Tasting Pleasure (8 page)

“Feeling empty?” he asked as he stepped in front of her.

“Yes,” she mumbled.

“Good. I had intended to fuck you, both your arse and your pussy. But since you sought to pleasure yourself, you will suffer the consequence of frustration.” He took a step back and Alicia cried softly.

“Stand up, now,” he continued. “Don’t sniffle. You know this is deserved, don’t you?” He held her face gently in his hands.

“Yes, I do. Thank you, Spiro,” she replied.

He kissed her. “You are very welcome. Next time you will remember a command. Now it is time for us to go.”

Alicia wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked at him questioningly.

Spiro simply laughed and draped the cloak about her shoulders. He also pointed to a bag on the bed. Alicia smiled as she opened it—shoes! Beautiful golden sandals with long laces fashioned in a Grecian style.

“Oh! These are lovely,” she squealed with delight.

“I thought you might like them. Now don’t waste time. Put them on, and we’ll be on our way.”

Despite her unease at leaving the hotel wearing only a cloak and shoes with a man she barely knew, Alicia smiled bravely. Remembering her wandering glances of the night before, she was careful to keep her eyes downcast slightly as they left the suite, entered the elevator and walked through the lobby on their way to the car.

Apparently Spiro noticed because he ran his hand down her hair and said, “You learn quickly.”

Alicia warmed with pride.

They said nothing during the ride to the unknown destination, but when he was not shifting gears, his hand was between her thighs, keeping her wet the entire time. Presently Spiro pulled up in front of a small, elegant restaurant. A valet opened her door and offered his hand to help her out of the car. Glancing first at Spiro, who nodded approval, Alicia placed her hand in the young man’s. When she did so, her cape gaped open, and he received a full view of her naked body. Embarrassed, Alicia quickly clasped the cape together and blushed.

“Leave it,” Spiro directed.

Alicia hesitated for a moment but released the edges of the garment. She waited on the curb for Spiro to come beside her and hand the keys to the valet. When she looked up at him, his eyes were hard.

“Henry, would you like to see more of this companion?” he asked the young man.

“Why yes, Spiro, I would,” he answered with a sly grin creeping over his face.

Spiro opened her cloak, allowing Henry a full, unobstructed view of her nudity. Alicia could feel the heat of the blush on her cheeks spread down her neck. She also felt her labia tingle with excitement.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll see to your car.”

Closing her cloak, Spiro grasped Alicia’s elbow and escorted her into the darkened building. The room was, in fact, so dark that she could barely see. Spiro did not seem to have that problem as he confidently strode to a booth in the back.

“Remove your cloak,” he directed, “and hang it on the hook next to the booth.”

Alicia gasped. Did he really intend for her to be naked in a public building?

“I’m waiting.”

Biting her lips, Alicia did as she had been bid. She desperately wanted to look about the room to see if anyone was staring at her but dared not.

“Be seated, my dear,” he directed.

Alicia gratefully slid into the booth. Spiro also slid onto the bench across from her and then reached up to pull a golden cord. Alicia’s eyes widened as a heavy velvet curtain closed, effectively ensuring their privacy. Once it glided over the opening, Spiro flipped a switch on the wall, activating a small light above the table.

“You must learn to trust your Master, even a temporary Master,” he instructed. “This is a very special restaurant primarily frequented by like-minded people. The curtain ensures privacy, but the light signals the wait staff.”

Alicia sighed with relief. Spiro was right. She did need to trust Mr. Devonshire and his friends more. Looking back on the last few hours, she understood that nothing had happened to her that she hadn’t enjoyed. The tension in her shoulders evaporated.

“Right. I imagine you’re quite famished by now. I will order for you. You, my beauty, will not speak unless spoken to and you will, naturally, obey any command given to you. Understood?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Understood,” she replied.

Within a few minutes, a waitress opened the curtain and presented them with glasses of white wine. Alicia’s mouth dropped open as she gazed at the beautiful woman. She was dressed in a traditional French maid’s outfit—complete with fishnet stockings, hairpiece and apron. Alicia also saw Spiro’s hand dive beneath the girl’s skirt to caress her bottom.

