“Greet me,” Maverick commanded.
Alicia raised 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 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 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 blushed as she realized 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 honored you by sharing you with one of my male friends. Now it is time you learn to
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, 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. I, naturally, will also see to it that both of you receive your own 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. Maverick brushed a hand over her head and eased himself into the tub.
Megan walked over to the wet bar and filled a glass with whiskey. After delivering it to Maverick, she removed her heels and sat on the tub behind him, allowing her stocking-covered legs to soak in the water. Gently she began kneading his shoulders. Alicia, not sure of her place, simply knelt before the tub and observed the other woman’s movements, trying to gauge the expression on Maverick’s face. She noticed that Megan kept at least one hand on his shoulders, neck or head at all times. Her movements were strong and steady but also slow and sensuous. Within a few moments, Maverick leaned his head back to rest in her lap.
Feeling that three would crowd the bath too much, Alicia chose to prepare for Maverick’s exit from the water. She stood and placed two bottles of sandalwood-scented oil on the end tables flanking the bed. Next, she placed a large towel on the polished floor so Megan could dry herself. She also gathered a large, fluffy towel in her arms and stood awaiting further instruction. A few minutes later, Maverick opened his eyes and smiled at her. Alicia blushed with pleasure and returned the smile.
When Maverick stood, Alicia went to work drying him. She gently rubbed the towel over his muscular body, beginning with his shoulders and chest, working her way down his torso, his back. She bit back a sigh of pleasure, staring in abject appreciation of the man’s body. He was not exactly ripped, but he certainly was in shape. She lingered slightly over his well-toned buttocks, caressing as well as drying the taut skin. She knelt, allowing the towel to absorb the moisture on his thighs, his calves. When she got to his feet, inspiration struck. He had once said that he wanted her to take the initiative once she learned what pleased him. She laid the towel beside her, ignored the pricking of the tight corset against her ribs, and bent over his feet, licking off the remaining droplets of water. When she finished, she remained in a kneeling position and placed her forehead on the floor before him, happy with her performance.
Maverick must have also been pleased, for he reached down and raised her chin so she was able to look at him.
“Good girl,” he said. “Stand.”
Alicia did so, remaining silent. She glanced at Megan, who had availed herself of the towel and now stood with head bowed, again wearing her heels. She must have sensed Alicia’s gaze because she raised her head and glared at Alicia from the corner of her eyes. Alicia frowned. Why should Megan glare at her? What had she done? They were both companions, both there to serve Mr. Devonshire. Unfortunately, this digression of thought caused Alicia to miss Maverick’s movement toward the bed.
“Alicia,” he said sharply.
She jumped and blushed in embarrassment. Again, she caught Megan’s smirk at this reprimand and wondered at it.
Maverick lay face down on the bed as the two girls took positions on either side of him. They each reached for a bottle of oil, poured a small amount in their hands and began to work the scented oil into Maverick’s warmed skin. Beginning with his neck and shoulders, they worked their way down his body, ending with his feet. At this point, he flipped over onto his back and they began the journey upward. This time, however, Megan grasped his penis in her mouth and began to suck slowly as Alicia massaged his muscles. Alicia was impressed by Megan’s ability to suck on him, knowing first hand that the diameter of his manhood often caused her jaws to ache. A few minutes later, Megan raised herself from Maverick’s staff, gasping for air. Alicia, not wanting Maverick to be deprived of his pleasure, swooped in. She closed her eyes as she tasted Megan’s strawberry lip gloss and Maverick’s flesh. Within seconds, she felt a shift on the bed as Megan took over the massage. She squirmed joyfully when Maverick placed his hand on her head, playing with her hair. When he pushed gently on her forehead, she sat up, waiting for further instructions.
She watched as Maverick pulled Megan to him and kissed her passionately. He pushed her to the bed and climbed on top of her. Alicia smiled, sensing a growing warmth inside herself, thoroughly enjoying the beauty of Maverick’s moving body. Unable to stop herself, she began to touch his arse, rub it, caress it. Soon she bent over that beautiful orb and began to kiss it. She matched her movements to his, gently spreading his cheeks and licking his arsehole. When it was good and slick, she slowly inserted a finger still coated with oil and pressed against Maverick’s prostate. Maverick threw his head back and cried out as he came deep inside the lithe blonde. Megan also cried out, her thighs clenching around Maverick’s legs as the two shared orgasmic pleasures. When the tremors subsided and Maverick collapsed atop Megan, Alicia grinned, happy with her role. True, she would have liked Maverick inside her, but as his companion, that was his choice, not hers. She knew, eventually, her aching, wet pussy would be attended to as well. And in the meantime, watching the beauty of his movements enthralled her.
Finally, Maverick rolled off Megan and pulled both women into his arms, kissing both of them. Alicia snuggled against him.
“Alicia,” Maverick began, “tell me what you learned this evening.”
