Tasting Pleasure (7 page)

“Quite,” Spiro assured him.

Alicia could breathe again.

“If she can gain some confidence in herself, I think she’ll be one of the best companions you’ve ever had.”

“I agree completely,” Maverick answered. “Alicia, I’ve brought you a dress. Why don’t you slip it on, and then we’ll leave. You must be tired.”

Alicia nodded happily as she donned the dress.

“I believe I have a former companion to deal with. If you’ll excuse me,” Spiro said with a wicked grin. “Alicia, it’s been a pleasure.” He leant over the table to kiss her before opening the curtain and shouting, “Georgina! Come here!”

“You’ve pleased me greatly,” Mr. Devonshire complimented her. “Come. I’m going to take you home now, but I’ll be in touch soon. Be ready for my call.”

Chapter Five

Birthday Cake

(a.k.a. Lord Baltimore Cake
)

Cake

Grease and flour 2 8” layer pans

Sift together:
   
2 cups cake flour

                       
1 1/3 cups sugar

                       
3 teaspoons baking powder

                       
1 teaspoon salt

Add:
               
1/3 cup softened butter

                       
2/3 cup heavy cream

                       
1/2 teaspoon lemon flavouring

                       
1/2 teaspoon vanilla

                       
Rind of one lemon

Beat together for 2 minutes.

Add:
               
another 1/3 cup of cream

                       
4 egg yolks, unbeaten

Beat at medium speed another 2 minutes.

Pour into prepared pans and bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees Fahrenheit) for 30 to 35 minutes.

Pink Frosting:

Boil at 242 degrees Fahrenheit (or until mixture forms a thin thread)

           
1 1/2 cups sugar

           
1/3 cup water

           
1/3 cup maraschino cherry juice

           
1 teaspoon light corn syrup

Beat 2 egg whites stiff. Pouring slowly, add hot mixture.

Add:
 
1/2 teaspoon lemon flavouring

Continue beating until mixture is fluffy and holds its shape.

Filling:

Into 1/3 of Pink Frosting from above, mix roughly ¼ cup each
(according to individual taste)
       
macaroon crumbs

           
chopped and toasted pecans and almonds

           
toasted maraschino cherries, chopped.

Once cake has cooled, spread Filling over one layer. Top with second layer. Cover sides and top with Frosting.

True to his word, Maverick never interfered with Alicia’s professional responsibilities. A few days after the auction, he had called ‘requesting’ her presence, but she had been at a crucial stage in preparing a special birthday meal for a client. The cake was a bit tricky, so she had not been able to accommodate him. She had worried that Maverick would be disappointed, possibly even angry with her for being unavailable, but he had graciously suggested a more convenient time. While she had received a ’consequence‘ of twenty swats with the leather paddle for being three minutes late in arriving at his home, Maverick had not been disappointed in the least by her prior commitment.

Alicia smiled as she touched up her lipstick before entering Maverick’s home. A week after the auction, Maverick had instructed her to dress with special care for a special evening—a black, strapless corset, stockings, heels—and nothing else. Mr. Devonshire had graciously allowed her to wrap a sarong around her waist before leaving the security of the car, however she had not been allowed to wear it in the car nor once she entered the house. Due to the strapless top, she had still garnered quite a few intrigued stares as she had driven the distance to his home. Mr. Devonshire had also stated that she could bring with her a small overnight bag containing lower heels and a dress. But, he had warned, under no circumstances could she pack undergarments of any kind.

Unable to control herself, Alicia wriggled with anticipation. If Maverick was allowing her to bring an overnight bag, then that must mean he meant her to stay the night. If he meant her to stay the night, then that might just mean he planned to use her for an extended time since it was barely three o’clock in the afternoon now—the time when she had been instructed to arrive. Maverick had also hinted that a ‘surprise’ would be awaiting her.
           

