Free Tasting Pleasure by Marie Haynes Page A

as an eyelash. Once, she had risen to her knees before his command and had suffered the consequences. After being tied to the centre 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 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.
    “Greet me,” Maverick commanded.
    Alicia raised herself to a kneeling position and immediately released him from his trousers. Without preamble she took his manhood into her mouth, sucking her greeting and cradling his warm balls in her hands. She could not contain a soft moan of pleasure at the taste of his skin. While she took pride in her service to Mr. Devonshire, she took pleasure in her greeting. When she felt his hand on her head gently pushing her away, she almost, but not quite, leaned against him in protest. She had learned to control herself a few weeks prior when she had grasped his arse, desperate for him to allow her to continue her service. As a punishment she was caned, whipped and, most devastating of all, denied the pleasure of him inside of her for a full week. She had learned her lesson well.
    “Stand,” Maverick said as he held out his hand to assist her.
    It never ceased to amaze Alicia how a man so demanding in his service requirements was also, without fail, a gentleman.
    “Alicia, I want you to meet another of my companions,” he said. “This is Megan. Alicia has been with me for only a few months, Megan, so she is still a novice, but a very adept one. Show her a proper greeting.”
    Alicia wasn’t quite sure what to expect as she gazed at the lovely woman standing before her. Megan’s short blonde hair fringed her pixie-like face. Despite her small, angular features, Megan topped Alicia’s height by a good three inches. She also wore heels, stockings and a corset, but while Alicia’s ensemble was black, Megan’s was a pure, virginal white. While Megan hurried to comply with Maverick’s command, Alicia noticed a tiny flicker in her eyes. Was that resentment she saw before the blonde dropped her gaze?
    Unsure of how to react, Alicia stood still as Megan wrapped her arms around her and kissed her full on the lips.
    “You should return the greeting,” Maverick encouraged.
    Alicia reached around Megan, returning the hug and kiss, offering a small welcoming smile. Alicia felt herself blush as she realised how her body was reacting to the softness of the other woman.
    “I felt it was time the two of you met. Alicia, I have honoured you by sharing you with one of my male friends. Now it is time you learn to ‘expand’, shall we say. Tonight you will learn the pleasure of teamwork. You will both service me. I will require a bath and a massage. Megan has a gift for both therapeutic and sensual massage. You will assist her. You will each work together—in harmony and silence. Any mistakes will have consequences. It matters not who makes the mistake or who receives the consequence since you are both equally responsible for my pleasure. Do you have any questions?” Maverick asked as he began to undress himself.
    With a quick glance in Megan’s direction, Alicia frowned in confusion. A shiver of apprehension wove its way through her as she noticed Megan’s slightly contemptuous look.
    “No, Mr. Devonshire,” Megan replied. “You will receive all the pleasure you desire and deserve.”
    Maverick simply raised his eyebrows as Alicia took the initiative and began to fill the tub with warm water. Megan hurried to add soothing bath salts. When the tub was filled, Alicia turned off the water and knelt before Maverick, silently beseeching him to relax in the fragrant water.