Mind slowly stirring from sleep, she stretched luxuriously, body still alive from being taken hungrily in the depth of night. Her arm reached out hoping to find him hard and wanting more.
Her hand found only fleshless satin sheets. Opening a single eye, golden letters stared back at her from the neighbouring pillow.
"You're Invited," the elegant scrolling letters declared.
Yawning and rubbing the fuzz out of her eyes she picked up the textured card, curiousity percolating through her groggy mind.
Dinner With A Twist
8 pm
Black Tie and Collar Requested.
Please note, the chef requests guests stay out of the kitchen. |
She chuckled to herself, toes wiggling in delight. The digital clock let her know it was already early afternoon - only 7 hours until their next adventure began. To be expected, she thought with another lethargic yawn. He woke her every few hours throughout the night to make use of her body. Falling back into the comfort of the bed, she wrapped herself in the silky red blankets and clutched the pillow that still held his scent. Dozing for a long while, her restless mind danced on in a dreamscape.
She was running naked through an aging, rocky forest and had fallen softly into a pit. Hissing, cluttering her ears. Slithered cold bodies moved over her, wrapping around her limbs, constricting and pulling until she was stretched out and motionless. Leather skin morphed into coarse cords of rope. Something remained in the darkness, a beast of a reptile. It rippled along her skin, powerful muscles undulating under the icy scales, pulled its huge body up her thighs, across her lips and along her belly. Her body betrayed her, shuddering erotically. Pale yellow eyes met hers, stared with wicked steadiness, forked tongue lashing at the air in front of her face. Opening her mouth to scream, it plunged into her throat.
She shook herself awake. Damn Japanese porn. I'm watching too much hentai.
Before leaving for this trip, he warned her to pack something suitable for an Opera. She had ruffled through her collection of dresses and gowns wondering: What hasn't he seen? Near the end of the rainbow of fabric, she found a dress long forgotten. The velvet touch sparked memories of high school years. It was her prom dress - a prom never attended having had been left for a prettier, wealthier girl the night of the celebration. It had been pushed to the back of her closet and mind. It could use a new history.
She slipped into the long evening gown, the delicate pattern of silvery flowers still tasteful and elegant, the slinky thick velvet still clinging admirably to her hips and breasts.
Her collar was always packed, prepared to submit should he demand. Attached was the tag that proudly displayed her pet name: Raskle. Delicately placing it on her neck, she sighed at how perfectly it complimented her dress. No better way to present herself to such a deserving master. Waiting on the dresser beside her collar lay pretty black panties. Surprised he would want her to wear anything at all, she slipped them on and immediately felt the little bit of plastic tucked into the fabric that promised to bring much pleasure.
Evening wear set aside, she scuttled about naked upstairs, keeping to the office and bedroom, hearing the occasional sign of life from below. Distracted, the progress on her work was slow, but gave her a sense of purpose and helped the time pass.
Eventually she heard the clanging of pots and pans, then sizzling. The preparation had begun. Leaving the desk she ran a hot shower, scrubbing hard, turning alabaster skin pink, imagining the snake in her dreams shedding its dead skin. Wanting to be silky and soft, a delicately scented lotion lathered her tender body in caressing motions, envisioning the hands that would soon do the same, heart picking up it's rhythm. As she took her time delicately applying makeup and arranging her hair, delicious scents wafted up the stairs and teased her empty stomach.
Ready too soon, she carefully lounged in their bed, sheets still crumpled. Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel - a tale set in a Catholic all-boys school - kept her amused. A young feminine blond boy with buttery skin was mercilessly raped by his sex starved classmates. The clock struck 8.
She descended towards him as he waited at the foot of the stairs, handsomely adorned in a tuxedo, eyes radiant, soaking her in. Their lips brushed lightly, and she felt her insides blush like an innocent young girl. Taking her fingers delicately, he gracefully led her to the marvellously set table. Rich gold trimmed china framed amongst crystal glasses and silverware illuminated by candlelight. She sighed deeply, taken aback at the grand effort.
"Champagne Madame?" he asked with an aristocratic bow of the head.
"Please," there was no stopping the beaming smile from announcing her delight.
As he stepped out of sight she noticed a menu neatly placed beside the silverware.
Too perfect, what have I done to deserve this man? How do I do it again?
The overwhelming feeling of gratitude increased as she read it over:
Dinner With A Twist
September 2011
Pan Seared Foie Gras with Figs and Port Wine sauce;
Veuve Cliquot Ponsardin Champagne, Brut
Interlude
Tuna and Yellowtail Sashimi;
Sake
Interlude
Honey Glazed Quail in Phyllo Dough;
Luna 2003 Pinot Grigio
Interlude
Pan Seared Duck with Mushrooms;
Sugar Snap Peas with Mint;
Ragout of Wild Rice and Mushrooms;
Montepulciano d'Abruzzo 2006
Interlude
Baklava;
Prix Reserve 2006 Late Harvest Chardonnay;
Coffee/Tea
Your Imagination Will Be Our Guide.
