Page 38 of Private Pleasures

Nora did not bother to ask him how he knew her son’s name. He would have said what Kyle said, she suspected. “Is The Channel available everywhere?” she queried him.

“We are given different names in different locations, but yes. We can be accessed all over the world in one way or another,” Mr. Nicholas told her as his dark eyes danced with amusement. “Do you know when you would like to join us?” he said to her. “Now that I know your wishes, we need no further notice. You may come when you choose to come, my dear.”

“Not yet,” Nora said. “I just wanted to know if it were possible, and I may never remain longer than an evening.”

“Ah, but I think you will,” Mr. Nicholas told her. “Kyle is very charming, and so much nicer than what you have been used to, my dear. Since you have not changed him, I can assume he is performing his duties in a satisfactory manner. Have you grown bored with Rolf? You have not used him recently.”

Nora felt a blush heating her cheek. “Rolf is delightful,” she said coolly, “but Kyle needed more of my time. Rolf will return to join us soon.”

“How intuitive you are,” Mr. Nicholas noted, “to understand Kyle’s needs as well as your own. He will serve you well under those circumstances. Have I answered all your questions, my dear?”

“Not all, but all I mean to ask you for now,” Nora said. Should she be afraid of this man? And yet he was very charming, cultured, and mannerly. There was nothing to be afraid of from Mr. Nicholas.

“One final thing, my dear,” he said to her. “If I do you the favor of allowing you to remain within The Channel at your pleasure, is it not reasonable of me to assume that you would owe me a favor one day? Would you agree?” The dark eyes looked directly into her gray green ones.

“Of course,” Nora agreed even as a small shiver touched her spine.

He smiled, and then he arose. “Then our business is concluded for now, my dear. I shall look forward to seeing you again one day. Our tea party has been a delightful interlude for me. Shall I call Margaret to escort you to the elevator?”

“I can find my own way,” Nora said. She held out her hand to bid him good-bye.

But instead of shaking her hand this time he took it in his small soft hand and, raising it to his lips, kissed it. “It has been a pleasure, Nora. Good-bye.”

“Good-bye,” she said, feeling a burning sensation where his mouth had touched the back of her hand. She hurried to the door and, opening it, went into the outer office. “Good-bye, Margaret,” she told Mr. Nicholas’s assistant, and the woman smiled and nodded a farewell. Nora almost ran to the elevator. It opened at once, and stepping in, she saw there was only one button to press. She pushed it with her finger, and the doors closed, and the sensation of rising filled her. When the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened again, she stepped out into her penthouse.

Outside the large windows, the cityscape glowed with a clear night. She drew a deep breath and turned, startled to find Kyle there. “Oh! You frightened me!” she said.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You look pale, Red Rover. Come and sit down, and tell me about your visit with Mr. Nicholas.” He drew her to the couch, and pulled her down into his arms. “You’re shivering.”

“Who is he?” Nora asked Kyle. “Who is Mr. Nicholas?”

“I don’t understand,” Kyle replied. “Mr. Nicholas is Mr. Nicholas.”

Nora bit her lip. “He is so urbane. He treats this as if it were a normal occurrence, and damnit, The Channel isn’t exactly your everyday recreation.”

“Do you really want to question the very thing that brings you so much pleasure, Red Rover?” he asked her gently. “Ask yourself what your life would be without me, without The Channel? When you return to your own reality, Nora, don’t you feel stronger for having been here?”

“Yes!” she said. “Yes, my life has been so much better since I found The Channel,” Nora agreed.

“Then don’t question how this has come to be, Red Rover. I’m here—The Channel is here—just for your enjoyment. No more second-guessing, okay?”

“Okay,” Nora agreed. “Now, kiss me, slave!” She raised her face to him.

His lips brushed hers tenderly.

“Take off your shorts,” she commanded, and she helped him remove the single garment, twisting her body so that she might begin to kiss and lick at him. He stretched his length, his heels pressing into the carpet. Nora’s tongue lapped at the flesh of his chest. She would lick, and then she would blow, and then she would tease him with her hair. Inch by inch she covered his torso with her homage, moving slowly, slowly until she buried her face in his dark pubic hair, breathing in the scent of him, kissing his mound. Her hand wrapped about his penis. Her tongue swiveled about its head several times. She licked at it. Then she put the tip in her mouth, and sucked on it. “Mmmmm,” she said, and drew him deeper into her mouth and throat.

His big hand began to caress her bottom, smoothing around the pale flesh. Her mouth was driving him wild. She would draw on his knob until he was at the point of explosion, and then stop, letting him throb within the cavity of her mouth unfulfilled. Then when the tension had eased, at last she would begin again, teasing him to the point where he thought he would burst, only to stop. His hand wrapped itself in her hair, and he pulled her head up. “It’s time for madame’s riding lesson,” he told her. His dick was sticking straight up. “Get on, Red, or else!”

“Or else what?” she taunted him, and then she shrieked, as he pulled her over his knees and smacked her butt hard several times.

“Get on,” he said again, pulling her over, pushing up her skirt, and lowering her onto his cock. “Ahhh,” he breathed as he slid inside her hot silken vagina. “Now, that’s better. “Now I think we’ll go for a trot, a canter, and a gallop, mistress.”

Nora began to ride him. Slowly at first, then increasing her tempo until he began to moan. His eyes were closed, and the look on his handsome face was utter bliss. “Good horsey,” she teased, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. His hands wrapped themselves about her waist.

“Lean back so I can go deeper,” he told her.

She arched her body, leaning backward, and felt his dick slide deeper into her fevered maw. She squeezed him with her vaginal muscles, and he groaned low. “Oh, very good horsey,” she told him. “Ohh, that’s nice, darling.”