Page 32 of Unchained
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“What the fuck is this?” I started to get up and leave, but Veronica quickly ordered me to sit.
“It’s dinner.” Veronica raised her glass, and the others followed.
There was no silverware or plates on the table. There were no dishes filled with food.
I took a moment to study Stephanie. Her body, though I could not see any skin except for her face, was covered in whip cream, fruit, pudding and sprinkles. She was one large dessert, lying there for the taking.
“This part of my initiation into the club?”
Veronica laughed and placed her glass on the table. “You don’t have enough money to join the club, Deacon.”
“Then I’m free to leave whenever I want? That’s what you said.”
“Don’t Deacon,” Stephanie said. Whipped cream hung lazily from her earlobe and then silently dropped to the table.
“Do the rest of you know what happened to Suzanne?” I squeezed the arms of my chair, ready to burst at the seams. I was tired of being toyed with. I took a deep breath. There wasn’t shit I could do about it right then. “Well?” I noticed the guard glance at Veronica. The fucker boarded her boat and killed her. Not yet, I told myself. There will be a right time.
“You have to do this.” Stephanie’s chest gently rose and fell beneath the sugary desserts.
“And you know what happened to Suzanne.”
“I have forgiven Stephanie once. It won’t happen again.” Veronica stood and approached my seat. She reached down and found my cock hard and throbbing. “You want her as bad as the rest of us.”
Moving the chair back, I stood and kissed Stephanie. I wasn’t sure why, especially after all the shit that had happened, but I was growing fond of her. I ran the tip of my tongue across her lips, feeling her heated breath against my mouth. There was something very seductive about a woman who knew how to kiss. Stephanie opened her mouth, and for several minutes we shared tongues and saliva, my cock growing hard, Stephanie’s moans blissful and impassioned.
I pulled back for just a second and looked into her eyes, the alluring pupils, her long lashes, the tiny crow's feet at the corners. She smiled, and at that moment, I knew I was all in.
I’d not felt anything for another woman since Suzanne. But as I peeled back my suit and stood naked in front of three people I cared nothing about, I felt something for Stephanie.
Veronica stepped away and flipped a switch on the wall. Once again, I was in a room with blue lights shining down.
The Whipped Cream turned an eerie blue, as did some of the sprinkles. I continued to ignore the others and concentrated- solely on Stephanie. I guessed where her breasts might be and began eating through the creamy toppings, finding a nipple, sucking it gently, moving my hand into the mix of desserts and down her stomach, the smoothness erotic and exciting. I discovered her newly shaved pussy and stroked her clit, my upper body covered in pudding and whipped cream.
“Kiss me again,” Stephanie pleaded beneath a whimper.
But I did more than that. I needed to be all in until it all came to an end. Veronica did own me, at least until I got the information I needed. Then all bets were off. She’d pay for killing my wife.
I crawled onto the table at Stephanie’s feet and licking her pudding covered toes, the taste of banana rich and savory. My cock grew hard and hurt as if it had been pounded with a sledgehammer.
Moving up Stephanie's legs, slowly, the taste of strawberries washed across my lips and tongue. And just beyond the strawberries, covering her thighs, I found the land of chocolate. I licked and sucked with the speed of a sloth, finding myself fueled by what lay ahead.
Stephanie moaned the entire time I was on the table, her body squirming, her tongue lashing out between her lush lips. Yeah, I was falling head over heels for a woman who lay naked and decorated on a table. Life had quickly changed.
I pushed Stephanie’s legs apart and gazed at the cherry glaze running between her pussy lips, covering her clit and streaming down to her ass. Maybe someone said something. Maybe they said to wait. But I didn’t wait or hesitate.
The cherry glaze was both satisfying and gratifying, feeding my sweet tooth, the eroticism of it all closing off the world around me.
I moved my hands under Stephanie's legs and pushed her knees toward her chest. Her hole opened up, and I proceeded to clean it, devouring both cherry and Stephanie’s own juices.
My arousing assault brought her quickly to orgasm, and as she shook, I continued up her body, moving my dick inside her as I cleaned her breasts of cream and pudding.
Stephanie and I watched each other as I made love to her, the first time I’d made love to a woman since Suzanne. All the others had been a fuck or a screw or something in between. I paid no attention to the others as it would not have been kind to Stephanie to do so.
“Thank you,” Stephanie whispered.
I laid a gentle kiss on her shiny lips and released a warm jet of my own cream inside her. She made a long, mhmm sound and then threw her arms around me.
