Tasting Pleasure (8 page)

She watched as Maverick pulled Megan to him and kissed her passionately. He pushed her to the bed and climbed on top of her. Alicia smiled, sensing a growing warmth inside of herself, thoroughly enjoying the beauty of Maverick’s moving body. Unable to stop herself, she began to touch his arse, rub it, caress it. Soon she bent over that beautiful orb and began to kiss it. She matched her movements to his, gently spreading his cheeks and licking his arsehole. When it was good and slick, she slowly inserted a finger still coated with oil and pressed against Maverick’s prostrate. Maverick threw his head back and cried out as he came deep inside of the lithesome blonde. Megan also cried out, her thighs clenching around Maverick’s legs as the two shared orgasmic pleasures. When the tremors subsided and Maverick collapsed atop Megan, Alicia grinned, happy with her role. True, she would have liked to have felt Maverick inside of her as well, but as his companion, that was his choice, not hers. She knew, eventually, her aching, wet pussy would be attended to as well. And in the meantime, watching the beauty of his movements enthralled her.

Finally, Maverick rolled off Megan and pulled both women into his arms, kissing both of them. Alicia snuggled against him.

“Alicia,” Maverick began, “tell me what you learned this evening.”

“Well, Mr. Devonshire, I would say that I’ve learned that pleasing you is my passion, but I learned that lesson weeks ago. So I suppose I learned that seeing you with another companion has taught me that your needs are many and I cannot hope to fulfil them all.”

“And did you find yourself jealous?”

Alicia considered a moment. “No,” she admitted. “I thought I would be. I knew you had other companions, and the idea of them caused me to feel sparks of jealousy, but tonight, meeting Megan and seeing her serve you—no, I’m not jealous. I just want to please you. In doing so, I find my own release.”

“Are you angry or even upset that I gave Megan my essence?” he persisted.

“Again, sir,” she considered, “I thought I would be. I thought if I didn’t receive you that I had failed you, that you were disappointed in me.”

At this point, Megan raised herself to her elbows and watched Alicia carefully.

“But I felt none of that. I was simply pleased, honoured even, to be part of your pleasure. It’s your choice as to whom you give your cum to. My desire is that you find pleasure. I can’t deny that my body is aching for release, but I know my place—it is to serve you.”

“Interesting,” Maverick observed, “and honest.” He kissed her forehead.

“And you, Megan, what do you think of Alicia?” He looked at the blonde woman.

Megan lowered her eyes respectfully and fidgeted just a bit.

“Well…” she began.

Maverick’s eyes hardened. “I asked a question. You know I expect an immediate and truthful answer. To dawdle is to incur a consequence.”

“Yes, sir. I apologise,” she said remorsefully. “It’s just that you’ve been spending quite a bit of time with this new companion. I think I understand why.”

“And why is that?” Maverick prodded.

“Honestly, Mr. Devonshire, she seems a little slow,” Megan hedged.

Alicia looked at Megan in shock. What could she mean?

“How so?” Maverick countered.

“Well, she’s hesitant. She seems to wait for someone else to tell her what to do. She took her time in preparing for you to leave the bath, the bottles of oil were not symmetrically placed. She was even daydreaming instead of watching you. You actually had to call her over to the bed! She’s also an opportunist,” Megan whispered, glancing at Alicia. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. When I stopped to take a quick breath while sucking Mr. Devonshire, you just leapt in and took my place.” Megan shook her head as a tear formed in her eye.

“What do you have to say for yourself, Alicia?” Maverick demanded.

“I…ah…I’m sorry if you feel that way, Megan, but that was not my intent. I admit I was thinking of other things at one point. I’m sorry, Mr. Devonshire, that you had to call for me. I fully expect and deserve punishment.” She nodded as Maverick’s only response was to raise one eyebrow. Yes, she would suffer consequences. She felt moisture begin to gather already. Nonetheless, she should never have allowed Megan to distract her.