Alicia knew Maverick had other companions, but despite being loaned to a friend of his once, she had never enjoyed the opportunity of meeting another of his companions. She supposed that while some people might feel jealousy at this prospect, she felt only curiosity and nervousness. It made perfect sense to her that Mr. Devonshire’s needs would be wide and varied. Therefore if he wanted to engage the services of other companions, that was fine with her. As long as he was happy, she was happy. Besides, perhaps she could learn from another companion. She felt that certain areas of her performance could use improvement, and some tips from another woman might be helpful. For example, despite some basic anal training, she still had difficulty accepting Mr. Devonshire into her arsehole. Maybe she needed a different enema routine or perhaps she just needed to relax her muscles more.

Alicia ran her braid through her hand, making sure it was neat and tidy, then opened the door to Mr. Devonshire’s home. Once inside, she immediately went to the playroom, placed her bag in the closet, knelt facing the door and placed her forehead on the floor, her hands palm down on either side of her head. She concentrated on her breathing, centring her mind. Within a few moments, the stress of the outside world left her and she contentedly awaited his arrival.

When Mr. Devonshire finally opened the door, she nearly jumped with surprise. Knowing his expectations, however, she remained motionless. Sometimes he walked to a chair or poured himself a glass of whiskey before commanding her to greet him. Other times he expected an immediate greeting. Whatever his desire, Alicia knew enough to await his pleasure before moving so much as an eyelash. Once, she had risen to her knees before his command and had suffered the consequences. After being tied to the centre pole with her hands above her head, Mr. Devonshire had forced her to watch him masturbate until he sprayed his seed over her body. The torment of seeing him but being unable to touch him in any manner had reduced her to begging for his forgiveness. Only after she tearfully and sincerely begged had he finally released her from bondage and allowed her to greet him. Therefore, when she heard the soft pad of a second pair of footsteps, she was not even tempted to peek, despite her natural curiosity.

“Greet me,” Maverick commanded.

Alicia raised herself to a kneeling position and immediately released him from his trousers. Without preamble she took his manhood into her mouth, sucking her greeting and cradling his warm balls in her hands. She could not contain a soft moan of pleasure at the taste of his skin. While she took pride in her service to Mr. Devonshire, she took pleasure in her greeting. When she felt his hand on her head gently pushing her away, she almost, but not quite, leaned against him in protest. She had learned to control herself a few weeks prior when she had grasped his arse, desperate for him to allow her to continue her service. As a punishment she was caned, whipped and, most devastating of all, denied the pleasure of him inside of her for a full week. She had learned her lesson well.

“Stand,” Maverick said as he held out his hand to assist her.

It never ceased to amaze Alicia how a man so demanding in his service requirements was also, without fail, a gentleman.

“Alicia, I want you to meet another of my companions,” he said. “This is Megan. Alicia has been with me for only a few months, Megan, so she is still a novice, but a very adept one. Show her a proper greeting.”

Alicia wasn’t quite sure what to expect as she gazed at the lovely woman standing before her. Megan’s short blonde hair fringed her pixie-like face. Despite her small, angular features, Megan topped Alicia’s height by a good three inches. She also wore heels, stockings and a corset, but while Alicia’s ensemble was black, Megan’s was a pure, virginal white. While Megan hurried to comply with Maverick’s command, Alicia noticed a tiny flicker in her eyes. Was that resentment she saw before the blonde dropped her gaze?

Unsure of how to react, Alicia stood still as Megan wrapped her arms around her and kissed her full on the lips.

“You should return the greeting,” Maverick encouraged.

Alicia reached around Megan, returning the hug and kiss, offering a small welcoming smile. Alicia felt herself blush as she realised how her body was reacting to the softness of the other woman.

“I felt it was time the two of you met. Alicia, I have honoured you by sharing you with one of my male friends. Now it is time you learn to ‘expand’, shall we say. Tonight you will learn the pleasure of teamwork. You will both service me. I will require a bath and a massage. Megan has a gift for both therapeutic and sensual massage. You will assist her. You will each work together—in harmony and silence. Any mistakes will have consequences. It matters not who makes the mistake or who receives the consequence since you are both equally responsible for my pleasure. Do you have any questions?” Maverick asked as he began to undress himself.

