Chocolatey Inspiration from Stately Pleasures by Lucy Felthouse
Then she walked over to the enormous trestle table in the centre of the room – noting the fact that all the usual props had been removed – and sat on its edge, before twisting her body and swinging her legs up onto its surface. Now she shuffled as gracefully as possible – which wasn’t very – to the middle of the table and lay down.
Without moving her head, she looked as best she could to where the men still stood at the edge of the room. She hadn’t been reprimanded or ordered to move, so she figured she’d got it right. Her suspicions were confirmed when Ethan moved closer with a length of rope in his hand. He then walked up towards the top of the table and was lost from sight. Soon, she felt tiny movements in the table as Ethan secured the rope to one of its legs, before wrapping the other end around her wrist and tying it securely. He checked to make sure she was comfortable before repeating the process three more times on her remaining limbs.
Now she lay spread-eagled on the enormous table and she could hardly feel more exposed. Her pussy was splayed open, her tits bobbed on her chest with every breath she took, and she couldn’t do a damn thing to cover herself up. Not that she really wanted to, anyway.
No, all she wanted was for the men to touch her. And she knew that was going to happen soon enough.
The clink of metal jolted her from her thoughts, and in her peripheral vision she could see Ethan and Jeremy approaching, carrying enormous silver trays. Ethan disappeared from her view; she guessed he was walking around the table to reach her other side. She hadn’t been told not to, so she turned her head and saw her guess was correct. Now there was a man on either side of her. Their trays were held aloft, so she couldn’t see what they carried. It was food of some description – she knew that much – but she didn’t know exactly what. She hoped it wasn’t something disgusting, like caviar or snails.
Milliseconds later, the rich scent of chocolate hit her nostrils and she felt a lot better. Chocolate she could handle. The only downside to this task was the fact she’d rather the roles were reversed – she would much rather be licking and sucking chocolate from Jeremy and Ethan’s bodies, and she’d bet her last pound any other straight female who met them would feel the same. Unless they didn’t like chocolate, in which case they were crazy anyway.
‘Close your eyes, Alice.’ Ethan murmured, and she did as he asked. She had no reason not to, after all. She trusted him. Trusted both of them.
Now she relied on her other senses to tell her what was happening. Her ears picked up the pinging of cutlery. She could still smell the chocolate, and ohhh, now she could feel it being drizzled over her breasts. They’d melted it, and were pouring it over her body. The sensation was ticklish – as well as incredibly sensual – and she did her absolute best not to move. She didn’t want to spill any of the confectionery from her curves – she wanted every last drop to be licked or sucked off by a warm, wet mouth.
Some clanging and scraping noises were audible, and then Alice got her wish. As if they’d signalled to one another, both men closed their mouths over one of her nipples at the same time.
She gasped. Her sense of touch – or, rather, feel – was in overdrive. Lips on her tits, hands stroking her thighs, cooling chocolate trickling down the sides of her breasts … It was heaven. Soon, chocolate wasn’t the only thing trickling towards the table – her pussy was wet and ready, eager for a tongue, fingers, or, even better, a cock. Juices seeped from her core and gravity did its job, leading them down her arse crack and onto the wooden surface beneath her.
But it seemed Jeremy and Ethan had more teasing in mind before she’d get the touch she wanted; no, needed. Once they’d laved her skin clean of the sweet goo, they grabbed their bowls and spoons to repeat the process, trickling it over her boobs, stomach and thighs. They’d obviously decided to use it all up on her skin before it solidified in the bowls.
Alice writhed on the table – no mean feat given how tightly she was restrained – as the sensations swarmed through her body. She’d given up on trying to stay still – it was just impossible. Then Jeremy and Ethan began licking and sucking once more. Jeremy clambered up onto the table and knelt between her legs, bending down to clean the sauce from her thighs and lower abdomen. They’d deliberately not allowed any to get onto her pussy – either because they were concerned about the health implications, or because they knew how much it would drive her crazy to lick and suck all around the area without actually touching it. It was probably a combination of both.
This sexy chocolate scene seems to be a popular one, especially amongst chocolate fans, you won’t be surprised to hear! My ideas rarely come to me fully formed—I just get a snippet of something, and then when I actively start thinking about it, other bits and pieces come to the fore in my mind. That’s how this scene came to be. I visit an awful lot of stately homes and love to explore them—the more rooms open to the public, the better, in my opinion. I always find the servants’ quarters and kitchens fascinating—they’re so different from the parts where the rich, aristocratic families would spend time.
I’ve seen a fair few areas where large, sturdy-looking trestle tables take over a great deal of a room, and when I started planning this novel I thought it would be nice to feature one such table. Then I had to think about exactly what would take place on this table, and how... so now you know! This delicious chocolate-body-painting scene is kinky, erotic and certainly needed a strong table. Thank god for public access to stately homes!
Alice Brown has just landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.
Unfortunately, things don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened, Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along with their indecent proposal.
When the dust settles and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance her career, after all.
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9