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  “Is it formal because…” He began, standing as well, draining the rest of his wine glass.

  “It is very informal,” she replied. “Do you have a pair of dress pants and a shirt in your bag?”

  “Yes. I…”

  “Good,” she said. “No tie. I prefer open neck.”

  He nodded at her.

  “Follow me love,” she invited, her high heels making a clicking sound on the hardwood floors. He followed her up a flight of steps and down a carpeted hallway filled with giant statues of Venus and David. At the end of the hall, she paused and opened the door. “This is your room,” she announced.

  Ciel walked into a huge bedroom with a full bathroom, walk in closet and four poster bed. Everything was done in hues of creams and beiges. There was a huge plasma television hanging off one of the walls, and a state-of-the-art computer in the corner.

  “Do you like it?” she asked.

  “It’s great,” he replied, his eyes straying to his suitcase which was sitting on the bed.

  “I will have one of the upstairs maids come and unpack for you,” Amanda said.

  “No,” he replied. “That’s okay. I can do that myself.”

  “As you prefer. Dinner is at eight in my bedroom. It’s the first door at the top of the stairs,” she said.

  “Thanks,” he replied, checking his watch. It was almost seven.”

  Leaning over and pecking his cheek, she whispered “enjoy, and one more thing…”

  He gave her a quizzical look.

  “Don’t shave. Leave the shadow,” she told him, letting her eyes move over his rough jaw for a moment. “It will turn Scott on.”

  He threw up his hands in compliance. She left the room closing the door behind her.

  * * * *

  Ciel couldn’t believe it. This room was fantastic. He walked over to one of the doors, opening it to find a shower stall with several shower heads jutting out all over the place, a toilet, and a sink. He peeled off his clothes, and stepped inside the glassed in shower. It took a few minutes to adjust it to massage and get the water temperature perfect. The water hit his body from all directions, making his nipples and his sex harden almost instantly. He laughed. Leave it to this woman to have a shower which sexually stimulated you.

  After about ten minutes, he reluctantly got out and dried off with a big fluffy towel. He threw himself on the huge bed, and closed his eyes. How could he have made a mistake coming here? This was living! How bad could it be? He’d finish his degree here in L.A., have plenty of time to write, and have sex on demand with one of her studs.

  He smiled to himself, and reached over to his suitcase on the bed. He dug deep into a slit he’d made in the lining. His eyes lit up when he pulled out the three thinly rolled joints he had brought with him. He rose and opened the window. He lit up, sucking the smoke deep into his lungs. After a minute, he put it out and placed it back in its hiding place. Pot always made him horny, and he had a feeling that Amanda intended to put him to the test.

  As he went about pulling some suitable clothes out of the suitcase, he wondered about this Scott guy. What would he be like? Since Amada seemed very choosy about her men, he was guessing he’d be something else. Well, bring him on, he thought with a smile, his hand reaching down to rub his semi-erect cock. He was ready.

  * * * *

  Scott was late. Amanda caught herself glancing at the door impatiently. She couldn’t wait to see his face when he got a look at his present. She forced herself to relax.

  It was almost a quarter to eight when he walked in the door. Amanda came rushing out into the foyer, a look of disapproval on her face. “Scott,” she said, “where have you been?”

  “Sorry, the movie ran over,” he replied.

  With a forgiving sigh, she came over and kissed him softly on the lips. “Go and get dressed. We’re having dinner in my room.”

  “We?” His eyes glinted mischievously. “Now, are you going to tell me the big secret?”

  “It’s a birthday surprise, with heaven,” she winked. “Hurry darling! You’re going to love it,” she said, her voice flooded with excitement.

  Scott laughed, and flew upstairs to his room.

  * * * *

  At precisely eight o’clock, Ciel knocked on Amanda’s bedroom door. When she opened the door, his jaw fell open. This was not a room, it was a showroom.

  The floor was covered in white shag carpet. Several naked statues of men paved the way to one of the biggest beds he’d ever seen. He was sure that ten people could sleep in it. It was half hidden with a red silk canopy. Directly above it, the entire ceiling was covered with mirrored tiles. Kinky.

