The dinner party was boring, she'd known it would be, but Damien had made a special request for her to accompany him, and since he was only in town for one weekend every few months, she hated to disappoint him.
She knew she looked good. She made special efforts whenever he was around. Her day of spa treatments had relaxed her, her hair was a perfect cascade of dark curls around her face and her make up expertly applied. Her skin was pale and flawless. Appearance was everything in her line of work, and she paid good money to maintain what she had.
Damien smiled at her, his hand sliding along her thigh and squeezing her gently. Whispering into her ear, "Don't worry, soon it'll be over and we can get to more pleasant activities." His warm breath making her shiver with anticipation.
He was an excellent lover, she'd found that out the night they had met two years ago. He'd picked her outfit for the evening, a long sleek panel of black. It clung to her curves so perfectly that even she had been aroused when she'd caught sight of herself in the mirror. He had specifically requested that she not wear underwear, and as his fingers slipped into the thigh high slit, he knew she had obeyed. His fingers skimmed over her landing strip and explored her slit as she sipped her drink. She was already wet, which pleased him as he removed his fingers and continued his conversations.
Finally the party ended. She was desperate for him as he opened the car door and ushered her into the back seat. Instructing the driver to take them to her place; his hand snaked back into her dress, finding her wet and ready as he plunged two fingers into her. This was what he had been waiting for, his teasing under the table let him know that he could have done it then, but he wanted her to be denied a little longer. Smiling to himself he slid his fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm, her moans were music to him, he grew hard, the thought of what was awaiting them making him throb.
He blindfolded her as they reached the door, taking her keys and leading her into the bedroom. She was aching for him to fill her. It had been so long since she had felt him inside of her and she knew he was teasing her as he lay her down and moved away. She listened, trying to guess what he was doing but there was only silence. Finally she felt his weight beside her, his fingers running along her chest.
Biting her ear gently, Damien whispered, "Do you trust me?"
"Of course" she replied "I trust you completely."
Turning her he unzipped her dress and slid it down her long body. She was naked now, blindfolded and aroused beyond reason. Her hand slipped between her thighs before his sharp "Stop!" had her whisking it away. The command in his voice was clear and tonight was not the night to disobey. He could see how swollen her lips were as they glistened with the evidence of her need, her clit a hard little nub begging for relief, but none was forthcoming.
She took her bottom lip between her teeth, a gesture that made his cock swell; she knew this and wanted him to be just as desperate. But her sharp gasp as he attached clamps to her hardened nipples made her release it, her moan pleasing him. She writhed; desperate for some relief, anything, as his slow deliberate pace was making her crazy. Finally he lay beside her, he had undressed whilst watching her body move and as his mouth found hers in a deep kiss, his hand roamed over her soft skin.
Clea moaned into the kiss, her nipples were burning from the clamps, sending shocks of pleasure through her, her body pressing towards him as she tried to urge his hand down to her. His stubborn refusal was maddening in a way that made her body cry out.
Suddenly, she felt hands running up her calves. She froze in shock. Damien was still kissing her passionately, there was someone there, she had no idea who, but Damien must have brought them. She remembered his words, "Do you trust me?" and relaxed. She had no doubts that he would hurt, or ever allow anyone to hurt her and as those hands moved up her thighs, her aching pussy welcomed their proximity.
Damien tugged on the chain that joined the nipple clamps, the sharp pull on her nipples dragging another low moan from her. Damien's whispered, "Relax," allowing her to give over the last tendrils of apprehension.
Clea felt gentle fingers exploring her, parting her swollen lips as they slid along her wet trail and circled her engorged clit. Damien's hand was rested against her stomach as his mouth left hers. She felt the release of one of the clamps as his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and tugging at it as her groans filled the room. Just as her body arched up, she felt a tongue flick over her clit, causing her to buck. Her body was in overdrive, a flood of sensations pulsing through her as the mouth buried itself between her thighs and went to work on her pussy.
From the brushes of stubble that grazed her clit, she knew this was a man and her arousal spiked. She remembered talking to Damien last year about their fantasies. Both of them had agreed that an MMF threesome was something they wanted to experience but she couldn't believe that he had arranged this for her.