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All her favourite foods made an appearance.
"Well done, I'm immensely impressed!" They clinked glasses as he finished pouring. "I'm curious about these Interludes."
"I imagine it would be the final item, allowing your imagination to guide us, that would be most fascinating."
He disappeared into the kitchen, rejoining her at the table with the first course. Gingerly taking the warm toasted bread into her fingers, she bit into the rich buttery foie gras.
"Dear God," a sultry moan of appreciation escaped her lips.
"I usually only hear you mutter that in the bedroom," he smiled mischievously at her. Not wishing to disrupt the pleasure of her food, she didn't reply.
"May I clear your plate?" he cordially asked. She gave him a satisfied sigh and nod.
The moment he moved out of sight, a mechanical vibration jumped to life between her legs. "You'll let me know when you're ready for the next course I assume."
She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, carefully moving her hips and thighs to position the vibrator over sensitive flesh. She sipped the flute as her body grew excited, the effervescent liquid rolling across her tongue. Eyelids fell shut under the weight of hedonism, mind concentrated on tensed muscles. A sharp orgasm burst though her and quickly vanished, leaving her too sensitive for the toy, but unsatisfied. A nice appetizer for the flesh.
The buzzing stopped. Opening her eyes she found him comfortably seated, a lovely plate of sashimi neatly arranged before both of them.
"Sake?" he held up the slim green bottle.
Clearing her throat and composing herself, she nodded and he poured. Carefully taking each piece into her mouth, the delicate taste seemed more pronounced, her mouth keenly aware of texture, eyes pleased by the arrangement of color on the plate. Her senses were alive, the world vibrating with wonder.
As the last piece disappeared into her mouth, he warmly ordered her to remove her panties. "They won't be necessary for the rest of the evening." Obeying she wiggled out of them and kicked them to the floor
"Ah, so not all interludes are the same!"
"I wouldn't dare bore you," he smiled.
Standing behind her chair, his mouth hovered over her ear, each breath rushing though her veins as he slowly lifted her dress over her thighs. Her fingers tightened around his arm, the anticipation of being exposed making her wonderfully vulnerable. His hands gently caressed her succulent lips until the swollen petals fell open, revealing the nectar that had been gathering. Dipping a finger to wet it, he tapped her clit until it was hard, swollen, protruding from its hood, then gently caressed until he felt her body tighten with the urge to attain satisfaction, and stopped the moment she shuddered.
He reached deep into her body, pussy devouring his fingers as they probed smooth, blood engorged insides. The world blurred into blots of ill-formed color, then darkened and disappeared as he firmly pressed inside her canal, persisting until she gasped and her thinking mind disappeared into sensation. Her hands clutching the table, the shudders of her orgasm passed into the wood, crystal glasses sang like wind chimes filling the dark void.
As the pleasure faded away, color reformed into shapes and objects but the world did not return. There was no one else, no other place, just this table, its treasures, and the lover who possessed her completely.
Withdrawing his fingers he slipped them into his mouth, savouring her taste and disappearing to fetch the next course as she clumbsily corrected her gown.
Returning he placed a dish in front of her, inspiring an immediately squeal joy. Before her was the quail she had often dreamed about, wrapped in a delicate phyllo pastry, beautifully glazed with honey. Forgetting herself, she picked up the tender little pieces of meat with her fingers, licking the sticky sweet honey with savouring moans.
He lifted his wine glass to her and she smiled in return, carefully taking the glass between dirty fingers.
He watched her carefully as he ate the last piece. "You've got the slightest flush to your skin. Like a rose wine, it makes me want to drink you."
Moving to her side he turned her chair and kneeled on the floor in front of her. "Open."
Her legs obeyed without delay, casually falling apart. He watched her face a moment, hands caressing her thighs, mysterious thoughts churning behind those eyes. Kissing each thigh adoringly, he slid his hands under her bottom, and lifted it to his lips like a morsel of food, mouth sipping at her opening, tongue lapping, lips sucking loudly. He teased, excited clusters of nerves, then moved to another spot, teeth slightly scraping her clit as she jumped under the piquant sensation, then pulling at her lips. Steadily the hunger increased, simmering at first and soon boiling over, the sustenance of pleasure swelling and filling her veins, a rumble of satisfaction easing her need.
"I like interludes," she sighed as the bliss dissipated. Taking his face in her hands, she licked at her juices. He cleared their plates and she reassembled herself. Straightening to a perfect posture, she felt delightfully silly, rubbing her thighs together to emphasis her wetness.
A playful wiggle ran through her body when the thick slices of pan seared duck appeared. First she picked at the mushrooms, and sugar snap peas, then took large mouthfuls of the delicious meat. However, her patience for the meal had run thin. She wanted her final interlude. After making a respectable dent in her plate, she pushed it aside.