  The curtains at the window were red silk as well, and there were velvet love seats strewn around here and there. One half of the wall was reserved for a walk in closet. It was a room in itself. Beyond the bed was another small room.

  Amanda took his hand and led him inside. He caught his breath. All the walls were mirrored, as well as the ceiling. There were handcuffs, and a padded table, along with a chair equipped with a number of cuffs and straps, and movable stirrups. She pulled him to the far end of the room, opened a cupboard, and slide out drawers which contained a great variety of sexual toys and accessories. “Jesus,” he hissed between his teeth.

  She laughed. “You aren’t shocked, are you, love?”

  “Ah, no,” he replied, following her out of the room where he noticed a table had been set up in the far corner.

  * * * *

  Amanda was taking her time now running her eyes over him again. He was wearing black pants, tight but not tight enough. She’d have to have some clothes made for him. The deep mauve shirt he had on looked delicious.

  She reached over and opened the second and third button at his neck. He didn’t react which pleased her. She wanted him to understand that his body would belong to her as a toy as long as she wanted it.

  It was curious how women’s bodies had been sexualized by men for so long, when women were clearly men’s sexual superiors in every way. They could have multiple orgasms. They could easily hide their sexual desire. Men’s bodies were made to be sexual toys, and when those toys played together … well there was no end to the pleasure that brought.

  She told him to sit down. “You’ll have to excuse Scott. He isn’t always on time. We’ll have to punish him for that,” she said, her eyes glinting.

  Ciel smiled, glancing at the dome covered plates sitting on the table. Amanda surmised that he was probably very hungry.

  * * * *

  Scott wasn’t sure what Amanda was up to. As he walked the distance from his room to hers, he was prepared for just about anything. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and was never afraid to find a way to get it.

  He knocked, then entered as usual and saw Amanda standing in front of a table. Whoever was sitting there was blocked from his view, at least part of him. It was definitely a man, tall, with dark hair.

  “Scott,” she said, “I would like you to meet Ciel. It means heaven in French.”

  She moved out of the way, and the man stood up to greet him. Over six feet, body of a god, and a face so handsome that even he was rendered speechless for a moment.

  The man called Ciel appeared hesitant. He stepped forward, ran his eyes over Scott for inspection, then extended his hand. “Scott,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

  Scott shook his hand briefly. “So,” he said, “you’re my birthday present.” He turned to Amanda now. “How long is he staying?”

  “He’s going to be going to UCLA here darling. Ciel is a writer. We met in France.”

  Scott narrowed his eyes. Lovely. Just fucking lovely. She ends up picking up some gorgeous hunk in Europe, probably to eventually take his place. Scott sat at the table opposite Ciel, who lifted a glass of wine to his lips several times to drink.

  Amanda took her place at the head of the table between the two men. “Well, Happy Birthday darling, I hope you like your gift.”
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br />   Scott met Ciel’s eyes. “That depends,” he said quietly. “Sometimes pretty packages prove to be disappointing.”

  Amanda glanced sharply at Scott. “Now that was just plain rude. What’s wrong with you?”

  Ciel laughed slightly. “It’s all right. No offence taken. I’m glad you think I’m pretty.”

  Pretty, Scott thought, he was a hell of a lot more than that. He wasn’t sure you could call a man who looked like that pretty at all. He was a walking hard on … drop dead gorgeous; and even that was putting it mildly. He wasn’t sure really what it was about him that was pissing him off. It might have been those coal black eyes filled with cocky self assuredness, or the broad shoulders which topped off the obviously succulent curves and valleys of his muscular torso. The flat stomach, bubble butt, and predictable thick juicy cock didn’t help either.

  “It seems Scott here is a little … ah … overwhelmed,” he said now, his sensuous mouth curving into a smug smile.

  Scott met his eyes, beautiful black eyes with equally thick black lashes. “Come now Ciel, don’t beat around the bush. Why don’t you just say threatened and get it over with?”

  Amanda’s eyes widened a little.

  Ciel didn’t reply.