“What can I get for you, Spiro?” the waitress asked.

“We will have the special, Georgina. Silk?”

“Yes, sir,” she responded. “Rental?” she asked, nodding toward Alicia.

Alicia started to open her mouth to protest but remembered Spiro’s directives.

“Now don’t be catty. She belongs to Maverick, and I was lucky enough to win her last night at the auction,” he explained.

“Lucky girl. Nice tits too,” she responded before closing the curtain.

Alicia silently steamed.

“Georgina was once my companion but decided to branch out on her own,” Spiro explained. “She is known for spurts of jealousy and a biting tongue. This position suits her much better. Since the staff here is independent, she basically works for herself. But because of the clientele, if she gets out of hand she can also enjoy a good spanking or public humiliation.” He daintily sipped his wine before continuing. “You did a nice job of ignoring her barb. Still, I do believe she’s missing my touch.”

Alicia again began to respond but stopped herself. Spiro had not asked her a question. Noting her behavior, Spiro laughed and lifted his glass in toast.

“Enjoy the wine. Our first course should be ready soon.”

True enough, Georgina arrived minutes later with a steaming bowl of potato soup. This was followed by a warm spinach salad, poached salmon and mashed vegetables. Throughout the meal, Spiro remained silent, so Alicia had no choice but to follow suit. Luckily the food was quite good, but she felt that the addition of some hard cheese and garlic would improve the flavor of the mashed cauliflower. By the time the tea was served with a light dessert of mixed fruit, Alicia had practically forgotten her nudity. When the curtain unexpectedly opened, she jumped.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Maverick!” Spiro stood and shook hands with Mr. Devonshire. “We’re just finishing up, so your timing is perfect. Sit.”

Maverick slid next to Alicia, casually draping an arm about her shoulders and dropping a kiss on her head. Alicia glowed with happiness when he reached his hand down and began tweaking her nipple.

“I’m a bit early, but traffic was much lighter than I expected,” he explained.

The two men discussed a variety of subjects, but Alicia sat silent, enjoying Maverick’s gentle tweaks and touches. When his hand crept between her thighs and a finger dipped into her slit, she tipped her head back and sighed.

“And has my companion pleased you?” he asked.

Alicia held her breath. Had she?

“Quite,” Spiro assured him.

Alicia could breathe again.

“If she can gain some confidence in herself, I think she’ll be one of the best companions you’ve ever had.”

“I agree completely,” Maverick answered. “Alicia, I’ve brought you a dress. Why don’t you slip it on, and then we’ll leave. You must be tired.”

Alicia nodded happily as she donned the dress.

“I believe I have a former companion to deal with. If you’ll excuse me,” Spiro said with a wicked grin. “Alicia, it’s been a pleasure.” He leaned over the table to kiss her before opening the curtain and shouting, “Georgina! Come here!”

“You’ve pleased me greatly,” Mr. Devonshire complimented her. “Come. I’m going to take you home now, but I’ll be in touch soon. Be ready for my call.”

Chapter Five

Birthday Cake

(a.k.a. Lord Baltimore Cake)

Cake

Grease and flour 2 8” layer pans

Sift together: 2 cups cake flour

1 1/3 cups sugar

3 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

Add: 1/3 cup softened butter

2/3 cup heavy cream

1/2 teaspoon lemon flavoring

1/2 teaspoon vanilla

Rind of one lemon

Beat together for 2 minutes.

Add: another 1/3 cup of cream

4 egg yolks, unbeaten

Beat at medium speed another 2 minutes.

Pour into prepared pans and bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees Fahrenheit) for 30 to 35 minutes.

Pink Frosting:

Boil at 242 degrees Fahrenheit (or until mixture forms a thin thread)

1 1/2 cups sugar

1/3 cup water

1/3 cup maraschino cherry juice

1 teaspoon light corn syrup

Beat 2 egg whites stiff. Pouring slowly, add hot mixture.