“But an opportunist? No. I simply saw Megan becoming fatigued and rather than have your cock unattended, I took over. In truth, I didn’t consider her feelings—or my own for that matter. My only concern was that you had been left alone. I wanted to rectify that situation.”

“And well you should have,” Maverick commended. “No, Megan, I saw no opportunistic behaviour. Nor did I see any hesitation on her part—except for the incident you both mentioned. And yes, Alicia, there will be a punishment for the breach.” Maverick turned away from her and held Megan’s face in his hands.

Alicia felt bereft at her failure.

“I also saw why she was distracted. You, Megan, did feel jealousy. You resented Alicia’s presence. You felt threatened by her. This is not the first time you have been jealous of another companion, is it?” he scolded. “That emotion transmitted itself to your actions, your expressions. I’ve been too lenient with you. The fault is mine, but if you wish to remain with me, you must remember your place and the contract you signed.”

“No, Maverick, please let me explain…” she began. Her eyes widened in shock as she must have realised she had used his first name.

Alicia held her breath, feeling nothing but sympathy for the other woman. If Maverick had issued such a strong warning to her, especially intimating the possibility of leaving him, she would have been devastated. At the same time, she knew that Megan had breached the contract. She had put her own feelings and needs before her Master’s. A companion should never do that.

“Go to the post,” Maverick quietly said.

Megan hung her head as she walked to the pole in the centre of the room. Maverick went to a closet and removed a length of rope.

“Hold out your hands,” he commanded.

Megan did so. She stood perfectly still as Maverick wrapped the rope around both of her wrists, securing the end in a knot. He lifted her arms and attached the rope to the carabineer at the top of the pole. He then walked to the wall where the paddles, whips and canes were displayed and selected a whip.

He began gently flipping the ends of it over Megan’s white arse, lower back and exposed thighs. Ever so slowly he began to pick up velocity, increasing the strength of the blows. Soon, her arse pinked and then reddened, the colour standing out in stark contrast against the white stockings and corset. Megan began to squirm, and soft moans escaped her. Maverick never varied his rhythm, he simply continued to increase the strength of each blow until Megan strained against the pole, crying out with each flick of the whip. She wiggled around, trying to avoid the blows. Alicia too began to cry. Why didn’t the girl just stand still and take it? By moving and trying to avoid the blows, she surely would only bring on a worse consequence. Alicia also remembered Mr. Devonshire’s warning that they would both be punished for any infraction.

Maverick too apparently noticed the sidestepping. He shook his head and replaced the whip with a cane. After eight stripes, Megan’s head drooped and she stood still, having learned her lesson, and hung limp from her bindings. Alicia knew the poor girl’s arse must be smarting, but the beauty of the abused rear caused Alicia to catch her breath and wetness begin to form.

“You must learn, Megan, if you want to stay with me, to accept my demands,” he said to her. “You must learn your place. Twice now you have shown jealousy. First with Joanne a few months ago and now with Alicia. It makes me wonder exactly why Joanne left my service. Adding to that, you have tried to avoid a just punishment. You disappoint me.”

Megan began to cry in earnest as Maverick walked away from her.

“And now for you, Alicia,” Maverick said.

Alicia looked at him then lowered her head. Fear and desire warred inside of her. “What do you wish of me?”

“Something similar, I think. Go to the post and hold out your hands.”

Alicia did as she was told, holding out her hands and hanging her head as Maverick secured the rope. Having left the heels beside the bed, she had to stand on her toes as he attached her wrists to the top of the post. Maverick’s hands moved around her, unhooking the corset. She closed her eyes with pleasure as he peeled both it and the stockings from her body. She barely restrained herself from turning her head when she felt his hands leave her and heard him step back.

Despite preparing herself, Alicia jumped and cried out with the first caress of the whip, but controlled herself for the following blows. She felt her arse warm as Maverick increased the intensity of each blow. She clenched her teeth against crying out when her arse burned from the flogging, but she did not pull away. After what seemed like a very long time, the flogging stopped. Alicia braced herself for the cane, but instead felt Maverick grasp her braid and pull her head back.

