Private Pleasures (8 page)

"You don't need my hand, darling. You just need to put your own hand on the screen. You left in a hurry Monday night. I lost track of the time. Sorry."
Nora put her hand on the screen, felt the pop, and was back in the apartment. Before she could turn, his arms were about her waist, one hand sliding between the folds on her satin shorty robe to cup a full and firm breast. Nora sighed with utter pleasure. "I didn't mean to go," she said. She could feel the sticky wetness already beginning.
"I forgot to tell you that The Channel closes down between four and four thirty a.m.," he said, his tone apologetic.
"Does anyone have a watch around here?" Nora said. "The last thing I remember was Rolfie coming like a raging river, and you blowing off down my throat. The next thing I knew, I was back in my recliner." She turned about so she could see his handsome face. "We can't have that happen again, Kyle, can we?"
"Just pick up the phone," he told her, pointing to the elegant little portable on the living room table, "and press one. Tell them you want a wake-up call at four a.m. They'll just ring through, and that will let us know we have a few minutes to finish up our business," he said with a grin. "I didn't get my turn," Kyle murmured, kissing her ear.
"You had more than your turn last time," she chuckled.
"But Rolf got last licks," he pouted.
"No, I got last licks," she teased him, reaching down to fondle his penis. Then she turned away, pulling out of his embrace, and, picking up the phone, pushed number one.
"Concierge," a crisp voice answered.
"I want a wake-up call for four a.m.," Nora said.
"Very good, Mrs. Buckley," the crisp voice replied, ringing off.
"How did she know my name?" Nora wondered aloud.
"You're in the penthouse," Kyle responded logically.
"Oh." Was she going mad? Well, who cared!
"You didn't eat at the awards dinner," Kyle said. "I fixed you something."
"How do you know that?" She set the phone back in its cradle.
"It's my job to know everything about you and to fulfill your fantasy, Red Rover," he told her.
"I think I like that, even if it is a little creepy," Nora said. "What have you prepared for me, my handsome slave?" She caressed his face, and catching her hand in his, he kissed her palm, then licked at it, before releasing it again.
"We're going to start with raw oysters," he began. "Then asparagus with a nice tart hollandaise, some steak tartare, and finally, for dessert, strawberries, whipped cream, and maybe a little chocolate."
"Ummm," Nora replied. "It sounds delicious. Could we start with dessert first?"
"No," he told her firmly.
She pouted. "Why not? Besides, it's my fantasy. Don't I get to have my way?"
"Not a hundred percent of the time. We're going to need those oysters, Red."
"Why?" she demanded.
"Because I'm going to fuck the ears off of you tonight, that's why," he said in his deep rough voice. "After what happened earlier this evening you're going to need a whole lot of loving tonight, and I'm going to see you get it," he told her.
Nora was silent for a very long moment. If only there were men like Kyle out there in the real world, she thought sadly. Then shaking herself, she undid her blue satin robe, and shed it. "I always wanted to eat naked," she said.
"Me too," he agreed, and dropped his white silk shorts. Then he took her hand. "I set up supper for us out on the terrace."
"What if someone sees us?" Nora gasped.
"Up here?" He laughed. "I don't think so. But so what if they did?" He led her outside.
The flooring of the large terrace was made of red tile. It was warmish beneath her feet. The air temperature was comfortable too. Above them the night sky was like black velvet, dotted with sparkling stars. She had heard you couldn't see the stars in the city, but there they were, floating above her. Well, it was her fantasy, and if she wanted stars, she was damned well going to have them. There was a black terry cloth double chaise lounge. Next to it was a table covered with the food he had described. It looked wonderful.
"Get on the chaise," he said. "I'm going to feed you, Red Rover."
"But how will you eat if you're feeding me?" she asked, positioning herself in a half-upright position on the chaise.
"I'll manage," he told her. Then he took an oyster. "Open up, Nora."
She complied with the request, and he dropped the oyster into her mouth, and then took one for himself. He kept feeding her, and himself, taking just enough time for her to swallow the oyster before he fed her another. When the silver bowl of oysters was emptied he bent over and gave her a slow kiss, his tongue playing with hers. And while they kissed, he began to play with her clitoris, laughing as she grew quickly wet, and pushed two thick fingers into her vagina as far as he could, then stopped.
