Scarlett's Temptation, page 14
The woman stood and motioned to the couch. "Lay down and spread your legs wide," she smiled as her cocoa eyes roamed over the girls beautiful body.
Scarlett didn't argue with the woman, she laid down and draped one of her legs over the top of the couch, and placed her other leg on the floor, completely spread open. This was so wrong, yet so exciting, and she wanted to know what it felt like to be touched by a woman. She had wondered before, and now she had the chance to find out.
At the first touch of the woman's fingers on her clit, she bucked up off the couch. Her touch was gentle and not like the roughness of Rhett's, it felt incredible. Even when those fingers slid inside her it was such a different experience. Where Rhett was all muscles and steel, this woman was silk and lace, even her smell was appealing.
Closing her eyes she gave over to the sensation of the subtle seduction, soft moans of pleasure spilling from her lips. As a woman she knew exactly what pleased another woman, she thought to herself. When she felt her mouth taking the place of her fingers, she clenched nervously until the sensation of pure ecstasy took over any thoughts of how strange it was to have a woman taste her this way.
Rhett watched the emotions crossing his beautiful girls face and was more than pleased with how she responded to the woman. He already knew that Scarlett was an incredibly sensual woman, but now he also knew he would be able to train other submissive's and eventually she would find pleasure with them.
His cock strained against his pants, and he would deny himself no longer. "Aleshia, thank you for your help this evening, you may go." The submissive wasn't his, but he'd known her Master for many years and he had agreed to let her come to him with the promise that she not be used sexually by him.
"Thank you Sir, I hope I've pleased you." she kissed Scarlett intimately and tugged on the piercing of her clit hood once gently. "I enjoyed you honey, wish we had longer to play together." Standing up, she pulled her dress down and walked out the door.
"Over the arm of the couch baby, I want to fuck you now!" He watched as she scrambled off the couch, still unfulfilled. He had purposely stopped the other woman before she came. Pulling his pants and underwear down, and not removing anything else he walked to her.
Leaning her over the couch he took her slid into her with one hard, long thrust. "Never reveal what you truly desire, they'll think you're a whore. That's what they want you to believe baby. Deny what your body craves, they'll call you a lady." He slowly pulled out from her clenching folds only to surge forward quickly. "Hide behind closed doors if you need to explore, you should be ashamed to want." Riding her for a few quick thrusts he allowed his words to trail off.
Pulling her hair back roughly while embedded deeply inside, he whispered passionately in her ear. "I'm giving you the chance to shun what society would demand of you because you're a woman." Biting the tender lobe of her ear he inched out of her tightness and drove in deeply again and again before pausing once more, holding her hips as he forced himself to remain still. "When these ten nights of living out what most woman only get to fantasize about are over, you tell me sweetheart. Who has the real power?" Grabbing her hips roughly he pounded into her, unleashing all his sexual energy until he felt her on the edge.
He stilled again, pulling her hair and forcing her neck back almost painfully. “It has always been your choice, baby. The real question is, do you have the strength inside of you to keep going? Or will you allow the world to keep telling you to hide the true beauty that shines when you allow yourself to give in to your darkest desires?"
"Please Sir," her body was held on the precipice, aching with need. Shivers of longing moved through her and she needed to let go, to soar to that place of ecstasy that only he could give her.
"I opened the doors, now it's your turn." Rolling his hips slightly feeling her silken flesh hold him tighter than he'd ever been held before, he needed to know if she would still give in. "It's only going to get more intense sweet girl, I'm going to challenge everything you think you won't allow yourself to do. Tell me sweet girl, are you going to give me the full ten nights?"
She would promise him whatever he asked of her right now. Her core throbbed, clenching with the painful edge of release that was just on the other side out of reach. "Sir please fuck me, I'll give you whatever you ask for."
"That's my girl," he rode her savagely, holding nothing back. She belonged to him more than she even knew. As her body drenched him with passion he could no longer hold back and with one more thrust he pulled out and found his own release on her flawless skinned back.