“Good,” he whispered into her ear. “You accept your just punishment as a companion should. Because of that, I see no reason to punish you further. I’m going to release your arms. Bathe yourself—be sure to use very warm water. I don’t want that arse to lose its redness too soon.”

“Yes, Mr. Devonshire, and…” she hesitated.

“And?”

“Thank you,” she added.

Maverick kissed her neck and said, “You are very welcome, my dear.”

Alicia looked up as Maverick released her wrists and was startled to see Megan, still tied to the other side of the post, glaring at her. Hadn’t the girl learned anything? Surely the ever-observant Master would see that glare and punish her further. Inwardly, Alicia cringed at the thought but realised that Megan was choosing her own fate.

While Alicia bathed, Maverick poured himself a drink and lounged in a chair, flipping through a book. If not for the corseted woman with the abused arse tied to the post in the centre of the room, Alicia thought this would be a lovely, perfectly normal domestic scene. As it was, she thought this was a perfect scene. At one time she desperately wanted what society labelled ’normal‘, but now she found herself most content with this alternative lifestyle.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the heat of the water relaxing her muscles, heightening the burning of her arse cheeks. When the water began to cool slightly, Alicia stood and dried herself, applying the lotion Maverick had provided.

“All done then?” Maverick asked.

“Yes, thank you, sir,” Alicia replied.

“Good. I would expect you’re tired. Why don’t you hop into bed—go on now, under the covers with you,” Maverick said pleasantly.

Alicia smiled and gratefully complied. She was indeed tired. That morning she had prepared an elaborate meal for a client—minestrone to begin, baked lasagne, spinach salad, fresh Italian bread to be served with a garlic dipping oil, and for dessert—a raspberry mousse. Before arriving at Maverick’s home, she had been on her feet a full six hours.

Shockingly, Maverick climbed into bed beside her.

“Oh my, this is wonderful,” she said as she snuggled against him.

“Yes, it is,” he responded as he wrapped his arms around her.

“But, sir?”

“Yes?”

“What about Megan?”

Alicia glanced at the other girl and met her gaze as Megan turned to look in the direction of the bed.

“Megan still has some things to learn. I saw the look she gave you when I released you. She will remain where she is for the night,” Maverick decided.

Alicia remained in quiet thought for a time.

“Mr. Devonshire?” she asked.

“Yes, my dear?” he drowsily answered.

“What about her arms? Won’t they become terribly sore by tomorrow? I know it’s not my place to question, and whatever you decide I’m sure is right, but her arms, Mr. Devonshire. They’ll be dreadfully sore by morning. Isn’t denying her the pleasure of your company enough of a punishment?” Alicia asked, hoping he would not find her suggestion offensive.

Maverick remained quiet for such a long time, Alicia felt she had truly offended him and would herself be subjected to another ’consequence’.

“You make a good case, Alicia. And you make it respectfully,” Maverick said. “Go, release her from the post, but leave her hands tied. Megan,” Maverick said louder, “you may sleep on either the rug or the couch, but you will remain tied. You have Alicia to thank for your release. Be grateful,” he added.

But as Alicia released Megan, the other girl whispered to her, “You think you’re special, you slutty bitch. I’m his favourite—not you. You’re just a cheap, American whore. Remember that.” With that, Megan stalked to the rug, curled up in a ball and was soon snoring softly.

Alicia was shaken by the venom in the other woman’s words. What had she done to incur such hatred from her?

Chapter Six

Sugar Free Apple Pie

Two pastry crusts

4-5 cups sliced Golden Delicious apples

1 cup apple cider

1 Tablespoon cornstarch

1 teaspoon each cinnamon and nutmeg

Line a deep dish pie pan with one crust. Fill with apple slices. Meanwhile, in a saucepan heat cider and spices. When it begins to boil, add the corn starch, stirring constantly to avoid lumps. Pour over apples. Add top crust carefully, pinching the edges together. Cut slits in crust to allow steam to escape. Bake in moderate oven (350 degrees Fahrenheit) until golden brown, about 45 minutes.