  “Why should I be threatened? I’ve seen them come and go,” Scott shrugged. “A big cock doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t know how to use it.” Scott gave Amanda a warning look when she appeared to be prepared to intervene.

  “Touché,” Ciel murmured. “You’ll have to reserve judgment on that for later,” he replied simply, then issued him a charming smile.

  Scott sneered at him.

  “Play nice,” Amanda cooed. “Now,” she lifted the covers off the steaming food, lobster and steamed vegetables, “shall we eat?”

  * * * *

  They ate in silence. It was sometime later that Ciel lifted his chin and met Scott’s large brown eyes.

  They were beautiful, and he could see that all his emotion spoke through those expressive eyes of his. Right now, there was a storm brewing in them. He wasn’t quite sure why. From what Amanda had told him, Scott had been as anxious as she was to have a new man in his bed. He seemed to take an instant dislike to him. He tried to hold Scott’s gaze but Scott tore his eyes away and concentrated on his food.

  Ciel had the luxury of really looking at him now, and he liked what he saw. Thick wavy black hair curled on the collar of his expensive silver blue shirt, and his face was sweet, kissable, almost boyishly coquettish, complimenting a slender, lightly muscled frame.

  Ciel imagined what holding him in his arms would feel like, and in the mood Scott was in, he was sure to put up some resistance, but that was all right. He was far lighter than he was, probably not as strong. He’d be easy to physically dominate and far easier to seduce. Just because Scott was snubbing him, didn’t mean Ciel had missed the way Scott’s eyes moved over him.

  * * * *

  The birthday cake arrived. Amanda served, then, told the servants to remove the dishes. “You can come for the dessert dishes in the morning. Clean up and retire.”

  “Yes, Madame,” she said, her eyes glancing at Ciel.

  “She wants you,” Amanda announced as soon as the door closed. Then she walked over to the door and locked it.

  Scott seemed to tense when he heard the bolt move over the door.

  “Afraid?” Ciel asked softly.

  Scott raised his eyes to him, but didn’t reply.

  Amanda was laughing. “I wonder if I should give you to her as a Christmas bonus,” she joked, coming to stand behind Ciel. She ran her hand over his long dark hair, marveling to herself at the silkiness of it.

  Ciel smiled.

  “Yes,” Scott mused, “give him to the hired help.”

  Amanda drew Ciel’s head back. Gently she ran her fingers over his unshaven jaw, his lips. She dipped her hands down around his shoulder, and began to undo his shirt.

  “Don’t tell me you don’t want him naked, Scott.” She undid the last button and spread the shirt open. “Don’t you want to see what I saw in that hotel room in France?”

  “Did you fuck him there?” Scott asked, putting down his fork, his eyes floating over Ciel’s magnificent pectorals and diamond hard brown nipples.

  Amanda let her palms roam over Ciel’s nipples while she met Scott’s eyes. “Now you know that’s not my style. I imagined him fucking you. When he arrived today, I was looking at him, thinking how much I’d like to see you rip off his clothes with your teeth and ride his big hot cock.” She didn’t tell him how tempted she’d been to do that herself.

  Scott nodded, his tongue reaching out to touch his bottom lip.

  She motioned to him to come and stand behind Ciel. “Take both nipples between your fingers and pinched them hard,” she instructed.

  Scott reached out and ran his thumbs over Ciel’s nipples, then pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers. Ciel winced.

  Amanda shushed him. “Clamps, what do you say Scott? It’s your birthday, but I so want to see them hard and sensitive.”

  Amanda knew Scott’s cock was already hard.

  Scott turned his head around and met Ciel’s gaze, steady, unflinching. “Don’t let him move,” Scott said, and disappeared into the other room.

  * * * *

  Amanda began to remove her dress. The bra she wore fastened in the front. It was pink and lacy and did little to hide her voluptuous breasts. She pulled the flimsy clasp apart. Her breasts sprang out, nipples huge and pointed.

  Scott placed his hand on Ciel’s shoulder. He pulled him back against the chair none too gently, and quickly clamped one of the metal clips onto his left nipple.

  Ciel made a hissing sound between his teeth.

