Penthouse of pleasure - uncertain desire (German Edition) (8 page)

“You’ve already got to know each other a little as I can see!”

I twirl around. Without us noticing, Liam has sat down at the dining table. Casually leaning back in his chair, he’s sipping a glass of red wine, watching us. He’s changed his clothes. Now he’s wearing jeans and a black, skintight T-shirt that really suits him.

“How long have you been here?” I want to know.

“Quite a while. And just as well or I would have missed your mating dance,” Liam grins and offers me his glass. “Would you like some wine? Looks as if you could do with a little refreshment.”

Why does everyone in this apartment have to creep around like that? I was actually a bit startled seeing Liam sitting at the table like that and somehow feel found out. But that’s presumably due to the fact that I’m not used to flirting with several men at the same time who know each other and who actually enjoy it.

Marcus winks at me. “Liam’s a voyeur. Don’t let it get to you. He simply loves watching.”

I immediately believe Marcus. I remember Liam at the sex club and feel myself blushing. Thankfully it doesn’t show in the dim light.

“Why don’t you sit down? I’ll quickly take care of the main course and then we can start eating,” Marcus says and disappears behind the kitchen counter.

Shaken, I sit down beside Liam and take a long swig from his wineglass. I really need the alcohol right now. Never would I have thought that I would fall for Marcus so quickly. But who doesn’t get turned on by a man who’s such a sexy dancer?

“See, Marcus isn’t so bad,” Liam whispers in my ear. “He can definitely cook and dance. And maybe even more...” Liam takes the glass I’m holding and puts it down on the table. “I want you to change now,” he says, his voice sounding throaty. “Forget about the jeans. Put on a skirt, but no underwear!”

I gulp. Liam’s words make my lower regions tingle. But I don’t want to make it that easy for him. “What did I say about taking orders earlier?” I retort boldly.

“And what was my answer?” Liam counters, looking deep into my eyes. “Your cute fanny is due for a good spanking sooner or later. You really are far too naughty!”

My imagination goes riot. The idea of Liam putting me across his knees is so sexy that my clitoris starts pounding. I’m not into the whole S&M scene – whips, nipple clamps and all that – but I like it a bit rough and my fanny is a highly erogenous zone. Perhaps I should tease Liam a bit more.

“And what if I don’t want to get changed?” I challenge him.

“Then darling,” Liam responds, “you’re more stupid than I thought and you’ll miss the best sex you’ve had recently.”

“And I thought us two already had the best sex,” I reply.

“Not even close,” Liam laughs. You’ve no idea. But I’ll make an exception and just ask you nicely: Dear Katherine, would you kindly put on a skirt for me? That would be wonderful!”

“See? You can do it,” I reply trying to sound unconcerned. “Would you excuse me for a moment so?”

I can hear Marcus laughing in the background. “Liam’s right,” he remarks. “You really are special. Don’t be long. Dinner is nearly ready!” 

I nod. When I leave the room I notice a black canvas bag. That wasn’t there earlier or was it? Liam presumably put it there.

My suitcases are still stored in Liam’s room and on the way there I ponder which skirt to wear. Perhaps the black mini with the gold sequins? And I must somewhere have garterless stockings.  I really bought them for Andrew’s sake. But seeing that we didn’t have any sex during the weeks just before the break-up, I’ve never used them.

This would be the right opportunity, I think defiantly and erase any thought of Andrew from my mind. I’ve made my decision. Tonight I’m going to enjoy myself. Let’s see what happens after.

I’m so excited that my fingers tremble when I slip out off my pants and into the stockings. The idea of sleeping with Marcus and Liam really excites me. I adjust my skirt and scrutinize myself in Liam’s wall mirror. My cheeks are slightly red with stage fright, but it kind of suits me. My face looks fresher that way. I pull my fingers through my long blond hair and take a last deep breath.

Here we go!

I strut into the kitchen in my black high heels, feeling the cool air with every step. It’s strange not wearing any underwear. Strange, but somehow wicked. I’ve never not worn anything underneath a skirt.

Liam and Marcus are relaxing at the kitchen counter, drinking wine and chatting. When I enter the room they both look up. I bravely pull my skirt up just a tiny little bit so they can see my stockings.

“Better?” I ask saucily and look at Liam.

“Much better,” he nods appreciatively and walks over to me. “Let’s just check if you really didn’t put on any panties.” He’s standing in front of me and pushes his hand up under my skirt. “Um. You actually didn’t. Good for you, darling!” His fingers linger on my butt.

“I should really check for myself,” Marcus grins and deposits his wineglass on the counter. I feel the adrenalin surging through my body as he slowly approaches and positions himself behind me so that I’m now wedged in between the two men. He also pushes a hand under my skirt and caresses my other butt cheek. “Don’t move!” he whispers. Then he lifts my skirt with his other hand and very lightly strokes the lips of my vulva. I moan. Liam, too, employs his other hand and they take turns caressing my fanny, my loins and my clitoris. I feel their fingers. They are everywhere exploring my erogenous zones.

