Interlude (3 page)

“Something to enhance your pleasure,” he said. Reaching beneath the table again, he placed it on her clit, the wet backing adhering to her flesh. “Now. Let’s see how aroused you can get.”

He pressed on the butterfly, and immediately, it began to hum. A vibrator! A tiny vibrator! And as it hummed the Ben Wa balls picked up the vibrations and moved inside her pussy.

Oh, God… How was she going to stand it?

“Drink your drink,” he ordered. “Hold it with both hands so you don’t spill it. Keep yourself as still as possible. And put your leg back down.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she told him.

“Yes. You can. Do exactly as I tell you.” One hand moved over the fullness of a breast and pinched a nipple. Hard, just as the waiter had.

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Lisa’s eyes glazed over. Pain had never turned her on this way. Maybe because, unlike others, Mark seemed to know just what level to use.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, watching her face.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She shook her head slowly.

His smile was almost feral. “Pain can be a strong aphrodisiac when properly used. I think perhaps you’ve never met anyone who knows that. Or is skilled at it.”

“And you are?” She didn’t recognise her own voice, strained by the tension in her body. The butterfly hummed, the balls rolled together, and the streak of pain from her nipple ignited a pulse deep in her womb.

“Oh, yes.” His eyes were knowing. “Very much so. Too bad, we’re limited in what we can do here.”

“Please,” she begged. “I can’t hold myself like this much longer.”

“Do not come until I tell you to.” His voice held the steely tone of command. “Do you understand?

Answer me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, taking a healthy swallow of her drink. The alcohol was already making her head fuzzy and enhancing the erotic feel of the toys.

“I wish that was my cock inside you. I’d fuck you until the top of your head came off. God, your cunt is like a hot, wet fist. Just thinking of it around my shaft almost makes me go off. Put your drink down, and take me in your hand again.”

Lisa hadn’t realised she had this much discipline, but she did as he told her. Her fingers tightened on his penis as the butterfly and the Ben Wa balls did their work. She felt him harden even more beneath her touch, the thick, ropy vein that wrapped around the heavy shaft pulsating as he neared a climax. Her thumb spread the liquid seeping from the slit across the broad velvet head, and she continued her steady up and down motion.

His eyes were closed, his face taut with tension, a muscle jumping in one cheek.

“Please,” she begged again, sure she was at the limit of her control.

“Not yet, not yet. All right,” he growled in a low voice. “Now, come for me. Right now.”

His penis throbbed and jerked in her hand as his cum spilled over her fingers. He pinched her nipple even harder, and her own orgasm rolled through her. Her body shuddered and shook as the muscles of her pussy spasmed over and over, clenching the humming balls. The vibrating butterfly drove her higher and higher, taking her from one plane of ecstasy to another. As his cum coated her hand, her own liquid spilled from her, wetting the bench beneath her.

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At last, spent, she leaned against the back of the booth, desperately trying to catch her breath. Mark lifted her hand from his cock, wiping it with a napkin then raising her hand to his lips to run his tongue over it. Her heart thundered against her ribs, and she was sure everyone in the place was watching them.

But when she opened her eyes she saw no one. They were all hidden in their booths. As were she and Mark.

Gently, he removed the butterfly, and she watched him wipe it off and return it to its box.

“That was very good,” he told her. “Very good. You have talented hands.”

“Thank you,” she said in a soft voice.

“You had a good orgasm, didn’t you?”

She nodded. “Oh my God. Good? It was…unbelievable.” She shifted in her seat and the balls rolled together. “Aren’t you going to remove the…the balls?”

“Not yet.” He chuckled. “Can you move?”

“I think so.” She gave him a small grin. “With some effort. Why?”

“I have another toy for you, but you have to move for me to give it to you.”

“Another toy?’ she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

“Yes.” One hand trailed down her back, fingers walking down her spine until he reached where her skirt was bunch around her ass. The tips of his fingers traced the cleft of her buttocks. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Lisa?”

Her entire body clenched at his words, tiny pulses beating in her womb and her pussy. “Y-yes,” she stammered. “I have. But you aren’t…”

“Going to do it right here?” He shook his head. “No, but something almost as good.”

“Like what?” What could they possibly do here in this bar? Although no one seemed to care what anyone was doing. Not even the bartender or waiter.

“Have you used a butt plug before? To stretch yourself for your lovers?”

Lisa swallowed. Along with everything else, Jason had been obsessed with fucking her ass—taking her doggie style, against the wall, bent over the couch or even the kitchen table. He had insisted she wear a butt plug, every day, so she would always be prepared for him.

“Yes.” She wet her lips. “Until recently, I wore one every day.”

“That’s very good.”

He put his free hand under her chin and tilted her face up to him. Capturing her lips, he tongue-fucked her mouth until the inside of her mouth was on fire, his tongue a shaft of flame igniting every place he touched. One hand drifted to her breasts, squeezing first one, then the other, just to the point of tolerable agony. Just to the point where more liquid dripped from her cunt onto the leather seat.

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She was gasping when at last he moved his head back. Her entire body felt as if it was being consumed by a raging inferno. “Jesus, Mark.”

He smiled. “Good, isn’t it? Wait until you see what I’m going to do to that tempting ass of yours.”

Lisa wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Now?” She couldn’t seem to find her voice any more. It was barely a whisper.

“Yes, Lisa. Now. I’m going to prepare you. Then I’m going to insert a brand new plug in your ass. It won’t be as good as my cock, but I assure you, it will be enjoyable. Go on. Get up on the seat on your knees and lean forward.”

“But—”

“You know that no one can see what we’re doing.”

Again, her eyes swept the room, and again, he was right. In every other booth, the curtains were either drawn or the occupants were completely engrossed in each other.

“Come on. Up on your knees.”