 
          
Late the next afternoon, Alicia found herself sipping a glass of wine and staring out her front window. She had been proud of her performance last night, but something about Megan had left a bad taste in her mouth. Trying to take her mind off the situation, she had begun to flip through an old cookbook that had once belonged to her Aunt Helen. Mr. Phillips, another client whom Maverick had recommended, was a particular eater. He had a definite sweet tooth but was also a diabetic—a challenging combination. Perhaps if she could replace the white flour in her pie crust with whole wheat, she could make him an apple pie for dessert next week. She remembered a recipe from her aunt, who had also been a diabetic, for a sugar free apple pie.
Ah!
Here it was. The recipe called for apple cider thickened with corn starch. To this she would add her special combination of spices and pour the mixture over the raw apples then top the pie with a lattice upper crust. The cider acted as a natural sweetener, negating the need for processed sugar. Deep in thought, Alicia jumped when the telephone broke the silence of the room.

“Hello?” Alicia said into the telephone.

“Good evening,” a deep voice answered.

After the final incident with Megan the night before, Alicia had gratefully crawled back into bed with Maverick. She had been rather disappointed that rather than making love to her, he had simply gathered her in his arms and drifted off to sleep. Still, he enjoyed the right to do as he wished. Nonetheless, that morning she had been further disappointed. When she finally awoke, both Maverick and Megan had been gone. She had found a note from him stating that she had performed well and that he would call her soon. She had swallowed her grief, donned the dress she had packed and left for home.

Alicia smiled in recognition. “Good evening to you,” she responded.

“Be ready for me in fifteen minutes. Leave your door unlocked,” Maverick commanded.

Alicia’s eyes widened as she replaced the phone.
Fifteen minutes! Good Lord!
She flew to the bathroom and prepared an enema. She had read online that a cool one worked more effectively than a warm one, so she tried that. She had no idea if Maverick would want her arse or not, but she intended to be clean—inside and out—just in case. She quickly administered it, cringing slightly as the cool water entered her bowels. Next she pinned her hair on top of her head and stepped into the shower, lathering and shaving her legs, underarms and pubic area. Maverick had made it clear he wanted no hair between her nether lips and him. By the time she had released her bowels and slathered lotion on herself, her time was up. Still, she rushed to the bedroom, placed a pillow on the floor and kneeled, facing the doorway. She glanced at the clock before placing her forehead on the floor.
Damn! Five minutes late.
She could easily lie if Maverick asked about the time, but she knew she wouldn’t. He had said fifteen minutes, and she had taken twenty. She had disobeyed, albeit unintentionally. Therefore she would be punished. Her bottom still throbbed slightly from last night’s consequences. No matter, her pussy began to pulse at the thought of this.

Forty minutes later, Maverick walked into her flat. Still she patiently remained in position. She heard him walk to her sitting room and pick up the glass of whiskey she had waiting for him. She listened for his footsteps until he finally stepped in front of her.

“Greet me.”

Alicia did so, applying all he had taught her. She moaned with joy as his staff filled her mouth and she felt his hands caressing her head, silently commanding her to continue in her service. Ignoring her aching jaws, Alicia pressed her tongue against his shaft, tightening the tunnel for him. She sucked with renewed vigour, pulling him deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. Valiantly she fought against the gag reflex, consciously relaxing her throat muscles. She slipped a finger into her own mouth, covering it with saliva. As she continued to suck, she slid her moistened finger along Maverick’s balls, seeking his anus. Keeping one hand cupped around his balls, Alicia dipped her middle digit into Maverick’s body. Judging by his growl of pleasure, Maverick appreciated this new move. With more confidence, she worked his arsehole in syncopation with her mouth. Within moments, Maverick cried out and pushed her head deep against him. Alicia, feeling herself tremble with emotion, gratefully swallowed all Mr. Devonshire gave to her.

