A Tease - A Castle O Quickie (3 page)

With a flush of heat she realized her panties felt wet and sticky against her pussy. Just thinking about what happened at Castle O was having an effect on her, even on stage in front of hundreds of people. Who, thankfully, were still dancing and focused on the sculpture. Alyssa wriggled, pulling at the hem of her dress, her face hot in her discomfort. Here she was, standing on a stage, the center of attention in front of over a hundred people, and she was getting all wet and horny. Turning away from Kali as she wriggled her legs trying to unstick things, she came face to face with the Adonis. He nodded, giving her an appreciative look, his eyes dark and intense, sending lightning bolts of need through her.

What was with this man, he was like sex on legs!

Breaking away from his magnetic stare, she turned back to the crowd, her eyes seeking out Walker. Needing his reassurance, his anchoring in all the chaos, especially the chaos inside her. She found him, standing by himself, leaning against the edge of the stage. His body was at ease, but, wow, his eyes. What was it with the way all these men were looking at her? She watched as Walker pointedly looked at her pussy, as if he knew what was happening down there. Slowly he dragged his eyes up to her breasts, her nipples happily joined in the fun, tightening into hard nubs, causing her breath to catch with a gasp. Then his gaze moved up to her eyes, where he stopped, the tip of his tongue rubbing his lip. His smile was that of a predator. And she was his prey. Ready and willing to be caught.

A ripple of fear, and anticipation, raced through her body. Getting caught by Walker was one thing. Getting caught at Castle O was a completely different animal. An animal she was not sure she could handle.

I should have brought another set of panties.

CHAPTER 4

Kali squeezed her hand, breaking Alyssa’s trance-like state and stemming the rush of hormones that had taken over her body. “Go get your man. We have more fun planned for the Play Hall. We would like to show our appreciation for your beautiful work, if you would allow us. Speak with Walker, he will explain everything.”

Alyssa looked at Kali,
she wanted to be appreciated
.
Oh boy, parts of her wanted to be appreciated.
Other parts were shaking in her wet knickers. Her stomach was in butterflies as the Adonis stepped up. He radiated heat that shot her own temperature up to boiling point. Taking his arm, she let him help her from the stage and into Walker’s waiting arms. She fell into those arms, stumbling in her heels. The bubbly had definitely gone to her head. Walker caught her, wrapping strong arms around her, enveloping her in warmth.

“It’s beautiful, absolutely stunning and perfect for Castle O. It’s almost as beautiful as you.” Walker dipped in close, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke. His smile was crooked, dimples deep.

Alyssa wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her nipples rubbing the inside of her dress as she ground herself into him, turning them into sensitive nubs, screaming to be released from her blue dress. Tilting her head back she kissed Walker, throwing herself into the kiss with complete abandon and confidence she had never felt before. Her tongue took possession of his mouth, claiming it as her own. It was intoxicating. Empowering.

Walker pulled back a moment, his eyes dark shadow on steel as he studied her hotly flushed face. He took her in, breathing deeply, looking for something. With a satisfied nod he growled as he crushed his lips into her mouth. His hand massaged her breast through her dress, as his tongue claimed her as his own. Pushing, exploring, taking. His passion was fierce and unforgiving. The ache inside of her built until she wanted to mount him right there and ride him until she exploded.

And she didn’t care who watched.

Walker broke off the kiss. Alyssa squeaked, gasping. He slid in close and she tipped her head, begging for him to take her throat. His lips tickled and teased her electrified skin as he spoke, “The people of Castle O want to thank you properly. The Castle O way. If you don’t want to do it, we stay here and nothing happens.” He brushed his teeth along the tight tendon edging her throat like a rope. “But, if you would like to have your first true taste of the Castle O experience, as a participant, not a spectator, I am to bring you into the Play Hall right now. It’s your choice, baby. I am with you every step, whether we stay here and dance the night away, or go through those doors into the Play Hall. It’s your party, baby, you decide where you want to be.”

Alyssa’s breath caught. Nudity and sensuality was nothing new to her. As a figurative artist it was her job to study the naked form and recreate it. But to put her body on display, in front of strangers. Strangers who might touch her. That was something completely different.