"Interlude?"
"My pleasure," he rose from his chair, once again turning her to face him. She hiked her dress up, watching as he unzipped, his body ready.
"Wow, I didn't even have to do anything," she giggled.
"Your presence is enough," he whispered, hands pushing down her velvet neckline, mouth pausing to bite on her erect nipples, sucking them into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue like a fruit pit. Her legs and arms tugged at his body, silently pleading until his cock was consumed by her wetness. She groaned, ravenous body filled at last. He firmly gripped the back of her chair, withdrawing completely from her body with each stroke, pushing past her lips to re-enter. Each time she felt him opening her sex, her desire rose like madness in her head until her quivering body shattered in ecstasy. Immediately he withdrew, the shock striking her like cold water.
"I'll get the coffee and dessert," he murmured as he corrected himself and moved into the kitchen.
"Cruel man," she yelled after him.
He returned with Baklava and seated himself neatly across the table. Caving his body with a fierceness that drowned all other bodily needs, she could barely look at the food set in front of her. Taking a few symbolic bites her eyes didn't leave him.
"I'm done," she folded her hands expectantly in her lap.
"Already?"
"Can't eat another bite."
"I thought you'd be hungrier than that."
"I am hungry," she replied with a smirk, "famished in fact."
With a smirk he walked to her side, hand outstretched, "My lady, allow me to escort you into the other room while I clear the table."
She nestled disappointed into the couch, head swimming with wine, body inebriated with sex. Eyes closing she listened to the clanging of dishes and soon there was only silence and darkness.
Mind sluggishly stirring, her body was wrapped warmly in blankets. She looked around the dark room and realized hours had passed. The sun had sunk behing the neat rows of suburban homes. She had fallen asleep. Shaking herself awake, she slipped out of the gown, leaving her collar on, astounded he'd let her doze for so long.
Moving carefully through the darkness to their bedroom, guided by the soft electric glow of computer light seeping out of the door. He lay stretched out comfortably, a game of poker unravelling on the screen. Quietly she floated toward the bed, careful not to disturb his concentration, and taking a mouthful of his skin, she bit him to awareness.
"She lives!" he cried out. "Ow! That was unnecessary."
"I disagree," she chirped.
"You looked so comfortable."
"It was the wine." She reached for his sex finding it rigid, as he closed the laptop.
"See, all you have to do is be here," he laughed in the darkness.
Wasting no time she straddled him, but he quickly threw her weight off, moving on top of her and pinning her down. "I don't think so, you just bit me."
Sliding off to her side he held her wrists tightly above her head with one hand, fingertips delicately tracing the contours of her body as though trying to see her shape in the darkness. She struggled lightly, to make her aching known. He ignored.
Desperate, her open thighs tried to wrap around his leg, hoping for friction, but he twisted out of reach with a patronizing chuckle.
Taking the satin sheets in his hands, he used the silky fabric to caress her breasts. The motion slid the sheets delicately along her pining clit. She lunged for his mouth, but he turned away.
"Cum, and I'll kiss you."
He bunched up the sheets in his hands and carefully circled her nipple, but her mind was entirely focused on her sex. She closed her legs, tensing her thighs, seeking for the perfect pressure that would help her cum, but he forced her legs open. He continued to thwart every attempt, ignored her movements of impatience, eyes dispassionate to her voracious need.
Instead she let her legs fall wide open, muscles aching from the deep stretch, waiting with agony for each momentary brush of satin. Draping the fabric to cover her chest, his hands kneaded her breast through it. The delectable, subtle sensations took over her concentration, until through the sheer need for release the soft touch of the fabric was enough to consume her body in glorious sensation.
His lips finally reached for hers, quenching her thirst for a kiss.
"Kiss me till you cum," he whispered, lips rejoining her mouth. His cock slid into her soaked pussy, consumed by heat. Moving instinctively against him, mouth never leaving his, seeking the banquet of sensation her body had in its depths. As orgasm grew closer to swallowing her whole, her forced shut by the intensity,focused on each electric pulse.
"Keep your eyes open. If you close them I'll stop," he threatened softly.
Her eyes fought to stay open, chewing lightly on his lower lip, shudders ran like waves through her body, the hunger in her womb like a raging fire. The closer she hovered to the grandest of pleasures the harder it was for her to keep eyes open. She stared at him with consuming intensity, until at last her pussy pulsated around his cock, fingers grasping tightly at his hair, cock draining each sweet moment of ecstasy out of her body with long slow strokes until she went limp with exhaustion beneath him.
"Good girl, you can go back to sleep if you like." He rolled off her, returning to his computer and the poker game. The cool air running across her body made her sigh luxuriously. At last allowed to close her eyes, she drifted off to the sound of humming of an electric fan and his fingers flying across a keyboard.