  “Can’t take it, big boy?” Scott cooed, dangling the other one in his hand.

  Ciel thrust his chest forward in invitation and Scott reached over for his right nipple. He let his finger slide over it for a second as if it were quite irresistible, then, clamped it.

  Amanda took a step backwards. She took her breasts in her hands, and began to massage them, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples. Glancing at Scott, she breathed, “Escort Ciel into the other room.”

  Scott looked at Ciel. “What do you say, Heaven? Want to go to paradise?”

  Ciel laughed slightly. He stood up, the nipple clamps doing nothing to take away his air of dominance. “Guess we’ll have to see about that, won’t we?”

  Amanda smiled. Quickly she stripped off her clothes, then, took a seat in the padded chair.

  “What do you want, baby?” Scott asked her, as she played with her erect nipples for a minute.

  “You take the lead for a few minutes. Let’s see where it goes,” she said softly, her eyes shining. She was moaning now as she reached her hand down between her thighs. “Scott,” she said, sitting up, “take off your clothes. Ciel stay here beside me.”

  Scott sucked in some breath. Why in hell did he have to take off his clothes first?

  Without saying anything else, he moved out into the middle of the floor and began to take off his shirt.

  Scott knew that Ciel’s eyes were riveted to him. The hard on he was already sporting was growing in leaps and bounds as he took off his pants and underwear and stood naked in front of them.

  Scott gave Ciel a cocky look. “Like what you see Frenchman?”

  Ciel’s hand went to his own cock.

  Amanda laughed softly. “He does. He likes what he sees. Do you want that ass, Ciel?”

  Scott glared at Amanda. “It’s my birthday. I should be the one to…”

  “Exactly,” Amanda said softly. “And we both know that you love to be fucked up the ass by a man … a real man … not those prissy muscle boys from the beach. Ciel, show him what you have in those pants.”

  “Amanda,” Scott breathed, his chest heaving some, “I won’t let him. I don’t want…”

  Amanda ignored Scott, and took Ciel’s hands in hers. “Take him by force if you
have to, but seduce him first darling. I knew when we met you have what it takes.”

  Ciel moved away from Amanda and removed his shirt. Carefully, he took off one clamp then the other from his nipples. His nipples were reddened and harder than granite. For emphasis he pinched them again. “Look away Scott angel,” he said softly, “look away if you can.”

  Scott swallowed as Ciel began to undo his pants, sliding the zipper down painfully slowly. Scott licked his lips. Shoes and socks were discarded then the pants came down, the underwear with it.

  Amanda reached down between her thighs, her eyes on him. “Honey,” she said, “the need in your eyes is more naked than you are.”

  Scott flushed some as Ciel moved closer to him, his thick erection swinging slightly between his thighs. He stopped a few inches away, running his eyes over him. He tossed his head back, bringing his shoulder length dark hair back over his shoulders. “Come on Scott, touch me.”

  Scott stood stubbornly still. “You think I’m weak, don’t you? Think I can’t resist … think I…” his voice faltered as Ciel ran one hand over his chest and down to his cock.

  “It’s yours if you want it,” Ciel met his eyes. “Get on your knees and suck it.”

  “Fuck you,” Scott whispered. “You think you’re so beautiful? I can resist anyone. It’s just desire after all.”

  Ciel came closer still. Suddenly his hand was on his head, and he was being pushed to the floor. Ciel’s cock brushed his mouth, and moved across his cheek. Scott closed his eyes. His body began to tremble. Pre-cum smeared his lips.

  “Come on Scott,” Ciel said, “resist, resist.”

  Scott’s lips pressed against the top of Ciel’s shaft. His hands clutched his buttocks. He opened his mouth to let the head of Ciel’s cock slide inside. The scent of sex filled his nostrils. His jaw ached as he took more and more of him into his throat … and suddenly he couldn’t open his jaws wide enough. He massaged his ass, pausing to look at it in the mirror beside them, and shuddered with pleasure at the beauty of this man. Swallowing, he felt the juices flow down his throat.

  Ciel brought his head back. “That’s it, Scott, it was almost too easy to seduce you.”