A Tease - A Castle O Quickie
A TEASE
A Castle O Quickie
by Faye Hunter
Copyright © 2013 Faye Hunter
ISBN: 978-0-9920232-1-8
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Welcome to Castle O
Designed for royalty, built for pleasure, I provide shelter to your most carnal desires. My windows gaze upon forbidden desires. My gardens, beckon of Eden, lush and welcoming. The waters stimulate, embrace, caress, like fingers in the most vulnerable of places. My voice is musical, pulsing, sensual sounds winding through bodies, melding with pounding hearts. My halls echo with screams of ecstasy and whispers of passion.
The things I have seen. The things I have felt. The things that have happened inside me. Let your mind wander to your most naughty of thoughts, your secret longings, your most private yearnings, your lustful dreams, and know that I offer so much more.
Come inside, my doors are open, welcoming you. Inviting you to live your fantasies, drown in your desires.
I make no promises, only temptation.
When you leave me, you will never be the same.
I am yours for the taking.
I am Castle O.
CHAPTER 1
The majestic view of snow-capped mountains in the distance, their tops flaming from the setting sun, did little to settle Alyssa Roy’s nerves. On a normal day the stunning view would have set her artist’s heart racing, her hands itching with inspiration. But not today. Today her leg bounced and her hand tapped her knee in an offbeat as she stared absently at the blurred green trees through the car window. The low sun created long, dark shadows that stretched across the road as it played through the trees. As they sped along, shadow and light created a flashing strobe effect in the car that did nothing to ease her nervous stomach.
A warm, large hand wrapped around her knee, skin on skin, squeezing it.
She jumped, giggling. When she was nervous she became extremely sensitive and ticklish. Nerves also started her giggling uncontrollably at times. It could be extremely embarrassing, which would only make her giggle more. Pressure was not her strong suit.
“Calm down. Relax. You’re as nervous as a whore in church. You’re about to jump out of your skin,” her boyfriend Walker said, his voice deep and smooth. His words like honey - thick, slow and sweet.
“I know, I know. I’m so freakin’ excited, but also nervous. What if everyone hates it?” she asked, nibbling on a rose painted lip. The lipstick was making her lips feel sticky.
“Sweetheart, you have nothing to fear. The piece is spectacular and a perfect representation of everything that is Castle O.”
“How can you be so sure? I love the piece so much, but I don’t know. Maybe you swinger types won’t appreciate it.” Alyssa smiled as she threw him a sly sideways glance to see his reaction.
“Us, ‘swinger types’ have a great appreciation for art, especially beautiful, sexually charged art. Anyway, you know I’m right. It’s the reason I recommended you to Kali. She had a clear vision and I knew you were the best person to bring her vision to life. I have known Castle O and Kali and Kent for years. There was no question in my mind that you were the artist for the job. And based on the raving phone calls I keep getting from Kali, she agrees with me.” Walker smiled, a crooked grin that gave him a boyish charm, but promised of a man’s desire and confidence.
Walker Craige owned
It Figures
, a studio and gallery that was known for specializing in figurative work. Nudes, according to most of the public, although he had faced his fair share of criticism that called the work he supported, porn. Some people simply could not see beauty in the human body, in all its shapes and forms, the way Walker did. And Alyssa. It was through a workshop hosted by It Figures that Alyssa and Walker had met. Alyssa, ten years his junior, had still been an arts major at college during that first encounter. In the beginning Alyssa resisted, trying to keep their relationship at the ‘friend’ level only. Walker was not shy about his history. She knew he enjoyed going to swinger, oh sorry, he preferred the term Lifestyle, clubs. Along with his previous partner, he had been a fixture on the scene.
On the other hand Alyssa had been a virgin. Not by conscious choice, it was just that none of the boys she had ever met had made enough of an impact on her. The sexually charged Walker had definitely seemed way beyond her comfort zone. The intense magnetic draw she felt to this man with the dark hair and piercing light eyes proved to be exactly the kind of impact that had eluded her with other men. She just could not stay away from this funny, sexy, amazing man, and the unbelievable things he did to her body. Two years later they were still completely devoted to each other.
This job, to build an enormous sculpture for the Castle O entrance hall, had been her first gentle brush with the Lifestyle that Walker had loved so much. A glimpse through the slats of a shuttered window, that she had to admit, left her intrigued. But first she had to survive the big reveal and hope the members of Castle O didn’t hate her or her art.
Alyssa pulled at the hem of her blue silky dress as the car came around a bend. “I hope you’re right. This was my biggest commission ever. Thank you again for making it happen. Oh gosh, we’re here!”
They turned off the main road onto a driveway lined with stately evergreens. It twisted around a bend, disappearing into dense trees that shielded the buildings beyond from prying eyes. Their passage was blocked by a gate and a squat square building with two guards inside. One of the guards stepped up to the car window as Walker rolled it down. Walker flashed a carefree smile as the guard crouched down to look in the car “Good evening kind sir. Walker and Alyssa here.”
“Ah yes, our lady of the evening. Welcome! Please head straight up. Kent and Kali are ready for you,” the guard said with a sweep of his arm as he stepped back, the gates swinging open, allowing them to enter with a rev of the engine as it climbed the steep twisting drive.
Alyssa crossed her legs, pulling again at her dress that hugged the tops of her thighs, squishing her legs and hips. “I should have worn something different. This is too much. I feel like I’m on display.”
