Gemini Heat (13 page)

Delia found herself wondering what
he
looked like naked.

The cool, leather-covered seat was strangely affecting. It felt familiar to her. Dangerously evocative. Inextricably linked with sex. Deana had sat in this very same place with her pubis uncovered. She'd ridden Jake's cock here, her warm thighs astride him. She'd come in this car. Come and come. And Delia could feel the echoes . . . Hear the shrill cries of pleasure. She could almost feel Jake inside her, feel her body grip his with its tight inner muscles. Running her fingertips over the leather, she gasped when her flesh roused and fluttered. Soft, moist heat seemed to flow inside her close-fitting panties.

What lay ahead, she hardly dare contemplate. What did an 'at home' with Jackson de Guile amount to? There'd been no mention of dinner, but she wasn't hungry anyway. Not for food. It seemed appalling that a man should invite a woman to his home purely for sex, but Jake was a sensualist. And direct. He seemed not to need the games that other men played.

She had a sudden vision of herself on a couch before him. Her body spreadeagled, her sex open. She was pinned. Fettered even. Her vulva exposed to his perusal.

Other sights followed on . . .

She was kneeling at his feet with his penis in her mouth; his erection was huge and dark. She was drooling and her lips were stretched around him. She remembered the taste of the Prince - as vivid as life -and knew without question that Jake would taste the same. Or better.

The journey took nowhere near as long as she'd expected and she was still lewdly dreaming when she realised it was over. The powerful, almost noiseless car had drawn to a silent full stop. At a loss, she stayed where she was until the door swung open beside her.

'We've arrived, ma'am,' Fargo said neutrally, offering his arm to assist her from the car.

Arrived. But where?

Delia didn't know what she'd been expecting, but they had drawn up before a large, immaculately kept Regency town house. One of those terrifyingly expensive residences which were so beautifully situated that only the most wealthy could afford them. But then again, Jake
was
wealthy. Unimaginably rich and powerful. He was only a prince in her dream-world, but he probably had more money than most real royalty did. This blue-doored house certainly seemed to suggest so.

On the front step, a young woman stood waiting. An ebony-haired sylph of a girl in a crisp white dress and shiny black high-heeled shoes. Her face was indistinct from where Delia stood on the pavement, but her slender form was silhouetted dramatically by the soft, golden toned light flowing out from the hall behind her. She was of medium height, and as she moved forward in greeting, Delia saw a most unusual and delicate face. Perfect cameo features, long dark uptilted eyes, and a smile like the rising of the sun. Given Jake's own eastern heritage it seemed obvious that she came from Japan.

'Hello, Dee. I'm Elf. Jake will be busy for an hour or two, so he's asked me to take care of you.'

The voice was husky, and as harmonious as the lovely, porcelain face. Delia felt a worrying surge of excitement.

'Do come in,' Elf went on. As soon as they were close enough, she slid her arm around Delia's waist in a gesture of intimacy. 'Don't be shy, Dee. There's nothing to be scared of here.'

Not so sure that was true, Delia let herself be led inside, dimly aware of the car gliding off behind her.

Who the hell are you? She wanted to ask her elegant new companion, but the sheer surprise of the Elf's presence, and the perfect assurance of her touch, seemed to disperse Delia's questions like mist.

The entrance hall was spacious, and its decor so subduedly luxurious it was almost bland. Delia remembered something Deana had said, and wondered if this was the same strange featurelessness that had prevailed at Club 'Seventeen' - a calm plain backdrop for all that was weird and outlandish.

When she caught sight of a large glowing painting that hung on the far wall of the hall, her first impressions were drastically altered.

Within the bounds of a heavy rococo frame, a naked couple were entwined and screwing, their bodies meticulously defined. No detail was skimped, no genital nuance skimmed over, yet the image was tasteful and beautiful. Delia knew that Deana would most certainly have commented on it, but she herself dared not. Her artistic sister would see subtleties of tone and brush-work that she couldn't. To Delia the painting was just sex.

Welcome to the Pleasuredome, she thought bemusedly. Yet as they ascended a wide, lushly carpeted stairway, she was already starting to feel more at home. And unbearably curious about Elf.

