Gemini Heat (14 page)

'How do you serve him?' Delia persisted, her voice breaking slightly as Elf began anointing her body. Starting with the twin hollows of Delia's groin, she slid the oil around in tiny circular movements, the action precise and tantalising. She went nowhere near Delia's labia or clitoris, but the sensations were already unbearable. Delia bucked her hips and whimpered.

'I rise at five-thirty and take my master a glass of hot water with his favourite herbal infusion. As he drinks this, I lay out his exercise clothing. He either runs, or trains with light weights.' Her fingertips dove in harder then and made Delia's vulva pout open and her clitoris lift at its centre. 'But before he dresses, I relieve his erection with my fingers or lips so he can exercise without distraction or discomfort.'

It was said with perfect, quiet calm, but its effect on Delia was immediate. Her clitoris shuddered with pleasure, then seemed to pump waves of it out through her body. She cried out, clawing at the leather of the couch and kicking her heels; orgasming in her fingers and toes as well as her genitals. The ecstasy was total and all the more wonderful for its cause ... the thought of Elf with Jake's penis in her mouth; his flesh between her soft red lips.

As the moment enveloped her, Delia grabbed roughly at Elf's slim hand and jammed it between her own legs. In heaven, she rocked her fluidised sex against it, and rode out the deep-seated spasms on the vee of Elf's fingers and thumb. Her love-dew ran everywhere, its flow thick and slippy as it mixed with the warm scented oil.

The room was air-conditioned, but as she lay still, getting her breath back, Delia felt her limbs had melted. She listened intently to Elf's spicy description of her master's most intimate toilette. She moved slightly, from time to time, to facilitate the continuing massage, but apart from this she was just a floating, nerveless blob of oil and blissful secretions. A most pungent prize indeed, she thought wryly, wondering how Jake would react if he came in now and smelt her . . .

'I'd like to have a bath, please, before I see Jake . . .'

Elf looked up from her work on Delia's left ankle, her smile inscrutable, 'Of course. I'll see to it.' She pummelled out a last kink of tension, then set the finished leg down on the couch. 'Why not just relax here for a few minutes? And I'll prepare a tub.'

'Yes, that'd be lovely,' Delia answered with gratitude, then let her eyelids flutter closed. She needed time to herself now. To think, undistracted.

I must be a bisexual then . . .

Her sex shivered at the word. Tempted to touch herself, she posed several other pertinent questions to herself.

What about Deana? Was she the same? She'd always been bolder where sex was concerned. Maybe she'd been with a woman already? It'd be typical of her, she liked to try new things. And she
had
been a bit cagey about her meeting with Vida Mistry. Was this something that even Deana was embarrassed to admit to? The yearning for female flesh . . .

But what about me? Delia pondered, aware she'd been evading the main issue. She sneaked a long, admiring glance at the calm and self-possessed Elf.

The Japanese woman was so elegant and deft in her movements. Swishing precious essences into the swirling, pond-sized bath, then laying out stacks of fluffy towels. With grace and care, she set out porcelain bowls full of fruit-shaped soaps, and lotions and talcs in beautiful cut-glass containers. Elf was lithe and sleek and slender, her gilded skin superb. Beneath the thin silk of her bra and pants her body seemed to radiate perfection.

But is it Elf I actually want? thought Delia, still confused. Or is she just a surrogate ... a replacement for Jake?

Delia sat up on the couch. She felt restless and sexually needy in spite of her climaxes, but suddenly that made her smile. There
was
plenty left •. . . Her labia were still puffy and sensitised. She was engorged and ready to be touched again. Or sucked. Or buffeted by a strong man's body as his penis drove into her channel.

She put her hand down and stroked herself, knowing that for all the pleasure she'd taken from Elf, it was something less refined she wanted now. Something crude. And though she'd always flinched from saying it, just one word could express the craving.

She wanted to be fucked. She wanted Jake's cock inside her, and this time she wanted all her wits about her too. Eyes wide open. No grey areas. She wanted to know what he felt like inside her, and to see his reactions to being there.