She was breathless with the force of his passion and from the words he had spoken. There was no doubt in her mind that she was in way deeper than she'd ever find her way out of. It was the strangest feeling of fear and peace combined. He could crush her soul or take her higher than she'd ever imagined possible. That was more control than she'd ever thought she was capable of giving another person.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bathroom and she weakly rested her head on his chest. It was more than just the physical exhaustion of their act of passion. Mentally she was so wound up inside of him that she could barely think. He washed her body with a tenderness that had her on the edge of tears, the emotion was so overwhelming. They made love twice more before she had to beg him to allow her to rest.
"Sleep my sweet, sweet Scarlett, tomorrow I will expand your mind even more." Pulling her into his arms he held her until her even breaths told him she escaped. With a smile of contentment, he fell into a peaceful rest knowing she would soon be willing to become his slave.
chapter thirteen
Ménage Trois
They joined Janie and David for breakfast the next morning and Scarlett was surprised that they wouldn't be in meetings all day. It was a day she knew she'd lock inside her memories forever. They explored the island together, even enjoyed a snorkeling adventure. It was almost like they were a normal couple and all the things that happened in the bedroom didn't exist.
When they finally made it back to their hotel, she was ready to relax and was somewhat shocked as he told her they had another night to mark off their list. The sun was already setting and she had allowed herself to forget the ten nights all together during their incredible time today. "Sir, could we maybe just not have one of those nights?" She didn't want to ruin the incredible mood he was in, but she was really tired.
He held out his hand, and she took it immediately, bringing a smile to his face. He knew how tired she was, they had very little downtime since the day began, so he was willing to be understanding. But his plans would not be changed. "I have already put these last two nights together on the island sweetheart," he pulled her into an embrace and kissed the top of her head. "I promise, I'll let you sleep in late tomorrow."
She nodded wearily against his chest, not wanting to disappoint him. "Okay Sir."
"Go take a hot bath my sweet Scarlett, it will relax your muscles and I'll have dinner waiting for you when you get out." He felt it was a fair concession. He patted her backside lightly, encouraging her to do as he asked.
She walked back to the bathroom, almost dead on her feet. The heat of the island, along with all the walking and snorkeling had definitely taken all her energy. She did feel better as she slid into the steaming hot water though. She washed quickly, then laid her head back on the soft cushioned pillow in the tub, resting her eyes.
That was how he found her, sound asleep. Shaking his head, he bent over and lifted her out of the tub. Her eyes opened and she smiled at him sleepily and he was awed by her beauty. "I wish now I could cancel our plans for the evening," he chuckled softly at her blush. Lowering her to her feet, he dried her body off and wrapped her in a large towel. "Your dinner is in the other room, go eat while I grab a quick shower."
"Thank you for dinner and today, Sir," she smiled and left him. Her stomach was rumbling and she knew the salad from lunch hadn't been enough to hold her over after their exhausting itinerary. The kitchen island bar was set with a sterling silver covered tray, a long stemmed red rose in a small vase, and a white candle already lit. He really was pampering her tonight, she thought grinning.
Sitting down on the cushioned bar stool, she lifted the tray cover and inhaled the wonderful aroma. Chicken Marsalla was one of her favorite dishes and she dug in, eating more than she should have. Starting to wake up a little now that her stomach was full she walked back to the bedroom and was gifted with the sight of Rhett wrapped in only a towel. She couldn't stop her eyes from roaming over his chiseled abs and strong chest.
"I wish we had time for me to show you what a look like that will get you sweetheart, but you need to get that sexy ass dressed." Winking at her, he walked into the closet and pulled out a pair of dark black dress pants and a grey dress shirt. Walking back out he laid them on the bed. "Go dry your hair baby, I'll lay out something for you as soon as I get dressed."