“Kiss me,” Liam says. I do as I’m told and his tongue conquers my mouth while Marcus is stroking my clitoris and then very suddenly enters me with his fingers.

Oh, God!

I’m hit by a wave of arousal. Marcus finds my G-spot right way. His fingers are pushing inside me, relentlessly teasing my most sensitive part.  Liam interrupts our kiss. “That should do for starters. What do you thing, Marcus?”

“I agree,” Marcus says and pulls out his finger.

“No,” I gasp, “don’t stop!“ 

The bastards, I think.

Liam grins. “We may just continue later if your behave yourself. Until then just sit down in our place of honor.” He points to one of the seats at the end of the table.

I take a deep breath to calm myself. Jesus, that was incredible. My lips are swollen from Liam’s passionate kiss and my clitoris is pounding with desire. Ever the gentleman, Liam adjusts my chair. I’m about to sit down when I happen to gaze at the seat’s surface. What’s that?

“Why don’t you sit down?”  Liam says watching my reaction.

“Sit down on that?” I ask and point to something on my chair. A round cushion with a phallus-shaped object in the middle. “You should be wet enough,” Liam smiles. “Let’s call it your permanent entree.”

The object isn’t very long, two or three inches perhaps, but has a relatively large diameter. I position myself over the chair, lift up my skirt and very slowly sink down onto the cushion. The phallus penetrates me and impales me. Ah!

Marcus puts a plate of chicken and a bowl of rice down on the table while watching me.

“Do you want to go first?” he asks Liam and extracts something from the black canvas bag which is now beside his chair. I should have realized that this is where they keep their toys. Liam hands Marcus a remote control.

“My pleasure!” Marcus grins, sits down beside me and grabs the remote. “Just eat whatever you like!” he says pointing to the chicken, the rice and all the other tapas bowls. At the same time, he’s pressing the remote control. Just like the vibro-egg did the night before, the phallus now starts jerking inside me. I press my hands on my thighs and take a deep breath. This gadget is even better than the egg. It doesn’t just vibrate, it also pulsates and unrelentingly stimulates my most sensitive spot. Marcus looks amused and increases the vibrator’s intensity with a push of the button.

“Ah!” I groan, biting my lips.

“Not bad? What do you think?” Marcus grins. “Liam likes electronic gadgets. “It looks as if you’re really enjoying the cushion.”

“Let me have a go,” Liam says and grabs the remote.

I clench my teeth. It needs all my concentration not to scream out loud. No way am I going to play into their hands like that.  Just wait, I think, I’ll pay you back. Liam toys around with more settings, but by deeply in- an exhaling I manage to control myself.

“Not bad. You’re really quite on top of it if you want,” Liam remarks and turns off the vibrator at last. “Let’s eat.”

I take another deep breath. Then I have some of the delicious tapas and a bit of chicken and rice while my eyes never leave the remote on the kitchen table.

My appetite being sated, I decide to become active. I like the way Marcus and Liam play with me, but I no longer want to be their obedient toy. I’ve also got ideas.

Very slowly I get up and let the vibrator slide out. 

“Hey, what are you doing? Sit down” Liam commands.

“What did I tell you about orders?“ I reply in a syrupy voice, sit down on the edge of the table and cross my legs.

“Sit! Down!” Liam growls.

I shake my head. “No, I won’t.”

“Sit down, Kate, or do you need my help?” Marcus now also contributes.

Jesus Christ, they really are super macho, I think. What kind of women usually sleep with them?

I quite like when men are a little more dominant during sex, but not all the time. “No,” I assert myself, “it’s my turn!” I dip my index finger into one of the sauces. “And you two just stay where you are!“

It’s quite amusing to see the boys being completely shocked when someone doesn’t do as they are told. I’m aware that the game I’m playing could be dangerous, but I still continue. I open my lips, lick off some of the sauce and then put my finger in my mouth. I suck the tip of my finger with relish and then keep moving my finger inside my mouth. Liam and Marcus stare at me. “Fancy some more sauce,” I tease them. “How about you, darling?” I address Marcus. 

Marcus is panting. “Jesus, Liam, what the hell is that?”

Liam shrugs his shoulders in amusement. “No idea. She’s completely unpredictable.” 

“
She
is very much here,” I say. “And now you better be good and do as I tell you.”

I pick up the gravy boat and walk towards Marcus. “Hands behind the back of the chair!”

Marcus looks at me bewildered. Indecisive as to what to do.

“Are you issuing the orders now?” Liam asks and gets up.

“Only too right, I am,” I reply boldly. “And you, my friend, better stay sitting down. It’s not your turn just yet!”