“Well, Mr. Devonshire, I would say that I’ve learned that pleasing you is my passion, but I learned that lesson weeks ago. So I suppose I learned that seeing you with another companion has taught me that your needs are many and I cannot hope to fulfill them all. Further, I learned the beauty of watching you engage with another woman.”
“And did you find yourself jealous?”
Alicia considered a moment. “No,” she admitted. “I thought I would be. I knew you had other companions, and the idea of them caused me to feel sparks of jealousy, but tonight, meeting Megan and seeing her serve you—no, I’m not jealous. I just want to please you. In doing so, I find my own release.”
“Are you angry or even upset that I gave Megan my essence?” he persisted.
“Again, Sir,” she considered, “I thought I would be. I thought if I didn’t receive you that I had failed you, that you were disappointed in me.”
At this point, Megan raised herself to her elbows and watched Alicia carefully.
“But I felt none of that. I was simply pleased, honored even, to be part of your pleasure. It’s your choice as to whom you give your cum to. My desire is that you find pleasure. I can’t deny that my body is aching for release, but I know my place—it is to serve you.”
“Interesting,” Maverick observed, “and honest.” He kissed her forehead.
“And you, Megan, what do you think of Alicia?” He looked at the blonde woman.
Megan lowered her eyes respectfully and fidgeted just a bit.
“Well…” she began.
Maverick’s eyes hardened. “I asked a question. You know I expect an immediate and truthful answer. To dawdle is to incur a consequence.”
“Yes, Sir. I apologize,” she said remorsefully. “It’s just that you’ve been spending quite a bit of time with this new companion. I think I understand why.”
“And why is that?” Maverick prodded.
“Honestly, Mr. Devonshire, she seems a little slow,” Megan hedged.
Alicia looked at Megan in shock. What could she mean?
“How so?” Maverick countered.
“Well, she’s hesitant. She seems to wait for someone else to tell her what to do. She took her time in preparing for you to leave the bath, the bottles of oil were not symmetrically placed. She was even daydreaming instead of watching you. You actually had to call her over to the bed! She’s also an opportunist,” Megan whispered, glancing at Alicia. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. When I stopped to take a quick breath while sucking Mr. Devonshire, you just leaped in and took my place.” Megan shook her head as a tear formed in her eye.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Alicia?” Maverick demanded.
“I…ah…I’m sorry if you feel that way, Megan, but that was not my intent. I admit I was thinking of other things at one point. I’m sorry, Mr. Devonshire, that you had to call for me. I fully expect and deserve punishment.” She nodded as Maverick’s only response was to raise one eyebrow. Yes, she would suffer consequences. She felt moisture begin to gather already. Nonetheless, she should never have allowed Megan to distract her.
“But an opportunist? No. I simply saw Megan becoming fatigued and rather than have your cock unattended, I took over. In truth, I didn’t consider her feelings—or my own for that matter. My only concern was that you had been left alone. I wanted to rectify that situation.”
“And well you should have,” Maverick commended. “No, Megan, I saw no opportunistic behavior. Nor did I see any hesitation on her part—except for the incident you both mentioned. And yes, Alicia, there will be a punishment for the breach.” Maverick turned away from her and held Megan’s face in his hands.
Alicia felt bereft at her failure.
“I also saw why she was distracted. You, Megan, did feel jealousy. You resented Alicia’s presence. You felt threatened by her. This is not the first time you have been jealous of another companion, is it?” he scolded. “That emotion transmitted itself to your actions, your expressions. I’ve been too lenient with you. The fault is mine, but if you wish to remain with me, you must remember your place and the contract you signed.”
“No, Maverick, please let me explain…” she began. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she had used his first name.
Alicia held her breath, feeling nothing but sympathy for the other woman. If Maverick had issued such a strong warning to her, especially intimating the possibility of leaving him, she would have been devastated. At the same time, she knew that Megan had breached the contract. She had put her own feelings and needs before her Master’s. A companion should never do that.
“Go to the post,” Maverick quietly said.
Megan hung her head as she walked to the pole in the center of the room. Maverick went to a closet and removed a length of rope.
“Hold out your hands,” he commanded.
Megan did so. She stood perfectly still as Maverick wrapped the rope around both wrists, securing the end in a knot. He lifted her arms and attached the rope to the carabiner at the top of the pole. He then walked to the wall where the paddles, whips and canes were displayed and selected a whip.
He began gently flipping the ends of it over Megan’s white arse, lower back and exposed thighs. Ever so slowly, he began to pick up velocity, increasing the strength of the blows. Soon, her arse pinked and then reddened, the color standing out in stark contrast against the white stockings and corset. Megan began to squirm and soft moans escaped her. Maverick never varied his rhythm, he simply continued to increase the strength of each blow until Megan strained against the pole, crying out with each flick of the whip. She wiggled around, trying to avoid the blows. Alicia too began to cry. Why didn’t the girl just stand still and take it? By moving and trying to avoid the blows, she surely would only bring on a worse consequence. Alicia also remembered Mr. Devonshire’s warning that they would both be punished for any infraction.