She did as he asked, kneeling and lifting her ass in the air. She sensed him taking something else from the bag then fingers spread her buttocks and something cool pressed against her anus.

“Gel,” he said, “to lubricate you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

One finger pressed against the ring of muscle, pushing the gel inside the dark tunnel. His finger moved slowly in and out, spreading the lubricant into the tissues. Lisa felt her body respond and couldn’t believe she could get so hot again so quickly.

“Two fingers,” he said, his mouth close to her ear as a second finger joined the first. He was stretching her slowly, scissoring his fingers, spreading the gel deeper inside her. “Now three,” he told her.

She had a feeling of total fullness as he slowly finger-fucked her ass. His teeth nipped at her earlobe at the same time then his sensuous lips trailed kisses down the column of her neck.

“All right?” he asked.

“Fine,” she told him, gasping just a little. “Just fine.”

He removed his fingers. “I’m going to put the plug in now. Take in a deep breath.”

She did as he said, holding her breath as she felt the thick rubber of the plug intruding into her asshole.

“Breathe out slowly” he commanded.

Lisa let out her breath as he pushed the plug further inside her. When she felt it all the way in she took in another breath and exhaled as she’d learned to do with Jason.

“It’s in,” she told him breathlessly.

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“Excellent. You can lean back now.”

When she arranged herself on the seat again, the pressure of the bench pushed the plug into her even more firmly.

“Close your eyes,” Mark order.

Lisa leaned her head back and did as he asked. The pre-orgasmic coil of lust began unwinding through her body again. She nearly leaped off the seat when the plug began to vibrate very slowly at a slow speed.

“Oh, my God,” she said, biting her lower lip. “Oh, my God, Mark.”

“Go with it,” he told her. “We’re just starting here. Sit still, just like you did before.”

Oh, yeah? He should try this sometime.

But she held herself as immobile as possible. Until the vibrations made their way through the thin membrane between her vagina and her rectum, and the Ben Wa balls began to move back and forth. She shifted her gaze to Mark and saw the knowing look in his eyes. He knew exactly what was happening to her, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

“Let’s add a little spice to this shall we?”

“Spice?” she almost squeaked. “I don’t know how much more spice I can take.”

He leaned over and nipped the column of her neck, his fingers threading through her hair as he nibbled his way down to that very sensitive spot where shoulder and neck joined.

“I think you can take a whole lot more,” he breathed, his tongue running a long, slow lick along her neck up to her ear. “A
whole
lot more.”

Everything inside her body was rippling now, the vibrations from the plug racing through her blood stream, her nerves, her muscles. She was sure if she stood up she’d shake from head to toe. The orgasm was building inside her, and she knew he’d make her hold off as long as possible. But every time the little steel balls bumped each other, she had to grit her teeth to maintain control.

“W-what do you want?” She could barely get the words out.

“I want you to put one hand between your legs and touch your clit. Right now.” His voice lowered. “Tell me when you’re doing it.”

Digging for discipline she didn’t even knew she had, she slipped one hand between her thighs and with her fingers found the slick, swollen nub. Just touching it sent electric shock waves through her body.

Mark was forcing his control on her, and she was stunned to realise how much she liked it.

“I’m touching it,” she told him, squeezing her thighs against the pressure of her fingers.

“Don’t squeeze your thighs,” he ordered, as if he could see what she was doing. “I want them wide open.”

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“I can’t.” She was almost crying in frustration.

“Of course, you can. Perhaps we need something to cool you down a little. I know exactly how hot you are right now.”

He snapped his fingers, and in a few seconds, the waiter appeared again, widening the curtain just enough to admit himself and his tray. His face still expressionless, he placed fresh drinks on their table.

But as he turned to go, Mark stopped him.

“I have another task for you,” he told the man. “It seems my companion is far too hot to manage at the moment and needs some cooling down. Could you do that for me?”

Lisa’s fingers pressed against her clit and her mouth dropped open.
Now
what was Mark up to?

“Of course, sir,” the waiter said tonelessly.

Plucking three ice cubes from Lisa’s drink, he dropped to his knees beneath the table.

What is he going to do?

In another moment, her question was answered. The waiter’s fingers traced her swollen labia, then separated them and very slowly slid an ice cube into her heated cunt. The clash of sensations, hot and cold, sent shivers through her already shuddering body. She could already feel the ice cube melting when he slid a second one in, and a third. They pushed against the Ben Wa balls, forcing them higher in her vagina. Then she felt his fingers closing over hers where they held her clit, pinching hard enough to make her clench her jaw. He forced one finger beneath hers and rubbed it back and forth against the ultra-sensitive tip until she wanted to scream.

“Mark,” she pleaded. “I can’t hold this much longer.”

Especially with the waiter playing with my cunt while everything in both of my channels is shimmying like a dancing prism.

“You can.” His voice was firm. “I promise you, it will be worth it. Waiter, would you like a little taste?”

“If you please, sir.” His voice was muffled by the table and the cloth covering it.

“Just a short one, though,” Mark admonished.

At once, Lisa felt the waiter’s tongue licking the length of her slit, catching the water from the melting ice cubes. He licked once, twice, then rimmed her vaginal opening in a teasing swirl.

Oh God, I can’t hold on much longer.

She sent a silent plea to Mark, but when she looked at him, he shook his head slightly.

“Keep your fingers busy,” he reminded her.

The waiter continued to lick and tease until, his task completed, he backed away from his place under the table and rose.

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“Thank you, sir.” His voice might have been mechanically generated, as toneless as it was. “Her cunt is extremely juicy, and her clit is very nicely swollen. I believe the activity in her rectum is doing its job.”

Jesus! He sounds like he as giving the morning report on the stock market. Mark! Don’t make me hold off much longer.