'Who are you?' she asked as they reached the landing and crossed towards an open, beige-painted door. 'I . . . um . . . Jake never mentioned . . .'

'I suppose you could call me his valet.' The oriental woman smiled, her face open and pleasant. 'I care for him. Look after his needs and his welfare . . .' She paused and when she turned to face Delia, the smile was more oblique and seductive. 'And I care for his guests too. Please come this way, Dee. Jake has instructed me to pamper you.'

Delia's confusion returned, more strongly this time. If he's got a beautiful woman like you, she said silently as Elf led the way, what on earth does he want me for?

The room they entered was the hugest bathing and dressing area that Delia had ever seen. A great, softly-glowing cavern of peaches, creams and apricots, it was complete with every imaginable facility for luxurious personal grooming. The bath itself was bigger than her living room.

'Please . . . May I help you take off your clothes?' Elf asked politely, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to visit a man for the evening and have his servant undress you.

'Er . . . Yes,' Delia replied, sliding rapidly out of her depth. She allowed Elf to take her bag from her, then gently start unbuttoning the flowing silk shirt. The oriental girl seemed quite happy to perform her sensuous duties in silence, but nerves made Delia want to chatter.

'Is "Elf" your real name?' she asked, her voice wavering. Having removed and neatly folded the shirt, Elf next slid her hands around Delia's back and undipped her bra. As she drew away the soft lacy scrap, her fingers brushed the skin she'd exposed. Delia shuddered wildly, then blushed. Her nipples were hard and puckered. Seconds later she moaned, because having put aside the bra, Elf calmly cupped the flesh it had cradled. Squeezing gently, she stroked her thumbs across the stiff protruding peaks.

'No, just a pet name,' the dark-haired girl whispered. 'My real name is—' It was a series of animated singsong syllables and the answer to a question Delia couldn't properly remember. Struggling to concentrate, she registered that it was, of course, a Japanese name.

But the girl could've been a Martian for all Delia cared. So tenderly and so skilfully did Elf's fingers work that their nationality, and even their gender didn't matter. The touch was pure pleasure, a pure, sexually arousing sensation that made Delia weave her hips in mid-air.

'You're so sensitive,' murmured Elf, clasping together the tips of her first fingers and her thumbs and tugging lightly on Delia's teats. 'Jake told me how beautifully you reacted.'

She should've been outraged that Jake had discussed her body and its functions with a servant, but she wasn't. Elf was caressing her so beautifully that nothing seemed to matter. Those slender golden hands were moving and flicking and pinching with all the skill and perfection that her master had employed just days ago. It was a bizarre kind of surrogacy. Jake was otherwise occupied - so he'd deputised his female valet to give pleasure to the latest of his mistresses.

Pleasure . . . and an orgasm. Delia sobbed loudly, fighting her own buckling legs as a hot rush of love-juice slid out of her. She felt it trickling like silk between her swollen labia and dousing the soft gusset of her panties.

'Oh! Oh God,' she whimpered, grabbing at Elf's shoulders for support, then swaying against her body like a reed against a wall while her vulva still beat like a heart.

'Easy. It's all right. I've got you,' said Elf, abandoning her fondling now its purpose was served. She held Delia firmly, supporting her as she stumbled, then led her to a white leather couch which stood close by. Settling her on it, she soothed and cajoled her like a child who'd had a sudden fright.

'Come on, Dee. let's get these off.' She dipped down to slip off Delia's soft black flatties, then gliding smoothly upwards, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the borrowed black leggings. 'Help me now, sweetheart,' she whispered.

Delia obeyed like an android, lifting her bottom and letting Elf peel away the snug garment.

All that was left now was a pair of plain but pretty white knickers - chosen specially for their smooth neat cut that wouldn't show through clinging lycra. These too were pulled off with no further ado, leaving Delia embarrassed by their wetness. There was a dark, sticky mark on the gusset, but Elf hardly even seemed to notice . . .

Women probably cream themselves all the time here, thought Delia. She was beginning to feel manic now, hysterical. She laughed nervously as Elf urged her up onto the couch.

'Relax, Dee. Let your body go loose. I'm going to give you a massage now and I think you'll enjoy it. Jake always does.'

