Free Tasting Pleasure by Anarie Brady Page A

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