With a quick glance in Megan’s direction, Alicia frowned in confusion. A shiver of apprehension wove its way through her as she noticed Megan’s slightly contemptuous look.

“No, Mr. Devonshire,” Megan replied. “You will receive all the pleasure you desire and deserve.”

Maverick simply raised his eyebrows as Alicia took the initiative and began to fill the tub with warm water. Megan hurried to add soothing bath salts. When the tub was filled, Alicia turned off the water and knelt before Maverick, silently beseeching him to relax in the fragrant water. Maverick brushed a hand over her head and eased himself into the tub.

Megan walked over to the wet bar and filled a glass with whiskey. After delivering it to Maverick, she removed her heels and sat on the tub behind him, allowing her stocking-covered legs to soak in the water. Gently she began kneading his shoulders. Alicia, not sure of her place, simply knelt before the tub and observed the other woman’s movements, trying to gage the expression on Maverick’s face. She noticed that Megan kept at least one hand on his shoulders, neck or head at all times. Her movements were strong and steady but also slow and sensuous. Within a few moments, Maverick leaned his head back to rest in her lap.

Feeling that three would crowd the bath too much, Alicia chose to prepare for Maverick’s exodus from the water. She stood and placed two bottles of sandalwood scented oil on the end tables flanking the bed. Next, she placed a large towel on the polished floor so Megan could dry herself. She also gathered a large, fluffy towel in her arms and stood awaiting further instruction. A few minutes later, Maverick opened his eyes and smiled at her. Alicia blushed with pleasure and returned the smile.

When Maverick stood, Alicia went to work drying him. She gently rubbed the towel over his muscular body, beginning with his shoulders and chest, working her way down his torso, his back. She bit back a sigh of pleasure, staring in abject appreciation of the man’s body. He was not exactly ’ripped‘, but he certainly was in shape. She lingered slightly over his well toned buttocks, caressing as well as drying the taut skin. She knelt, allowing the towel to absorb the moisture on his thighs, his calves. When she got to his feet, inspiration struck. He had once said that he wanted her to take the initiative once she learned what pleased him. She laid the towel beside her, ignored the pricking of the tight corset against her ribs, and bent over his feet, licking off the remaining droplets of water. When she finished, she remained in a kneeling position and placed her forehead on the floor before him, pleased with her performance.

Maverick must have also been pleased, for he reached down and raised her chin so she was able to look at him.

“Good girl,” he said. “Stand.”

Alicia did so, remaining silent. She glanced at Megan who had availed herself of the towel and now stood with head bowed, again wearing her heels. She must have sensed Alicia’s gaze because she raised her head and glared at Alicia from the corner of her eyes. Alicia frowned. Why should Megan glare at her? What had she done? They were both companions, both there to serve Mr. Devonshire. Unfortunately, this digression of thought caused Alicia to miss Maverick’s movement towards the bed.

“Alicia,” he said sharply.

She jumped and blushed in embarrassment. Again, she caught Megan’s smirk at this reprimand and wondered at it.

Maverick lay face down on the bed as the two girls took positions on either side of him. They each reached for a bottle of oil, poured a small amount in their hands and began to work the scented oil into Maverick’s warmed skin. Beginning with his neck and shoulders, they worked their way down his body, ending with his feet. At this point, he flipped over onto his back and they began the journey upwards. This time, however, Megan grasped his penis in her mouth and began to slowly suck as Alicia massaged his muscles. Alicia was impressed by Megan’s ability to suck on him, knowing first hand that the diameter of his manhood often caused her jaws to ache. A few minutes later, Megan raised herself from Maverick’s staff, gasping for air. Alicia, not wanting Maverick to be deprived of his pleasure, swooped in. She closed her eyes as she tasted Megan’s lip gloss and Maverick’s flesh. Within seconds, she felt a shift on the bed as Megan took over the massage. She squirmed joyfully when she felt Maverick’s hand on her head, playing with her hair. When he pushed gently on her forehead, she sat up, waiting for further instructions.