She didn't argue, honestly she didn't care what she wore as long as it pleased him. She untangled her long hair with a comb and dried it thoroughly. Pulling out her cosmetic bag, she dusted a slight bronzer over her face, added a touch of mascara, and just a hint of color to her lips with a coral gloss.
He was completely dressed when she made it back into the room and she hurried to pull out a pair of lacy white panties, and glanced toward the dress he'd laid out to see what type of bra to wear. Since it was one of the silk mini-dresses with spaghetti straps she grabbed a half bra and quickly put it on, then slid the dress over her head, carefully not to mess up her hair. All she had done was combed it and allowed to hang in soft folds down her back.
"You look gorgeous baby, grab your shoes and let's get out of here. I don't want to be late." He winked and walked out into the main room to make a phone call.
Finding her three inch heels she slid them on, grabbed her purse and joined him back in the room. "Ready when you are, Sir," she smiled and tried not to think about what he was going to teach her tonight.
He held out his hand for her and walked her out of the room, to the elevator, then out to the front of the hotel. A limo awaited them and they both were seated inside. "We are meeting a dear friend of mine tonight, who owns one of the hotels on the island, most women find him charming." He smiled and held her hand in his lap as they drove. The ride was not a long one but he felt she had walked enough today and had called for the car earlier.
She raised her eyebrow at his remark, wondering why he would choose those words. At his smile, she decided she was just still tired and probably not thinking clearly. Smiling back, she snuggled closer to him just wanting to get this night over and finally sleep.
The hotel that they were driven to was just as charming as theirs and her eyes took in all the details of the magnificent property. To own a place like this it was apparent Rhett's friend was very well off financially. She wondered what it would be like to live in a place like this every day for the rest of her life.
He walked her inside the impressive lobby and toward the golden gilded elevators. "I want you to remember something tonight sweetheart, by pleasing me, you please yourself." He squeezed her hand lightly as the door opened on the top floor.
She didn't have time to ask him what he meant. Standing in what appeared to be an entire floor dedicated as one suite, she could only gasp at the opulence before her. The man that walked forward to meet them could only be described as almost too handsome. He had movie star looks, with perfect hair, and a body most men would die for incredibly displayed in a pair of designer jeans and t-shirt.
"Rhett," walking over he embraced his friend in a bear hug. "It has been way too long my friend!"
Scarlett could only watch as the two men greeted each other. It was rare for the men she knew in her life, granted those were few, to be so open with their affections. A slap on the ass, or a handshake were what she expected from the male species.
"Come Scarlett, meet Manuel," he smiled broadly and held out his hand for her to join them.
"She is even lovelier than you told me in our conversations," lifting her hand he kissed it gallantly. "A pleasure to meet you."
He had a strong island accent and a charming manner that Scarlett was instantly attracted to. "It's very nice to meet you Sir," she wasn't sure what to call him, but assumed if he was a close friend of Rhett's then he probably at least knew something about his lifestyle.
"So well trained already as well," Manuel turned to Rhett and smiled, "I am impressed old friend." He looked back at Scarlett and smiled genuinely. "I am to assume she has not been told why you've brought her to me?"
"You would assume correctly," he chuckled at the confused look that now found Scarlett's face. "She does know that this will be part of our ten nights and I can only hope she does as well tonight as during the other ones." He spoke to Manuel but kept his eyes on Scarlett, attempting to read her mood.
"Well shall we move to the back room and get more comfortable?" Manuel didn't wait for either of them to answer as he walked off, knowing they would follow.
Rhett held Scarlett's hand as they followed and whispered softly, "You do this tonight to show me that you can trust me in all things."
She was really starting to get nervous now, because it was apparent she wasn't going to like what he was going to ask her to do. Her heart began to race and when she and Rhett walked inside the room Manuel had disappeared into, she froze.
It was a bedroom, with a very large bed in the center, and everything else in the room was overshadowed by that one piece of furniture. "I don't understand Sir," she whispered the words in confusion, looking to Rhett and back to Manuel not understanding why either of the men were smiling at her in such a strange way.