Add: 1/2 teaspoon lemon flavoring

Continue beating until mixture is fluffy and holds its shape.

Filling:

Into 1/3 of Pink Frosting from above, mix roughly ¼ cup each
(according to individual taste) macaroon crumbs

chopped and toasted pecans and almonds

toasted maraschino cherries, chopped.

Once cake has cooled, spread Filling over one layer. Top with second layer. Cover sides and top with Frosting.

True to his word, Maverick never interfered with Alicia’s professional responsibilities. A few days after the auction, he had called,
requesting
her presence, but she had been at a crucial stage in preparing a special birthday meal for a client. The cake was a bit tricky, so she had not been able to accommodate him. She had worried that Maverick would be disappointed, possibly even angry with her for being unavailable, but he had graciously suggested a more convenient time. While she had received a consequence of twenty swats with the leather paddle for being three minutes late in arriving at his home, Maverick had not been disappointed in the least by her prior commitment.

Alicia smiled as she touched up her lipstick before entering Maverick’s home. A week after the auction, Maverick had instructed her to dress with special care for a special evening—a black, strapless corset, stockings, heels—and nothing else. Mr. Devonshire had graciously allowed her to wrap a sarong around her waist before leaving the security of the car, however she had not been granted permission to wear it in the car nor once she entered the house. Due to the strapless top, she had still garnered quite a few intrigued stares as she had driven the distance to his home. Mr. Devonshire had also stated that she could bring with her a small overnight bag containing lower heels and a dress. But, he had warned, under no circumstances could she pack undergarments of any kind.

Unable to control herself, Alicia wriggled with anticipation. If Maverick was allowing her to bring an overnight bag, then that must mean he meant her to stay the night. If he meant her to stay the night, then that might just mean he planned to use her for an extended time since it was barely three o’clock in the afternoon now—the time when she had been instructed to arrive. Maverick had also hinted that a surprise would be awaiting her.

Alicia knew Maverick had other companions, but despite being loaned to a friend of his once, she had never enjoyed the opportunity of meeting another of his companions. She supposed that while some people might feel jealousy at this prospect, she felt only curiosity and nervousness. It made perfect sense to her that Mr. Devonshire’s needs would be wide and varied and, as had been the case earlier, she was not always available. Therefore if he wanted to engage the services of other companions, that was fine with her. In all honesty, she really wasn’t the jealous type. Mr. Devonshire had made it clear that she too was allowed other friendships, but so far, she simply wasn’t interested in seeing anyone else. As long as he was happy, she was happy. Besides, perhaps she could learn from another companion. Certain areas of her performance could use improvement, and some tips from another woman might be helpful. For example, despite some basic anal training, she still had difficulty accepting Mr. Devonshire into her arsehole. Maybe she needed a different enema routine or perhaps she just needed to relax her muscles more.

Alicia ran her braid through her hand, making sure it was neat and tidy, then opened the door to Mr. Devonshire’s home. Once inside, she immediately went to the playroom, placed her bag in the closet, knelt facing the door and placed her forehead on the floor, her hands palms-down on either side of her head. She concentrated on her breathing, centering her mind. Within a few moments, the stress of the outside world left her and she contentedly awaited his arrival.

When Mr. Devonshire finally opened the door, she nearly jumped with surprise. Knowing his expectations, however, she remained motionless. Sometimes he walked to a chair or poured himself a glass of whiskey before commanding her to greet him. Other times he expected an immediate greeting. Whatever his desire, Alicia knew enough to await his pleasure before moving so much as an eyelash. Once, she had risen to her knees before his command and had suffered the consequences. After being tied to the center pole with her hands above her head, Mr. Devonshire had forced her to watch him masturbate until he sprayed his seed over her body. The torment of seeing him but being unable to touch him in any manner had reduced her to begging for his forgiveness. Only after she had tearfully and sincerely begged had he finally released her from bondage and allowed her to greet him. Therefore, when she heard the soft pad of a second pair of footsteps, she was not even tempted to peek, despite her natural curiosity.