father would have to collect it. Meanwhile, I keep it in my desk
drawer under a packet of computer paper.”

“Why computer paper?”
Mark asked.

“Because
otherwise I get flashed every time I open the drawer.”

The
child—no, she had to stop thinking of Annie as a child—would do well. She had a
job she liked, confidence and a lover who met her needs.

And that
was about the most risqué story told around the table. They talked about summer
holidays, the best sort of hedge to keep out neighbors’ dogs and the pros and
cons of hybrid cars. All very nice really, and it had been wonderful to see
Annie—much as she still rather despised the underhanded ploy involved—but as
they stood to clear the table, and John stroked Ellen’s
arse
as she reached for the dish of whipped cream, something she’d kept coiled up
the past couple of hours burst inside her.

Just being
naked beside him made her horny and the touch was like flipping a switch.

“John,”
she said, turning to him as she put the dish back on the table.
“How about an extra pudding?
There’s just enough whipped
cream left, I believe.”

It took
him all of three seconds to get her gist.

“Here and
now?”

“Why not?
Whipped cream doesn’t keep well.” Just to make sure there
was no misunderstanding, Ellen dipped her finger in the cream and, keeping her
eyes on his, put her finger in her mouth and sucked.
Slowly.

He
laughed, the wondrously sexy, “I’m going to get you later but right now you can
do what you want” laugh was all the encouragement she needed. “Stand up.”

She
reached to undo his belt. He beat her to it but didn’t miss the opportunity to
give it a nice crack before he draped it over a spare chair. She was no doubt
going to get it later on but it would be worth it.

In a
moment, John had his trousers and underwear over the same chair and was seated.
Waiting.
She’d chosen to ignore the socks and shoes
he’d kept on and knelt at his feet. He obligingly parted his legs for her and
she moved closer.

She
wondered if the gasp was from Annie or Jane. Do them good, they’d been a little
too solicitous of her age. Better let them see what she could still do.

She’d been
right about just enough leftover whipped cream to cover John’s rapidly
hardening cock. She grabbed a used napkin off the table to protect the seat and
got to work, spreading the cream neatly and thoroughly and very, very slowly.
By the time she finished, he was as hard as she’d ever seen him.

Ellen
leaned back on her heels to admire her handiwork and, just for
fun,
she looked up at him, met his smile with one of her own
and licked her lips.

Chairs
shifted. Someone wanted a better view.
Time to give them—and
John—a show.

She leaned
forward and licked off the tiniest smidgen of cream. She didn’t actually touch
his cock, just licked off a trace of cream with the tip of her tongue and
brushed the cream over her lips before licking them clean.
All
the while meeting his eyes.

His Adam’s
apple jerked as he swallowed.

Good.

They were
both going to enjoy this.

She bent
her head and gently circled the head of his cock with her lips and let her
tongue play the whipped cream until she felt the smooth skin beneath. She
pulled away and sat back on her heels as she licked her lips clean.
Very, very slowly.

John
raised his eyebrows at her and she half expected him to say something but he
didn’t. Just let his glance fix on her breasts.

Damn! What
was it with him? Her nipples hardened as he watched and her clit began the
slow, sweet throb that put a smile on her face and had her bending back to the
business at hand.

This time
she ran her tongue down one side of his cock, slowly and very thoroughly, then
came back up to lick off most of the cream. Since the catch in his breathing
implied he liked that, she did the same up and down the other side.

Ellen
paused to survey her handiwork and realized she’d barely made inroads into the
cream. So what? This wasn’t the time to worry about calories or cholesterol.

Instead,
she circled his cock with her lips and worked her way down, licking and sucking
down to the root, then easing her lips up and down while her tongue curled and
swirled until all she tasted was skin.
Hot, hard, male skin.

As she
knelt between John’s thighs, his hand resting on her head, a wild rush of power
and desire flooded her. She so loved this! To think there were women who
scorned to kneel at their lover’s feet. Who thought this to be subservient,
demeaning. Ellen knew the truth. This was the ultimate female power. To hold
his cock between her lips, feel his erection against her tongue and to know she
had the power to maim, injure or give them
both the
absolute…or
one of the absolutes of pleasure.

She took
him all the way back then eased up and down as her lips caressed
him,
her tongue circled and teased the head of his cock and
around the sensitive rim. Ellen was almost lost to time and the place, caught
up in the sheer joy and mind-fogging pleasure of his cock in her mouth and his
hands on her hair, when he said, “Enough, my love,” and eased her head away.

Stunned,
confused, she looked up at him.

“We’ll
finish this together,” he said, and taking both her hands, helped her to her
feet.

She wasn’t
exactly steady and a quick glance at the wide eyes and astonished faces around
them didn’t exactly help.

“John,”
she said, having not the slightest idea what to say next.

He didn’t
hesitate. Or only long enough to put his arm around her waist and ask Alan,
“All right if we borrow your spare room?”

She was
far, far too old to blush but managed it all the same.

“Go
ahead,” Alan replied, “on the left at the top of the stairs. You know the way.
Take your time. I think I’ll have Jane look for more whipped cream.”

She could
have told them she’d used the lot but was running so fast after John—he did
have her hand in his after all—that she was halfway up the wide staircase
before the thought sprang to mind. Then they were on the landing and headed for
the room on the left. When John opened the door, pulled her through and pinned
her against the wall, she didn’t have brain space for any more thoughts.

He
plastered his mouth on hers, kissing until he left her gasping for breath and
aching for more. “John,” she whimpered as he ran his hands down over her
breasts before he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her.

“I know,”
he replied, pressing her against the door for support as he lowered her and
impaled her on his cock.

For a
fleeting second she wondered if the others were listening on the stairs, but
then he pressed even deeper and her mind as good as shorted out.

Nothing in
the world mattered but his cock and the wild thrusts of his hips as he drove
her higher and faster in a whirlwind of desire, need and exhilaration as her
mind and body raced toward climax. A voice in her head was screaming her joy, a
being deep inside her soul was roaring with satisfaction, and the muscles,
nerves and molecules in her body thrilled at the raging joy as John fucked her
to orgasm.

Spent and
satiated, she sagged against the door, but he wasn’t done yet. He continued the
wild rhythm until he came, taking her with him this time.

He eased
out of her and she pretty much wobbled until he grabbed her and whisked her
across the room to the bed where they just about collapsed on the candlewick
bedspread.

“Oh my
God,” she said. “You’re quite wonderful.”

“I could
say the same,” he replied, stretching out beside her.
“Although
you did come without permission.”

“I did,
didn’t I?” Oh well, too late now. She couldn’t bottle it back up. She wasn’t
even sure she could stand.

“Never
mind,” he replied, brushing her hair off her sweaty face to kiss her forehead.
“Give me a good reason to punish you very soon.”

“Better
wait until the marks fade from last night. I know Annie gave me a couple of odd
looks, and if I get run over by a bus, they might ask tricky questions.”

“Where I’m
taking you, there are no buses.”

Ah!
Had to be his cottage in Cornwall.
Very
nice.
She wouldn’t mind a session in his attic playroom.
After she took a nice, long nap.
Damn! She couldn’t go to
sleep. They were in Alan and Jane’s house and soon needed to get back on the
road.