No fantasies, no dreams, just Jake de Guile shafting her to glory and beyond. Ready for him now, she leapt lightly from the couch and smiled at Elf. The delicate Japanese had turned towards her, as if uncannily sensing her awakeness.

'How's my bath coming along?' Delia enquired, feeling a
frisson
of pleasure at the confidence that rang in her voice.

Elf made a gracious, bowing gesture towards the pool, then stepped forward with a thin strip of ribbon. To tie up her honoured charge's hair before guiding her into the water.

How beautiful they look, thought the man studying the monitor.

His irreplaceable Elf - and now this new one. This brown-haired Italianate Ferraro with her lovely confusion, her unnaturally hot body, and her volatile responses. What would she say if she knew he was watching her? That there was a tiny but all-seeing camera concealed in the bathing room's fanciful cornicing? He imagined the indignation, the righteous female wrath she'd feign. And it would be feigned, because he already sensed that exposure both thrilled and aroused her.

These girls were superb, he decided, well satisfied with such an apposite pairing. Slender geisha-like Elf, so dark, graceful and precise; Dee, also dark, also slim, but earthier and fruitier somehow. She was wild and steaming, an animal for all her pretentions of refinement. He blessed his luck - and his judgement - in selecting her. When she cried out in pleasure he flipped open the wings of his robe and played his fingers down the length of his cock.

As his hand moved in a familiar rhythm, he watched the strong slender line of Elf's hand, wedged against Dee's open crotch. It excited him even more that the new girl had put it there herself.

His guest was the one who was working, that was clear. She was jerking herself off, riding the vee between Elf's fingers and thumb, actively creating her own stimulation instead of lying back and letting it happen. The way she writhed made his balls twitch and ache.

She was just what he needed right now. His optimum woman. And as he observed her rocking and whimpering, he searched through his own pleasure zones. There was a uniquely sensitive area beneath the mushroom-shaped head of his penis . . . Yes! He found it - purely by touch - and groaned out loud, his eyes locked on the screen and the image of the climaxing Dee.

He felt elated that she was so new and unjaded. She was a nymph, and perfect for games. Familiar well-used scenes would be fresh with her, revived. She was canny yet innocent, and so delicious and adorable that he wanted to lick her breasts this instant and put his fingers inside her vagina. He wanted to stroke her and touch her, play in her soft sexy furrow and fondle her dark anal cleft. He wanted to molest her tight little bottom, even though he knew it would initially disgust her. She'd hate it and she'd fight, but then she'd be hotter than ever. Squeezing his glans, he wished he had a covert radio link as well as closed circuit TV. That way, he could relay his instructions to Elf, direct the action, and make Dee take the caresses he ordered.

Uncannily, as if she seemed to hear him, Dee rolled over. Her firm breasts bulged out from beneath her as Elf began working her shoulders. Jake knew that strong firm stroke himself, and it didn't surprise him when Dee responded. The prone woman bore down against the couch and with a faint, broken sob - so clear through the hi-tech speaker - she eased apart her legs and wriggled.

Jake moaned too, his penis huge and throbbing. With his free hand, he thumbed the zoom button and the camera seemed to close in tight on the deep, shadowy chasm between Dee's round buttocks. His balls jumped dangerously and he knew he was right on the edge, imagining the hot, tight grip of that silky, split-peach bottom.

She'd protest, of course. She'd complain and try and squirm out from under him. He pictured her thrashing, twisting, trying to protect that forbidden and vulnerable entrance from the push of his violating organ.

But he'd get his way. Either through force of will or by far more gentle means. He'd finger her sex until her anus pulsed and opened. As it fluttered on the screen, he mentally put Dee in restraint.

They were in a feather bed together, he fantasised, and she was face down, her narrow wrists handcuffed to the headrail. Her bottom was raised and ready for him, lifted by a thick silk bolster beneath her pelvis. Enhancing the fantasy, he decided that she wasn't naked. Instead she was almost prudishly clothed in a Victorian winceyette night-gown, and this angelic, voluminous garment made her situation ten times as lewd. Her arms and shoulders were enveloped in the soft, chaste fabric, but the long creamy skirt was folded up, neatly, and pinned at the small of her back.

