Penthouse of pleasure - uncertain desire (German Edition) (13 page)

Unlike me, my attendant maneuvers her way very deftly through the darkness.

Nearly like a feline predator creeping through the night, I think. And I’ll be the prey being dragged to the lion’s den – in my case to Alex who’s waiting somewhere in all that obscurity. I wonder what he’s planning. I strain my ears, but I can’t hear him. Is he actually sitting down? I really hope those shoes beside the entrance were his.

“Right, here we are,” the woman says and places my hand on some soft upholstery. A bench? Or a bed?

“Sit down, please. I wish you a pleasant stay.” With those words she leaves me alone in the darkness.

Great, I think, and carefully sit down on the soft fabric. Just leave me here. I’ll manage. I can’t see a thing and have no idea what’s going to happen, but hey, I’m nothing if not spontaneous.

“Hi Kate. I’m so glad you made it!” Alex’s gentle voice takes me by surprise. He must be real close. But I can’t see him!

“Where are you?” I whisper.

“Here,” he tells me. “I’m sitting right beside you!”

I take a deep breath when he places his hand on my thigh. The whole thing is quite spooky. I’m not a great fan of total darkness. I like seeing where I am and what’s happening around me.

“What’s going on?” I want to know. “I thought we were having lunch?!”

“And so we will,” Alex replies. “But in the dark. I want you to switch off your brain and just trust your senses. And that’s much easier when you can’t see anything.”

“Oh, right,” I respond, not exactly enthusiastic.

“Come on, Kate. You’ll love it, I promise,” says Alex, reaches for my hand and caresses the back of it when he finds it. “Besides, I had to think of something special for you. Liam and Marcus already had a lot more opportunities to spend time with you. And the way I know those two they pulled out all the stops to impress you. Now it’s my turn!”

I sigh inwardly. That’s presumably the reason the three men share the one woman: their having an in-house competition for the thrill skills medal.

I can only hope that the game will turn out alright for me, too.

Up to now I can’t complain. That’s true. I’ve never had such amazing sex before. But where will it all end?

“And now?” I ask.

“Just relax,” he replies. “We have the whole room to ourselves and everything we need is right here beside my.”

I haven’t the faintest idea what Alex is planning, but I decide to trust him. I really don’t think he has a bad bone in his body and I liked him right from the start. He always seems to kind and balanced. The total opposite to Marcus who keeps getting my back up.

“Concentrate on your breathing. You have to embrace the darkness and feel it.” Alex’s hand wanders along my throat and strokes my neck. More or less automatically I close my eyes. It really does feel good. I take a deep breath and enjoy his caresses.

For a while, he massages my head, then the tips of his fingers gently glide over my face and trace the outlines of my lips. His touch is so tender, I have goosebumps.

“And now open your mouth,” he whispers.

I slowly do as I’m told and feel how he explores my face before he carefully places something on my tongue. It’s very strange not to know what kind of taste to expect.

Whatever it is, it’s creamy and melts on my tongue like a dream. It tastes sweet with a hint of vanilla and espresso. Delicious! 

“Vanilla mousse,” I say. “Coffee flavored vanilla mousse.”

“Right,” Alex confirms. “Do you want a little more? Then don’t move, so I can find your mouth.”

“Okay,” I answer.

He unerringly locates my mouth. How does he do it? I can’t see a thing. Maybe he’s wearing some kind of night-vision goggles? But that would be pretty unfair.

“Vanilla is something very special,” Alex explains while feeding me with the spoon. “It’s been a popular aphrodisiac for hundreds of years. Its smell is chemically related to the human pheromones. And espresso or mocha, to be more precise, is meant to prolong sexual activity.”

“Well, that’s a super combination, so,” I remark. “It definitely tastes good.”

“I agree,” Alex says. Then he asks: “Are you ready for more?”

I’m not quite sure if he’s referring to a different kind of dish or something else.

“Um,” I say.

“This is a different taste,” he explains and I dutifully open my mouth.

This time I feel something leafy on my tongue. What is it? I chew carefully. Spinach? With a sauce that tastes of nutmeg.

“Spinach and nutmeg,” I guess.

“Right again. You’ve got a well developed sense of taste. Nutmeg is a highly aphrodisiac spice. One should use it sparingly or it can act like a drug.”

“Is this an introduction to sexual food science?” I enquire cheekily.

Alex laughs. “A little, perhaps. I just want to get you in the mood.”

“And then?” I ask.

“Then I test your other senses,” he says and every so gently strokes my thighs.

I can feel the little hairs on my skin standing up. Unlike Marcus and Liam, Alex seems to prefer the more gentle approach.

Makes a nice change, I think in anticipation and taste the next dish. Something fishy. Or is it a mussel?

“Mussel?” I guess.

“Exactly. A St. James scallop.”