She had always been the artist, never the model.

Other than a couple of teenage grope sessions, no one other than Walker had even touched her.

Her eyes flickered to her creation. Her beautiful, sensual, piece of art.

Walker’s tongue snaked out, teasing her ear, causing her to moan as something tightened unbearably between her legs. Her thoughts raced back to the beautifully sensual sessions with the models. Always so gentle and giving. Their bodies, all different, yet beautiful and desirable because of their uniqueness. Their moans and groans of pleasure as they explored each other without judgment. Their only goal, pleasure. Pleasure for those around them, and for themselves.

In that moment, Alyssa knew she had to experience that pleasure for herself. This was her chance. She couldn’t walk away. She had know. She didn’t want to be a silent witness anymore.

Walker’s fingers linked with hers as she pulled back. His eyes swirled with passion, reflecting her flushed face as she nodded.

Walker’s smile was part joy, part feral animal as he turned, his strides purposeful as he lead her through the crowd that parted, allowing them to pass freely. Alyssa threw her head back, laughing loudly as she followed along, no longer stressing about her lack of grace as she fumbled along behind him in her heels.

Moving through a set of arched double doors, they entered the largest room in the Castle, the Play Hall.

The circular room was massive, filling the whole center of the Castle. The round walls arched into a dome ceiling that featured tiered, carved moldings. Between the moldings the ceiling had been painted with erotic mystical paintings featuring fairies and cherubs. Each mural featured a different sexual act: 69, blow jobs, anal, orgy, and more. Alyssa immediately recognized the style of a fellow artist she considered a friend. It made her wonder if her friend had been thanked in the same way she was about to be.

Wouldn’t that be an interesting conversation?

In the center of the room was a massive raised stage. Love seats, at least a hundred of them, were lined up in concentric circles around the stage. They looked sumptuous and inviting, upholstered in lush dark red velvet and edged with gold finials. Matching red drapery hung at regular points along the walls, pooling on the ground like evening gowns. Interspersed between the drapes was a series of softly lit alcoves, many featuring erotic artwork. Paintings, photography, and sculpture in various mediums.

Walker spoke as they walked, “The Play Hall is the main gathering hall and starting point for most Castle O events. On a typical event night the Castle would be filled with hundreds of couples, more than double the number here for the unveiling. Tonight was a special invitation-only event. Every Castle O evening starts with a live, sexually charged performance in this room, guaranteed to get the evening started right.”

But tonight was not a typical Castle O evening. Tonight was about her art, and now, her as the creator. Alyssa looked around wondering what this evening’s entertainment would be.

As Walker led her along plushly carpeted aisles, Alyssa could hear everyone following them, the shuffling of their feet and hum of voices getting louder and louder. Pressing in against her back. She didn’t dare turn around to look, sure that if she looked, she would lose her nerve as she realized they were walking towards the center of the room. The stage.

I’m the entertainment,
she realized with a start. Fear flashed through her mind only to be quickly replaced by nervous excitement.

Steadying her arm, Walker helped her up yet another set of stairs onto the stage. This time she managed without losing her balance, or wobbling. She gave herself a silent, congratulatory, pat on the back.

Then she stumbled, catching Walker’s arm just in time to stop herself from hitting the ground.

The center of the stage was dominated by a massive bed. The sight of it made her legs quivery, wobbly and weak. For a moment she thought it was nerves, but quickly realized it was desire. A desperate need to release the pressure that continued to build between her legs.

Walker squeezed her hand, beckoning her forward. He looked so damned gorgeous and tempting, with his cocky smile and casual, comfortable way on the stage in front of all those people. Knowing what was about to happen, yet still relaxed and confident, like it was just an everyday thing.

It was damn aggravating.
This man could be so damn aggravating. And hot. Aggravatingly hot.

Blowing out a breath between trembling lips she let Walker guide her onto the bed, laying her down, face up, staring at the naughty fairies and cherubs. Alyssa was sure the cherubs were mocking her with their innocent, wide-eyed faces as they did sinfully wicked things to each others’ rounded, perky bottoms.