"Nora, darling, I want you to feed me some of that steak tartare. It's already on the crackers. I have an urge for meat."
She could feel his fingers inside her, and her lust began to boil up. She wanted him to use those big fingers, and frig her till she came, but instead she reached out to a round silver platter and, taking a cracker spread with the raw steak off of it, fed it to him. Then she took one for herself, chewing slowly, trying to ignore the heat rising from her body. She had never imagined sex could be this good, and while she was impatient, she knew he was teaching her. It was going to get even better.
"Do you like the menu, Nora?" he asked her softly, and gently moved the fingers inside of her vagina just enough to send a jolt of sensation through her.
She nodded.
"Did you even imagine eating like this?" he pressed.
"I must have, or we wouldn't be doing it," she murmured back.
"Not everything that happens here will be your will, or your desire," he told her. "But I know you, Red Rover, my girl. You are a firebox of passion, and that stupid bastard you married never knew, never took advantage of it, never cared."
"Nice girls of my generation don't do things like this," she replied.
"Nonsense, Nora! Every woman has secret fantasies of private pleasures. And every woman is entitled to live her fantasies."
She didn't answer him; instead she fed him more of the steak tartare. But he was right. Women did have fantasies, but they rarely if ever really talked about them to anyone. She fed herself another cracker and meat.
"Lie back," he said, and when she did he frigged her until she came, moaning with the pleasure he gave her. Removing his two fingers from her vagina, he put them in his mouth and sucked them free of her come. "You taste very good," he told her softly.
"Do you want more?" she asked wickedly. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest. She had never felt so bold or confident as she did here in this mysterious fantasy world.
"Later, Nora. Later, I promise." he said, and their eyes met.
They finished the crackers and raw meat, feeding each other now as they sat cross-legged on the double chaise. Finally Kyle lifted the silver cover from an oval-shaped silver dish. Inside lay at least a dozen perfect asparagus, long and firm and a lovely shade of spring green. Reaching out for a small pitcher, he poured a stream of perfect hollandaise onto the vegetable. How the hell did anyone keep hollandaise so absolutely flawless? Nora wondered, remembering the Easter dinners and how if the damned sauce wasn't carefully watched, it would curdle. Hell, hollandaise curdled at the whisper of a butterfly's wings, but this hollandaise was indeed perfect.
"Open your mouth," he said softly, holding a stalk of asparagus dripping sauce over her mouth.
"Ummmm," Nora answered him, sucking the offering suggestively. "More, darling Kyle. More!"
"Are you sure it's asparagus you want, Red?" he teased her.
"You know what I want," she told him, "but I'll wait. This is the best meal I've ever eaten, darling. Did you cook it all with your little hands?" She sucked vigorously upon another stalk.
"I called room service," he responded, then licked a bit of sauce from the corner of her luscious mouth. "The management is very particular about their service."
The management. Who was the management? Nora wondered, and then she decided for the interim not to ask questions. She didn't want to spoil her evening, or possibly be banned from The Channel. "Do we have any wine?" she asked him.
He poured her a fruity red called Sweet Scarlet that came from a Long Island vineyard. "Try this," he said.
Nora sipped the wine slowly. She was certainly no connoisseur of wines, but she liked it. It had a clean taste on her tongue. "Good," she told him. "Where's Rolfie?"
"Aren't I enough for you?" he demanded. There was almost a petulant tone to his rough deep voice. "Do you need two men every time?"
"I don't think I ever imagined a threesome until last time. I thought it was fun," Nora said, ignoring his tone.
"It isn't enough for me to come in your mouth, Red," he told her. "And last time when there were the three of us, that was the only option open to me."
"You can have me any way you want, Kyle," she told him seductively, and reaching down, she stroked his big penis. "Any way you want, darling."
"You think you're a big girl now, Nora, but you aren't. You're just beginning to explore your sexuality. I'm here to help you. You've never had a cock up your ass, and that's going to be a next step. But not until you are ready, baby."
"I want both of you tonight," Nora said stubbornly. "Last night was fun until I woke up again. Please, Kyle. Pretty please with sugar on it?" she teased him.
"I want you!" he said in a hard voice.
"You can have me, but you have to share me with Rolfie too," she told him. "At least tonight."
He laughed. "You are a little bitch, but it's going to be his dick you suck tonight, Red, because I really need to fill you full of cock. Okay?"