"Tonight Scarlett, we will both enjoy you," he watched her eyes widen, and saw the fear that filled the beautiful depths. When she took a few steps back he knew it was time to command her. "This is not debatable sweetheart, you have nothing to fear and a world of pleasure to be gained."
"Sir, I c-can't," she couldn't talk, her heart was racing too fast, her mind completely overloaded, the thought what he was asking of her was too much.
"Do you remember what we discussed last night Scarlett?" his voice had grown cold and stern. "I can only unlock your passion when you trust me completely."
She hated when he went into caveman mode, and this was just way beyond what she felt comfortable with. "I c-can't do this, Sir, please I'm begging you not to ask me." How could he even want this? What type of woman would it make her to allow this to happen? Sure, Manuel was a extremely gorgeous man, and she doubted many girls turned him down on that basis alone. But this was not her, and she didn't think she wanted to ever be the kind of woman who could have two lovers at once.
"Scarlett you're over thinking things again, undress, now!" He knew just how hard this would be for her. It was pushing her boundaries further than they'd ever been pushed in her life. He wasn't backing down tonight, if she didn't use her safe words, this was going ahead as planned.
"I c-can't, Sir," she cried out softly lowering her head. She didn't like denying him. Hated the fact that he was going to be upset with her. This was just too much, she shook her head fighting back tears.
Manuel watched the beautiful girl fall apart and smiled warmly. She had no idea what pleasures waited in their arms, he knew that instinctively, and from the talks he had with Rhett. An innocent in his lifestyle was a rarity and he knew he'd enjoy seeing who would win this small battle of wills. He wondered if someone with her limited sexual experience could be convinced to love so freely.
Rhett wasn't ready to accept defeat and giving her little warning his hands quickly reached for the thins straps of her dress, lowering them and pulling the garment down to pool at her feet. "Half the battle is already won, sweetheart," he smiled.
Her hands instinctively moved to cross over her chest, shocked that he had done that in front of the beautiful stranger. "Sir, please stop," she was humiliated and just wanted this to end so she could go hide in a corner somewhere.
"Don't fight me on this sweet girl, you will enjoy this so much and wonder tomorrow what you were so afraid of." Wrapping his arms around her waist he held her against him tightly. Her body was trembling violently and he knew it was mainly from embarrassment.
"You have no need to be embarrassed dear one, your body is perfección," Manuel glanced over her slender form thinking how fortunate his friend was to own her.
Scarlett closed her eyes tightly, willing her heart to stop racing and her breathing to slow. All of this was just too much, she wasn't ready to explore this deeply. Her own mental anguish was so deep she didn't feel his fingers work the clasp free on her bra, and didn't know he'd released it until he pulled her hands down by her side firmly. She whimpered as the cool air flittered over the peaks causing them to tighten into rosy buds.
Manuel walked forward until he stood before the trembling beauty and his mouth lowered quickly to one of the tempting peaks. Suckling it deeply, he felt her pull back instinctively but only pulled deeper with his mouth. Her soft groan of pleasure and pain making his body harden instantly.
"Rhett, Sir, please," she whimpered knowing her body enjoyed Manuel's mouth on her breast, but her mind was completely out of the game.
Keeping her hands firmly by her side, he lowered his mouth to ear and whispered patiently. "Feel sweetheart, stop thinking." He was finding it hard to watch Manuel touch what he considered his, but she would know this experience, he decided.
Manuel trailed his mouth over to her other breast as his hand moved down her flat stomach and under the band of the small wisp of lace that covered her sex. His fingers slid over her smooth mound and into the soft folds, pleased at the dampness there. Lifting his head from her breast he spoke huskily. "Your body is loving what I'm doing." His mouth lowered down her abdomen feeling her tense, and he allowed his tongue to delve inside her navel.
