Page 18 of Private Pleasures

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.”