Rather than draw back when he had completed his orgasm, Alicia continued to tenderly kiss and caress Mr. Devonshire. After a time, she pulled back to kiss his thighs, running her tongue along his groin, lapping and licking each ball. Finally she drew his cock into her mouth to again suck and kiss its length. Maverick ran his hand along her braid, small sounds of pleasure emitting from deep within his throat. Exhausted, Alicia sat back on her heels, gazing up at her Master. Maverick drew his hands to her throat, gently running his thumb along her jaw line, cupping her cheek in his hand. Like a contented kitten, Alicia rubbed her face against his caress.

“You have no idea how incredible you are,” Maverick said.

Alicia glowed with pleasure.

“Come,” he gently persuaded, “sit with me on the bed.”

Alicia followed, perching herself on the edge of the mattress. While she felt pride in having successfully given Maverick his pleasure, she also knew a fountain of contained energy swelled within her.

“I have a proposition for you, Alicia,” he began.

“Yes, sir?”

“According to our agreement, your two roles in my life are completely separate. I would like, however, to alter that situation slightly,” Maverick said.

Alicia frowned, “What do you mean, sir?”

Maverick patted her knee. “No need to worry, my darling, I am well pleased with both your cooking skills and your other…abilities. Your position with me, both of your positions, are secure. I have, however, a friend,” he stated, bringing his hand up to massage her thigh.

Alicia wondered if he realised the effect his touch had on her. She could barely concentrate on his words with his strong, gentle fingers stroking her skin.

“This friend, Paul,” Mr. Devonshire continued, “is a remarkable man. An artist of the finest calibre. He is a painter, creates abstract works that move with vibrancy, full of colour and texture.” He paused momentarily.

Alicia wondered if he was referring to Paul Tenegal.

She had attended an opening of Mr. Tenegal’s a few months prior. His work, while abstract, had indeed appeared vibrant and alive. She had caught a glimpse of the handsome artist but had not been introduced to him. Still, a man of average height, he had exuded a quiet charisma and charm. She remembered how his light brown hair had fallen over his eyes, and how he had brushed it back. She had longed to run her own fingers through its softness. His physical attraction aside, if she’d had any spare cash at all, she would have purchased one of his tantalising, smaller paintings. The abstract vibrancy of his work radiated sensuality.

“Paul is afflicted, however, with shyness. He lives alone and would benefit from a few good, home-cooked meals. I would,” Maverick said as his hand worked its way up to her nether lips, “appreciate the help of your combined talents.”

“Of course, sir,” Alicia answered, willing him to touch her wet opening. “I will do whatever you like.”

“This is not a command,” Maverick insisted. “This is of your own free will. Still, if you would go to his home, prepare a lovely meal for him and…administer to him in any other way he would like as well, I would be…appreciative, shall we say.”

Alicia closed her eyes as Mr. Devonshire gently flicked her clit. “Mr. Devonshire, I would be pleased and honoured to serve your friend—in any way he would like—simply because you ask it.” She opened her eyes and smiled. What she said was the truth, not just some line. The very idea of servicing a stranger, and a handsome one at that, offering both her cooking and her body to someone of Mr. Devonshire’s choosing, thrilled her.

“As it should be,” Maverick whispered into her ear. “Still, the choice is yours. You may represent me, or I could easily send one of my other companions, complete with a take-out dinner of some kind. But somehow, Alicia,” he grasped her ear lobe in his teeth for a quick nip before continuing, “I think you and Paul would suit each other. You will find him far less demanding than Spiro, and you did an exquisite job of pleasing him.”

Alicia melted against him. “As you choose, sir. Just tell me where I should be, when I should be there, and how you would like me to dress and behave,” Alicia said as she unbuttoned Mr. Devonshire’s shirt, easing it off and trailing kisses along his shoulder.