“And what do scallops do?” I want to know.

“Scallops enhance the sexual vibe.”

“Is this what you always do?” I ask into the darkness. “Get women in the mood through food?” 

“I don’t have to. There are more ways than one!” he replies.

“And what would they be?” I ask flippantly. I’m slowly starting to enjoy our little game in the dark. It’s quite exciting not to know what Alex plans to do next. And he’s right. I feel that the darkness enhances my senses. I taste the food more intensively, I feel more intensively and I can hear his gentle voice much more clearly.

“You should taste the red wine first. It’s really excellent here. Stay where you are,” he says. Seconds later I feel a glass on my lips. I cautiously fumble for it, take it from him and take a small sip.

Even a simple task like drinking a little wine is really difficult in the darkness, I think and awkwardly clutch the glass. I’ve no idea where to put it down.

“It’s lovely!” I remark and take another sip. “And now? Are we leaving now?”

“Absolutely not,” Alex says, gropes for my hand and takes the glass off me. “Now it’s time to attend to your other senses.”

I don’t get a chance to ask him how he can manage so well in the darkness when he pulls me to him so suddenly that I have to gasp.

“You’re a little too jumpy,” he declares. “Lie back and relax!”

I slowly lie down on my back. The upholstered object under us appears to be some kind of a divan or bed. At any rate, it’s big enough for me to stretch out comfortably.

My heart’s beating in a wild staccato when Alex very delicately starts to undress me. He gently unbuttons my blouse; a clearly masterly performance in the circumstances. His fingertips slide over my bare midriff, caress my cleavage and my neck. I raise my upper body a little and he opens my bra to expose my breasts. I feel him ever so gently blowing air over my nipples. They stand up almost instantly.

“Take off your skirt and your panties,” he whispers. 

I slip the skirt and the thong off and carelessly discard them. Now I’m lying completely naked in the darkness. My senses are strained to the limit. Alex starts teasing my body with small movements. He briefly lingers at different parts, caresses them with his fingertips and then blows a little air onto my skin. I never know which place he plans to conquer next. Each touch triggers little adrenalin rushes surging through me. My clitoris starts pounding although Alex hasn’t paid it any attention yet. I moan in frustration.

“What is it?” he breathes. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“With pleasure,” he says and briefly releases me.

Seconds later I sense something soft on my skin. It mercilessly tickles my bellybutton, wanders further down and caresses my loins. What is it? A feather? It actually feels more like several feathers.

Suddenly Alex moves the object over my labia and a little shriek of pleasure escapes my throat. The tickling feather toy wriggles over the lips of my vulva and then teases my clitoris. I pant, tormented. 

My womb starts jerking like made. Don’t stop! Oh, please, don’t stop!

I’m so wet, Alex could enter me right away.

But apparently he has no intention of releasing me. Relentlessly the feathers keep on tickling while Alex’s fingers stroke my thighs. 

“Please! Oh, please!” I shout and arch my pelvis towards him.

“Shush!” He places his hand on my mons pubis, enters me with one finger and teases my G-spot while the feathers continue to torture my clitoris.

I am overcome by waves of desire that make me lose control over my body and tremble with passion. The blood is pulsating in my womb. I dig my heels into the soft upholstery, raise my pelvis and scream my pleasure into the darkness. 

Unable to speak, I just remain how I am for a few minutes. My whole body is tingling and still covered in goosebumps. I’ve never experienced such intense pleasure. And I didn’t even see my partner!

“You okay?” Alex asks quietly.

“Yeah,” I breathe. My voice sounds all hoarse, I screamed so much. Hopefully nobody heard me. 

“Then I hope you enjoyed our luncheon, My Ladyship, and I sincerely hope to have the pleasure again.” It’s hard to miss the amusement in Alex’s voice.

“Are we done then?” I ask and secretly hope that we are. I’m so overstimulated, I guess it would be painful if he were to penetrate me now.

“We are. You still have a demanding evening ahead of you. I should really go easy on you now if we want to celebrate your initiation later.”

He’s right, I think. I had nearly forgotten. Let’s see what awaits me tonight. So far I actually quite enjoyed everything the three of them did with me. Hopefully that won’t change. My time with Liam, Alex and Marcus really is bizarre. Bizarre but unbelievably sexy.

I raise myself up and try to locate my clothes. However am I meant to find them again in the pitch-dark?

The only thing I can feel is the upholstery.

“Oh, oh,” I say.

“What is it?” Alex wants to know.

“I can’t find my clothes.”

“Wait. Just a moment!” he replies and suddenly the room is bathed in light.

Finally I can see my surroundings.

The dining room at the “Carpe Noctem” is quite small. All in all, I count six tables with two seats and three large beds each. We’re using one of them right now. Fortunately there really is nobody else here. It would have been too embarrassing if the other tables had been occupied. The thought alone makes me wince.