Liam hesitates, then sits down again. “Okay,” he nods and leans back. “I can’t wait.”

Marcus is not making any moves to put his hands behind the back of his chair.

“Go on,” I whisper and look really deeply into his eyes. Then I dip my fingers into the sauce again and lick if off, savoring every drop. “You’ll like it!”

“Damn it!” Marcus curses, his eyes glued to me index finger. “You really are a little bitch!”

“I gladly return the compliment,” I reply and point my head towards his hands. “Are you scared?”

“Never!” Marcus snorts and finally does put his hands behind the back of his chair.

“See. That wasn’t too hard!” I say, put down the gravy boat and very slowly start unzipping his jeans. His penis is already slightly erect. My little performance must be turning him on after all. I dip my finger into the sauce again and spread some of the liquid over his phallus. Then I carefully lick the top of his penis until I take it into my mouth and suck it. Out of the corner of my eyes I spot a fascinated Liam watching us.

Marcus groans and grabs my hair. I immediately look up and ignore his now very erect member.

“I told you to leave your hands behind the chair!”

“You bitch!” Marcus moans, but he does as he’s told.

I take his dick back into my mouth, place my fingers around the shaft and mercilessly move my head up and down.

Marcus is contorting underneath me. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better stop right now,” he gnarls, his voice all husky.

I have no intention of stopping and gradually increase my speed until his penis violently jerks inside my mouth and he comes with a groan.

Grinning, I get up, take my wineglass and take a large swig.

“Oh, my God!” Marcus sighs and looks at me appreciatively. ”Now I understand why Liam doesn’t want to let you go.”

I turn around to Liam with a smile.

I can’t quite read his expression. His eyes have narrowed to slits.

“Do you want a go?” I ask naughtily.

“Enough!” Liam shouts. “You get over here right now!” He’s got up and now he bangs the top of the table with his fist. “Now!”

I quizzically arch my eyebrows. Looks as if he wants to be in charge. Do I want him to? Well, why not actually? I can’t deny that it turns me on being taken by Liam. But I don’t want to make it all that easy for him. Let’s play the game a little longer. 

“No!” I say, shaking my head.

“Last chance,” he replies. “Come over here.”

“I’ve absolutely no intention!”

“If I’ve to come and get you, your fanny’s in for it!”

His words cause a pleasant tingling in my lower regions. “Just you try!” I retort.

Liam walks over to me. “Right so!, he growls, grabs me and throws me across his shoulder.

“Hey!” I object and thump his back. ”Let me down!”

“With pleasure,” he replies and deposits me on the other side of the table. With a sweep of his hand he pushes every object in his way aside. Then he abruptly turns me around so that I’m now lying on my belly, my butt stuck in the air.

”I need your help for a minute,” Liam turns to Marcus while positioning my hands on the table. “There are some handcuffs in the black bag. Will you get them for me?”

“My pleasure!”

I turn my head to the side to see Marcus zipping his pants up again. Then he extracts the cuffs from the bag and approaches me. My nipples become rock hard when I imagine what’s about to happen.

I don’t resist when Liam puts my hands on my back and cuffs them. “Well, darling, you were asking for it! Marcus, if you would just hold her down for a second…” Marcus grins, sits down on the edge of the table and applies a little pressure to keep my upper body on the table. Now I’m helplessly at Liam’s mercy. But exactly that incredibly turns me on. My clitoris is pounding with desire. 

Liam pushes up my skirt, exposing my naked fanny. ”What do you think, Marcus? What’s the punishment for issuing orders without permission?”

“Well, I think you should spank her little behind for starters. Then she gets a good screw!”

I gulp and already feel myself getting wet imagining what’s in store. Twice Liam slaps my exposed butt hard with the palm of his hand. “Ah!” I moan and try to raise myself up. But Marcus holds me in an iron grip. Liam caresses my clitoris, strokes me until I’m even more moist and then penetrates me with two fingers. I greedily welcome them, extend my pelvis to him. He suddenly takes aim and forcefully smacks my fanny again with his fingers working inside me. I pant. I’m so aroused, I hardly notice the pain. “Fuck me, please!” I beg.

We had actually planned on banging you together,” Liam growls, “but you messed up that idea. We’ll have to catch up on that one some other time!” He pulls his finger out.

“No, don’t stop!” I whine. 

Take over for a sec., will you,” Liam addresses Marcus, who nods and slightly loosens his grip while his free hand massages my butt. Then he, too, slaps my fanny real hard and penetrates me with his fingers.

“Ah!” I scream.

“You so deserved that,” he whispers and tickles my most sensitive spot.

Suddenly I feel him pulling his fingers out and something bigger enters me. Liam’s penis is so erect, it fills me completely. He starts moving inside my, then thrusts harder while Marcus caresses my fanny. I scream with lust, completely surrender to it until Liam and I finally climax together.