Maverick laughed quietly. “I’ll let you know the arrangements in the morning. For now,” he grasped her braid, “tell me, were you on time?”

Alicia immediately felt the change of timbre in his voice. Maverick had become Mr. Devonshire and would not tolerate disobedience or hesitation. She felt a tremor of apprehension and excitement as she slid to the floor to her knees once more before him.

“No, sir,” she began. “I was late. I failed to follow your explicit directions.”

“By how many minutes?”

“Five, sir,” she admitted truthfully.

“That’s a shame,” he said with a smirk. “I have a special punishment for you. Something I don’t believe you have experience before. This will hurt, but you can take it, can’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. Devonshire,” she immediately answered. “I can take it, if it pleases you.” Already she felt her pussy begin to swell and moisten.

“And it will also please you, will it not?” he persisted.

“Yes, sir, it will,” she admitted.

“Stand.”

She did so.

“Put your hands on your head, elbows out.”

Alicia complied. She stood perfectly still, not even turning her head as Maverick walked behind her to retrieve his trousers. He again stepped in front of her, allowing her to clearly see him reaching into the front left pocket. He removed two wicked looking clamps, connected to each other by a heavy metal chain.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding the device in front of her.

“No,” she answered.

“No?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, sir,” she quickly amended.

“That’s better. Still, I believe you have just added another thirty seconds onto your time,” he cryptically said. “These, my disobedient companion, are clover clamps. I will attach one cold, tight clamp to each of your lovely, tender nipples. As the weight of the heavy chain pulls the clamps downwards, the tightness will increase.” Maverick smiled sardonically before continuing his explanation.

“For every movement of the chain, the clamps will respond. The weight of the chain insures a quick response. Every breath you take will raise you breasts, thus moving the metal. You will feel more and more pressure until you will think your nipples will burst.” Mr. Devonshire rolled a tender bud between his thumb and forefinger, tugging strongly.

Alicia gasped in pain as he placed the cold clamp on her tender flesh. Tears sprang to her eyes when he attached the second clamp.

“Nice,” he commented. “You will keep those in place for an equal amount of time as your tardiness—plus thirty seconds, of course.”

Alicia nodded, fighting back the tears. The pain radiating from her nipples was excruciating. Her legs trembled and she fought to control her breathing. Her breasts had always been sensitive, and the addition of the tight clamps attached to the heavy chain was almost unbearable. She prayed she could stand still for the required time, lessening the chance of the clovers tightening even more. She should have known better.

“While I watch the time,” Mr. Devonshire announced, “turn down the bed and prepare yourself for entry.”

A small sound of distress escaped her, but Alicia dropped her arms to turn down the bedclothes.

“Ah…did I say to lower your arms? No, keep them behind your head. You must grasp the necessary items with your teeth, your elbows, your legs. Anything but your hands,” he said smugly.

Alicia stared at him. The pain would be terrible!

“Yes, that will add to your discomfort, and I know it will be a challenge for you, but,” he added sternly, “you will not disappoint me, will you?” He gave the chain a small tug.

Alicia, tears flowing down her face, clenched her teeth against the pain. No, she would not disappoint him, no matter how much it cost her. Bending at the waist, she grasped the coverlet of the bed in her teeth and drew it back. Next she kneeled and, again using her teeth, opened the drawer in her nightstand. Knowing she could not possibly lift Mr. Devonshire’s preferred jar of lubrication with her mouth, she took a deep breath and brought her elbows together over the slick, glass container. With infinite care and terrible torment, she lifted the jar and placed it on the nightstand, nearly dropping it once. Fire radiated from her nipples as the clamps grasped her purpled flesh with a fierce firmness. Crying softly, Alicia climbed onto the bed and assumed a position, arse in the air, forehead down, hands still locked behind her head. There she waited, counting the seconds of her allotted punishment.