At last I can also see Alex properly. He looks stunning in his jeans and a white shirt. His dark hair provides a beautiful contrast to the shirt clinging tightly to his sinewy torso. He isn’t quite as muscular as Liam, but still extremely attractive. His brown eyes are watching me with a smile. His hand holds the remote control for the ceiling lights. 

“You had that the whole time?” I point to the remote.

“Yeah,” he nods. Just in case you may not feel so well at some stage.”

“How considerate,” I remark with a slightly wry grin. Then I start gathering my clothes which are spread all over the bed and the floor.

My eyes spot the black stick with feathers attached to the end of it lying beside Alex. Ha! That’s what he used to torment me!

Alex is visibly amused. “Did you enjoy my toy?” he asks.

“Not in the least,” I say coquettishly. “Wasn’t it obvious?”

“Really?” he laughs. “You were pretty loud. But I like that. It felt like your body totally responded to mine.”

“Um,” I mumble and get dressed. I still wonder how Alex managed so well in the darkness. Granted, the different dishes and the wine glasses, too, have been conveniently arranged within easy reach on a little table, but I would definitely have spilled and upset the whole lot had I tried to pick anything up.

“Do you often use this place?” I enquire.

“No, why?” Alex seems genuinely startled by my question. “I’ve never been here before. This was supposed to be something really special. Just for you.”

Although I’m flattered, I don’t really buy it.

“Bullshit,” I say. “I bet you’ve been here many times before. How else would you have managed so well in the dark?”

“Compared to most people I’m not afraid of it. When my older sister was nine years old she lost her sight in an accident and had to learn how to cope without it. I was seven at the time and took part in her lessons. I wanted to know how it was for her and give her the feeling that she wasn’t alone. So I blindfolded myself and tried to recreate what she felt,” Alex explains.

“I’m so sorry,” I stammer. “I didn’t know.”

“No need. My sister is the strongest person I know. She regards the fact that she could see as a child as a gift. And she trained all her other senses so well that she gets by without any external help whatsoever. I’ve learned a lot from her.”

I remember Liam telling me that Alex is the most empathetic man he knows. Having listened to the story, I agree with him. How many other children would have done something like that for their sister? Not many, I guess.

At last I’m told some personal information about one of the guys, I think pleasantly surprised.

Alex is watching me buttoning up my blouse.

“May I kiss you?” he asks with an expectant expression.

“You can’t be serious,” I laugh. “First you have sex with me and then you ask me if you can kiss me?”

“Yes,” he nods. “Exactly that.”

I’m amused. Alex really is an unusual man.

“So? May I kiss you?” he asks again.

“I’d say I owe you that much, don’t I?” I reply.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says. “But I would love a kiss. I find kissing far more intimate than sex.” 

I don’t quite agree with him. In my view sex is about as intimate as it gets. But if Alex wants a kiss – I gladly oblige.

“Sure,” I wink at him. “But just the one.”

“Thank you,” Alex smiles and pats his lap with his hand. “Sit down so.”

What a strange guy. First he presents me with one of the best orgasms I ever had and then he makes such a big deal about a single kiss.

I slightly raise my skirt and sit down on his lap.

Alex pulls me really close to his chest. One of his hands tenderly strokes my back; the other rests on my sternum.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers.

I do what he says and close my eyes. I can feel his warm body through my blouse. I deeply inhale his pleasant scent and enjoy the tender caresses of his fingers.

Alex’s kiss is just as gentle as his touch. Loving and sensitive.

His tenderness and my earlier intense climax kindle a veritable emotional rollercoaster inside me. Alex’s way of kissing touches my soul against my will. It’s the way one should be kissed by a man who loves you from the bottom of his heart. I think of Andrew and feel the tears running down my cheeks.

I struggle to swallow the frog in my throat and suppress my tears.

“One can’t always be strong,” Alex whispers and keeps stroking my back. “If you don’t face your feelings, you’ll eventually die emotionally. I know from experience.”

My intellect takes over and I abruptly move away from him. I’ve just realized what he’s trying to do. He wants me to open my soul to him.

But it doesn’t work that way.

I won’t do it!

It’s enough that my body reacts so intensely to the three men. My feelings are nobody’s business, my roomies included.  I’ve decided to enjoy the next few weeks and have fun. That doesn’t work if I get emotionally involved.

Alex appears to play people as well as he plays the piano. It makes him far more dangerous than Liam or Marcus.

But he is right after all: a kiss can be far more intimate than sex.

“Let us leave now, please,” I say while I dry my face with the back of my hand. 

“As you wish,” Alex agrees with such a poker face, I’ve really no idea what he’s thinking right now.

Damn it! Why did he have to do that to me?