"Okay," Nora agreed. "Call down, and order up my masseur, lover."
"Not until I've fed you some strawberries," he said mischievously. And he popped one into her mouth.
Nora retaliated, and shortly they were both covered with juice from the ripe berries. They licked each other's faces and hands clean. Before Nora might request Rolf again, Kyle was drizzling a thin stream of chocolate all over her torso, and then spraying cream on top of it. Nora squealed with surprise. He began to lick the chocolate and cream off of her body. His warm tongue lapped at her, and she felt her lust beginning to reassert itself strongly. He dripped chocolate onto her clit, and began to lick at it. Then suddenly he reversed his position so that his penis was near her mouth.
Nora took up the bottle of Hershey's syrup and filled her mouth. Then, reaching out, she took his dick into the newly made bowl, and began to suck and lick at him. He filled her cunt with cool cream, and began to eat her. She sucked him harder and harder as her own senses blazed up.
"I don't want to come in your mouth," he groaned. "When I tell you stop, stop!" He frantically licked the cream he had spread into her sexual cavity, clearing the way for his penetration. "Stop! Damnit, Nora, stop!"
Reluctantly she did, because she wanted him to stuff her with his swollen penis. She opened her mouth and released him. He reversed himself so quickly that she was almost breathless as he plunged into her wet vagina. "Ohh, God, yes, Kyle!" she sobbed in his ear. "Fuck me, darling, and don't stop!" She wrapped her slender legs about his hard body, panting as he labored over her with enthusiasm.
He pulled himself out of her so far that she could feel the very tip of his dick at the mouth of her vagina. Then he pushed himself back in, slowly, slowly. He did this several times until she was sobbing.
"No! No! Faster!" she demanded of him. "Faster, Kyle!"
He complied, and before he wanted to he was coming in hard, thick spurts, and Nora was clawing at his back and mewling with her own pleasure.
"Omigod! Omigod!" she gasped.
"Amen to that," he said, rolling off of her. Then, turning, he looked down into her face. "Feel better, Red?"
She nodded slowly. "Much better," she told him, curling up against him. "But I still want Rolf to join us."
He laughed. "I give up," he said.
"Then call him," she ordered. "And then let's go take a shower. Good thing we didn't do this in the bed."
"We'd just call housekeeping to send up the maid to change the sheets," he told her.
"Is the maid pretty?" Nora asked him.
"She can be. Why?"
"We might try a foursome sometime, or perhaps a different kind of threesome," Nora said suggestively. "Would you like that kind of threesome, Kyle, my lover?"
He nodded.
"Then we'll have to do it sometime," Nora replied daringly. "I've never thought about it before, but it might be fun to watch you get turned on by me and another woman playing together." She slid off of the double chaise, standing. Her pointed red tongue touched her upper lip. "Could two women turn you on even more?"
He nodded again.
"Call for Rolfie, then, lover, and if you're a good boy, maybe next time our threesome will be you, me, and the maid. I'll be in the shower. Come and join me when you've done your duty." With a smile she disappeared back into the apartment.
He followed behind her, picking up the cordless phone on the table in the living room on the way, and pressing a button on it. "Send up Rolf," he said. "Madame would like a massage." Then he entered the luxurious bath, where Nora was already in the shower.
"Wash me," she ordered him, handing him a soap-filled sponge, standing straight and facing him. "I like it when you take care of me."
He took the sponge from her. "Lift your hair up," he said. "And you have to learn how to take care of yourself, Nora."
"I know," she agreed, holding her wet hair off of her shoulders as he began to wash her. "But in a sense I've been taking care of myself, and everyone else, ever since I got married. It's nice having you around. Even if you are just a fantasy."
"Maybe the world which you think you inhabit is the fantasy," he told her, swirling the sponge down and around her chest. He lifted each breast separately and washed it. "Maybe this is the reality."
"No such luck," Nora sighed. "What is it my friend Carla says? Life is a bitch, and then you die. No, Kyle, this is definitely the fantasy, I'm sorry to admit. And when I wake up again, I'll be the plump, middle-aged woman in her chair whose husband is about to dump her for a younger woman. And since, it seems, he's got control of everything, I will have to fight him for my very survival. Hell, I might not be able to afford Suburban Cable, which means I won't have you."
"You wouldn't let that happen, Nora, would you?" The sponge moved over her belly, and down to her pubic area.