She was perfectly covered and modest from the waist up, but with her pale twitching rump all displayed like two perfectly sculpted orbs. Spheres of unsullied woman-flesh on which to gorge his perverted appetites. She could struggle all she liked, but if he took hold of her thighs, positioned himself between her cheeks, and just leaned forwards, he could take her virgin bottom with ease.

Lost in his obscene, dark dreams, he fell back, ignoring the TV monitor, and paraded other visions through his mind. As his engulfing hand dashed to and fro, he imagined Dee in a dozen grossly ravished poses.

He saw Elf holding Dee's hands while he inserted objects in her body. Vibrators in her vagina and her bottom, and his penis in her willing open mouth. He almost felt her gurgling around him as the relentless, infernal technology played havoc with her sex and her rectum.

He saw her strapped in a frame, bent at the waist, being buggered by Fargo as Mistry applied a black crop - with chilling accuracy - across her churning, uptilted backside.

He saw himself, taking her gently and with consent, pushing his shaft tenderly and carefully into her well-greased bottom. They were lying on a soft, plush rug, rocking together, joined. The rug was by a window that looked out onto a garden. She'd cry with pleasure as he moved in her anus and reached around her to titillate her clitoris. He heard her call out his name in gratitude as an orgasm gripped her and her bottom rippled gorgeously around him.

'Dee,' he moaned softly, then came in a warm, thick surge that splashed semen across his open brown thighs.

Delia was a connoisseur of baths. A lingerer, a soaker, she wallowed for hours at weekends when time wasn't pressing.

But she'd never had a bath as sybaritic and luxurious as this one. Elf conducted the proceedings in the traditional Japanese style, and Delia just went with the long flow of pampering. She was washed - everywhere - whilst sitting on a little wooden stool set on the tiles beside the bath-pool. She was even led to the lavatory, her performance there supervised in a way that was both unnerving and erotic. Finally, she was allowed to submerge slowly and blissfully into water of just the right temperature. Not red hot, like a real Japanese bath, because that would've made her sweaty and flustered. This pool was just delicately and silkily tepid, and perfumed with roses and jasmine.

She was dozing when a soft hand touched her on the shoulder. 'OK, Dee?' enquired Elf gently, crouching at the side of the bath, her loose bra hanging free of her body. Her breasts were completely visible.

Her beauty made Delia wakeful. She sat up in the water, showing her fuller, plumper breasts in return. Elf smiled, her dark eyes gleaming, but her actions and demeanour were quiet and completely asexual. She helped Delia out of the water and towelled her dry. With neatness and delicacy, she smoothed Delia's body with a perfumed lotion and her face with an expensive French moisturiser. She gave her a new and subtly sensual make-up and brushed her hair into a lush, gleaming fall.

The final touch was a pearl necklace which she clasped around Delia's throat. A single, heavy, breath-catching row of perfect satin-pink spheres. The jewels were obviously and frighteningly real, and as Delia stood before a long portrait mirror, she fingered them in awe and wonder. A matched string like this must be worth thousands. It made her nervous to wear them. They were probably the most rare and costly thing she'd ever had next to her skin. Except Jake himself, of course.

'It's time now, Dee,' said Elf from just behind her, smiling at their reflections in the mirror.

'But what about clothes?'

'He wants you naked,' the Japanese woman said simply, taking Delia's hand and already urging her to follow.

'But I can't—' Delia protested. The words were negative but she was already moving forward . . .

'You can!' Elf laughed softly, opening the door to the passage and pushing Delia gently outside. 'You're beautiful, Dee. Your body is perfect. It's too gorgeous to hide. Come on.'

Strolling bare-arsed through the corridors of Jake's wonderful house was a strangely sensual experience. The decor was rich, layered and opulent; and she was nude. Her surroundings were formal and classical; and she was a naked offering, ready only to be screwed and enjoyed. She was in a palace, her Prince's palace; and she was his undraped possession.