CHAPTER 5

Alyssa studied the naughty nymphs on the ceiling, picturing herself in some of the positions. She felt the bed shifting around her as four beautiful women, two of whom had posed in the statue sessions, sat down around her sides and legs. They perched on the edge, like birds on a branch, smiling and waiting. Their hands carefully clasped on their laps, or resting on the edge of the bed. No one touched her.

Kali and Walker sat on opposite sides beside her head.

Walker leaned forward, caressing her cheek. “I spoke with Kali earlier. We know this is your first time, so we arranged for just the girls to play right now. Is that okay with you?”

Alyssa felt a pang of disappointment, she wanted to get to know her Adonis better. And not just his real name, she wanted to know everything that was under that tuxedo, every muscle, every ripple, every touch of his fingers, his tongue that wrapped so exquisitely around the word ‘beautiful’. But as she glanced down at the expectant faces that had filled the Play Hall she bit her lip and nodded. Girls would be gentle. And, she had fantasized about being with a girl, now she got to be with five at once. She nodded, feeling herself become wetter at just the idea.

Walker registered her hesitation, his face etching with worry. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh no, it is good. It’s all good.” Alyssa smiled, licking her lip in a way she knew drove him crazy.

Walker smiled, his eyes flickering about the room stopping as he reached the Adonis. Comprehension dawned on his face. “Don’t worry, all your fantasies will come true. This is simply your first step. A gentle introduction. Your safe word is ‘rose’. If you want to stop at anytime, in any situation, you say ‘rose’ and I will make sure everything stops immediately. This is about you having an amazing evening. You are in complete control.”

Alyssa smiled as Walker stroked the inside of her wrist where she had a rose tattoo. His fingers traced the edges of the coral-colored petals, a soothing, sensual stroke of his talented fingers. She had designed the tattoo when she was just a teenager, believing that getting a tattoo would mean she had finally become a woman, her own person, with her own place in the world. She had lost her virginity to Walker during a romantic weekend on the coast. The next morning, when she was still sore in all the most delicious and best of ways, Walker had taken her to a tattoo parlor. His gift to her - the rose on the inside of her left wrist. She was officially a woman.

She cherished the tattoo as her constant reminder of Walker’s love and devotion to her, and his utmost respect. She knew, above all else, she was loved and cherished by this amazing man.

Walker was her rock, and by choosing the safe word, ‘rose’, he was saying that she could trust him to protect her through another sexual awakening. Becoming yet more of a woman. A strong, confident, sexually powerful woman.

She was about to lose her Castle O virginity, and her body felt hot, filled with pressure, from the excitement and anticipation.

Reaching up, she pulled him close, taking his mouth. Gentle and loving. When she pulled back he licked his lips, tasting her, groaning a little deep in his throat.

“Thank you,” she said as she let him go and reached out for Kali who waited patiently.

Alyssa was feeling strong, sexy and damn horny. She was committed. No going back. And her body energetically agreed. She wanted satisfaction. Now.

“Kali, kiss me?” she said it with a coy blush of enticement that made Kali purr like a cat as she came forward.

“I would love to.” As their lips touched, Kali’s dark hair fell like a curtain, shielding their kiss from prying eyes.

Alyssa smiled into the kiss, enjoying the full softness of Kali’s lips that gently teased, so different from the rough possessiveness she had experienced with men. Kali’s breath was cool and smelled of sweet mint and champagne. Alyssa reached up, stroking her fingers along Kali’s incredibly soft cheek and up into her thick mane of silken hair that ran like water between Alyssa’s fingers. Teasing, tickling, arousing the delicate skin. Alyssa sucked in a breath, while her sex clenched and ached as if there was a direct connection between her fingers and her pussy.

A song lyric from the radio flashed through her mind, she couldn’t remember the words in her dazed state, but she knew it was something about liking kissing girls. The idea made her want to giggle. Just as she thought she might make a fool of herself and start to giggle, many hands started touching her, exploring her body. At first over her clothes, then sneaky fingers started to slip underneath.