Walker studied her legs for a moment, his face brightening, revealing dimples on both ends of his crooked smile. “You look good enough to eat. Which is perfect.”
The car pulled into the shadow of a portico that covered a red carpet lined stairway. The massive stone castle loomed overhead, turrets flanking each end, their tops piercing the blue sky. Ivy crawled up the sides, anchoring it to the earth as if it might float away should the ivy release its grasp.
Alyssa stared up at the impressive castle, her thoughts racing. Walker leaned over, placing a finger on Alyssa’s chin, turning her face to his. Blazing slate eyes studied her, his lips parted, just a breath away from hers. She licked her lips, trying to remove some of the sticky lipstick. His eyes watched her tongue intently, like a cat preparing to pounce. He waited a beat when she pulled her tongue back behind her lips, then looked back up to her eyes. Taking a breath, he steadied himself. His words came out in short, growling, bursts. “You do unthinkable things to me, you know. I can’t wait for you to experience Castle O. Tonight is all about you. Fantastic, amazing you. Enjoy everything tonight brings. You worked so hard on that piece. You deserve every bit of praise, appreciation, love and gesture of adoration that comes your way. Take your time and enjoy. And remember, you’re in charge.”
In charge? In charge of what?
But before she could respond the car door popped open behind her. An Adonis of a man stood beside the door dressed in a tuxedo, his white gloved hand held out to her. She took the hand, smiling up, up, up into his exquisitely chiseled face. She studied it, trying to memorize every plane, edge and shadow so she could recreate it in her studio. But even as she stood there she knew there was no way she could capture the magnetism and heat that radiated from him. The way his sandy hair hung, beautifully disheveled, as if he used the wind to comb his locks and bring a ruddy glow to his cheeks. His eyes glittered when he looked at her, familiar, welcoming, as if they shared a delicious secret.
He smiled, setting off a million butterflies in her stomach.
“Welcome to Castle O, Ms. Roy. We are honored to have you here for the great unveiling of your stunning sculpture.” His hand felt warm and strong where it held her as she steadied herself on needle-point stilettos. She had never worn heels before, but Walker had convinced her that these sky high heels made her legs look amazing. She tried to balance herself, cursing herself for not practicing walking in the shoes in the privacy of her home first.
“Thank you,” she said.
Alyssa caught her breath with a gasp as he moved in close, crouching from his considerable height down to her level. Despite the boost of her heels he towered over her. His breath, warm and sweet, tickled her neck as he whispered in her ear. “I helped unload it earlier. You did a beautiful job.”
The way he said beautiful, with just a hint of foreign flavor on the tongue, had Alyssa’s heart racing. Walker stepped up beside her with a cocky, devilish grin. Taking her hand, he settled it on his bent arm. “Come now, you can play with the help later. Your hosts are waiting.”
With her insides quivering, stilettos shaking, she giggled as they walked up the red carpeted stairs and through the massive, carved wood double doors of Castle O. She made sure to give a little extra wiggle to her walk, hoping the Adonis was checking out her ass.
CHAPTER 2
Alyssa stepped through the large doors onto the polished marble floor of Castle O’s cavernous entrance hall. The tap of her heels, and her nervous gasp, was masked by the echoing noise of over a hundred people. Her sculpture rose out of the human masses, carefully concealed in red silk, filling the hall like an erupting volcano, red lava spilling and pooling on the polished floors. Red velvet ropes hung from gold posts, a luxurious bracelet ringing the base of the sculpture.
Alyssa’s nerves kicked into hyper drive. Castle O was home to an elite group of people. People who had discerning tastes, and were not afraid to speak their minds. The application process alone kept all but the most exclusive couples outside of its walls. These people always impressed and demanded to be impressed in return. Her piece was in the heart of Castle O, and if they didn’t like it her career would be over.
Gripping Walker’s hand tightly in her own sweaty palm, she let him drag her into the crowd.
Everyone was dressed in stunning, attention drawing outfits. Clothes that enhanced shapes, flattered, and left little to the imagination. Alyssa giggled, a tight sound born of nerves. This was some of the best people watching she had experienced in years. She loved to study people, always looking for inspiration. Here, they put their bodies on display, and Alyssa knew that later in the evening many of those clothes would be on the floor, giving her what her artist’s eye craved the most, the naked form.
She had never attended an event at Castle O, but Walker and Kali had told her stories. And during the modeling sessions that served as inspiration for the sculpture, she had seen for herself what happened at the Castle. The Castle’s clientele consisted of couples in open relationships who enjoyed playing with, and having sex with, other people. Often with their partner either actively participating or at least watching. The idea intrigued her, but also left her confused. She could not understand why Kali had chosen her to create the sculpture. Yes, Walker had made the recommendation, but Kali should have seen his judgment was clouded by their relationship. How she thought a young, very sexually naive woman, who had been with only one man, and had not lost her virginity until she was twenty-three years old, could capture such an erotic image and feeling for the Castle’s feature piece was beyond her. In the end she followed some advice Walker had given her, “follow your heart and your gut”. She just hoped she had done Castle O justice.
The air buzzed with voices and the rustle of movement as they worked their way through the room toward a set of curved stairs at the side. They stepped up, giving them a clear view of the vast, crowded hall.
Walker released her hand, slipping an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. His own excitement coming off him in waves as she squeezed her into his side. “Everyone is waiting for you. This is your night. Your celebration. I am so damned proud of you. That sculpture is amazing. This crowd is going to go wild when that red silk goes flying.”