Delia turned meekly onto her front, imagining Jake doing the same thing and his cock pushing hard against the couch. If Elf's hands could bring a climax so easily and so quickly to a guest, it followed that she must also use them often on her master.

As if reading her mind, Elf spoke up as she prepared the soft-scented oils. 'What do you think of Jake then?' she asked, as if she were enquiring about a mutual boyfriend rather than her own employer. 'Doesn't he have a wonderful body?'

'I—' Delia bit her knuckle. She'd been on the point of saying 'I haven't seen it yet!' but at the last moment she remembered that Deana
had
seen it. If not all, at least some . . . She'd certainly seen Jake's cock!

'Yes,' she muttered, then purred spontaneously as strong Japanese hands ran all down the length of her leg. 'He's beautiful,' she added dreamily, knowing it must be true. If she'd seen the Prince in her fantasies, she'd inexplicably seen Jake naked too. 'I've never seen a man with such perfect, unblemished skin.'

'Thank you,' said Elf with pride in her voice. 'I'm the one who cares for his skin. I spend many hours conditioning it. I use oils like this . . .' She poured a pool of the stuff onto Delia's right buttock then spread it across her left one too. 'Massage. Deep cleansing. Exfoliation. He loves to feel sleek and smooth.'

'Oh yes,' mouthed Delia again, imagining what all that sleekness and smoothness would feel like pressed against
her.
Imagining that Elf's clever hands were those of her master. Making it Jake that massaged, moulded and sought out all the tiny pains and tensions. They were his fingers now that delved into folds and furrows; as soft as a dragonfly in some places, and strong, almost cruel in others. It was Jake who had the rounds of her buttocks in his palms, pulling and manipulating. Jake who dipped his fingertips insolently into her; testing her abundant wetness, pressing down lightly but doing nothing to relieve her arousal.

'Not yet,' said Elf quietly, confirming that the massage was now sexual, if indeed it had ever been otherwise, 'not too soon. You've got to save something for Jake.'

'Yes. All right.' It was difficult to agree. She'd come once already, but the craving for pleasure was strong. She needed fingers between her legs. Fingers or a tongue or a cock. A man or a woman - the difference was arbitrary. She wriggled slowly, her sensuous movements making a lie of her muttered acceptance.

Sex was new to her. Real sex, that was. The hot, simmering eroticism that this silly seasonal weather had brought out in her. She was aware that her experience so far was limited - but her capacity, she suspected, was not. She felt hungry. Voracious. Insatiable.

Where would it all end? she wondered. Could she be as sexy as Deana? Her body tingled again as she imagined out-performing her sister. Winning the game. Getting Jake as the prize, all to herself. She didn't know if she wanted that, but the idea of being
able
to was electrifying . . . Like a jolt of raw power to her nipples and clitoris. With a moan, she turned over and offered her breasts, her belly, and her naked sex to Elf.

'Touch me again,' she ordered, excited by the imperious new note in her own voice. The throaty sensuality she'd never heard before. 'There'll be plenty left for him.'

'Of course,' replied Elf, returning to her duties, a paragon of geisha submissiveness.

'And you can talk to me too,' Delia continued, in love with her sense of power. 'Tell me about him. About his body. What he likes and what you have to do for him.'

'I do everything for him,' Elf's voice went low and suddenly very tender. Did she love Jake, as well as work for him? It seemed probable ... 'I serve him from the moment he rises until the moment he dismisses me for the night.'

As she spoke, Elf began unfastening first the belt then the buttons of her dress. In seconds she was stepping out of the crisp white tube, and in contrast to her care with Delia's clothing, she kicked it carelessly aside.

Delia had half expected the beautiful girl to be nude beneath her dress, but instead she wore a tiny, unstructured bra in pale pink silk with a matching pair of loose French knickers. Her body was slight but strong-looking and though her breasts were small, her nipples were large and very dark. They showed clearly through her filmy pink bra. Her pubis was almost visible too; silky tufts of straight black hair peeked endearingly from the drifting crotch of her panties. Even more showed as she reached across to the marble counter for her bottle of sweet-scented massage oil.