The House That Payne Built

I could tell our host was pissed. In the brochure and upon arriving, all guests were told that dinner was to be attended by all guests. That was the only rule. If that one rule was broken, the guests that broke it were asked to leave, without a refund...

I looked at Kit who raised her eyebrows, and then back at Thor whos own countenance was stormy, and sipped some more wine. And wondered, what would happen next?
 
Kit: I would be damned if I was going to let this ruin my evening. After all, I had the intoxicating and soon to be intoxicated Danse on one side, and the strong sensuality and breathtaking looks of our host, Thor on the other. Pity the other guests would be missing out, but there would be time to play with them later.

"Never fear, I have always preferred intimate gatherings to large dinner parties. A toast then, to our remarkable host and his unforgettable resort."

As the servants brought around dishes filled with the finest cuisine and began serving the meal, I turned once again to Thor. "Please tell us more about yourself, if you don't mind. What inspired you to create this place? Have you visited others like it? Hobbies, preferences, anything. I apologize for the third degree, but you have us at a disadvantage. We never recieved a profile on you, my dear host."

Danse appeared to be troubled. I smiled at her, wishing to calm her concerns. Soon the other guests would be but a forgotten memory. Oh yes, Miss Danse would have the night of her life.
 
Forcing my annoyance down and turning to Kit, I say," Oh, I am the host but not the creator of the house. That honor belongs to my grandfather Zeus, Zeus Payne, a true hedonist. Our names are a bit of a family joke. An ancestor enjoyed mythology. In any event, I travel quite a bit, but my single passion, if the truth be known, is the pursuit and enjoyment of the many pleasures in life."

Reaching for the decanter and leaning over, one hand on the back of Kit's chair, I pour a few drops more wine into Kit's glass and refill Danse's - she is putting it away. My eyes, somewhat impudently, slide over them both. Wondering to myself, "Which of us is worse? This one is complex...and we both have plans."

As I lean back and place the decanter back on the table, my fingers brush the back of Kit's neck.
 
I let them ply me with liquor. I don't get drunk. That was alright, I was anxious to see where this night was leading to. I drank the wonderful wine, letting the buzz settle in, knowing it would never get any worse than it was. And watched, listened, and learned. I finally spoke, "So, Thor..How does one become a true hedonist? I have spent the better part of my life since I was 16 doing what I want, when I want simply because I wanted. I have traveled the world, I have servants at my disposal, I have everything I want except one thing. I came HERE to get it." I looked at both of them as I spoke. Were these two people going to show me what I was looking for? I dearly hoped so.
 
Kit

I felt the electric thrill run down my spine as Thor ran his finger across my neck. My my, I hadn'd been the prey in years. Perhaps my predatory approach to pleasure had caused me to forget the joy of being the pursued. Giving our host an open once-over with my eyes, I decided it would be a worthy endevor.

Danse's voice cut through my daydream. Hmm, she seemed to hold her alcohol well; slightly tipsy, but not out of control. How does one become a true hedonist, she had asked. I thought a moment before answering.

"Well, my dear, by definition, a hedonist is one who seeks to experience pleasure, especially of the senses. But I don't think you came here for vocabulary lessons. A true hedonist would be one whose driving force in life is the achievement of pleasure, any pleasure and all pleasures." I raised my glass and took a sip, "What pleasures are you lacking? A true hedonist would not hesitate to snatch the opportunity, as it were."

I glanced at our host, wondering if he too, saw the prospects I did. "Come my dear, name your desires. Wait, I have a guess." As I spoke, I left my seat and walk around the table to stand behind Danse. Placing my hands lightly over her eyes, I leaned in and whispered, "I order you to speak. Ask nicely and I will grant you what you desire."
 
I wasn't used to asking. I was used to demanding. This might be a good lesson for me. Maybe. I smiled, and closed my eyes, the warmth of Kits fingers over them was erotic. "I would ask for complete and total satisfaction" I would have to say that was my ultimate desire, the one thing I had never obtained in all of my pursuits. I had a proclivity for sex, and I enjoyed the orgasms it brought, but there was always something missing. I am not speaking of "LOVE" either. I am always left wanting more. I took Kits hands off of my eyes, turned to face her, and with my gaze locked on her green gaze I said, "I would like to know if I can find that here." It wasn't a question. I then turned to our host, who was taking this in with interest. "Can I find that here Mr. Payne?" I waited for either of them to answer. I always said, talk is cheap, you want to convince me, you gotta show me.
 
Still sitting, I turn to Danse. "Danse, pleasure is where you find it. Here, we have few inhibitions. Our minds and bodies are free of the constraining folkways and mores of our society." My eyes flick to Kit, an unspoken understanding leaps across the table.

"You wish to be shown, Danse," I respond. "Very well, I somehow think that Kit and I will open horizons that you never knew existed. If you would both join me, I think my suite will be more comfortable." Used to command, I stand, and walk quickly toward a small door in the corner of the room. Holding it open , I wait...my hand extended toward my private elevator.
 
Kit

Taking Danse by the hand, I led her over to the open elevator. As we passed, Thor and I exchanged looks. It was obvious we were of one mind concerning the evenings activities. What wonders would our combined experience lead to? What would the exquisite but young Danse inspire us to? My mind raced with the possibilities. Although I was used to such arrangements, I found myself growing restless, anxious for the festivities to begin. The thought of running my hands over Danse's perfect body was making the wait even more difficult.
 
I saw the silent messages passing between Thor and Kit. I had reached the beginning of my goal. I let Kit take me by the hand as we followed Thor to his Private elevator. I was jittery with desire, arousal, and I wanted to see how these two exceptional beings would deal with me. I smiled at them each in turn, inviting them with my eyes, to show me what I was not seeing.
 
As they step in, my hand lightly rests on Kit's back for a moment, almost an incidental touch. Our minds are in the same devious, sensual place. The look she gave me spoke volumes. She wants the lovely Danse, and I will help her in her quest, I think.

Inserting my special key, I press the only other button on the elevator panel. We ride up the single floor in silence, but the tension in the small space is palpable.

A soft chime, and the doors slide smoothly back - opening to a large, room, with a window wall of glass that looks out over the broad lake. No servants are present, the only entrance to my suite is on this elevator. The room is tastefully furnished without being opulent. Its a touch on the masculine side, but with soft colors that mute and soften the room.

Ushering them into the room I ask, "What may I fix you to drink?" The small bar is almost hidden in the corner.
 
The carpet was deep, and the lighting perfect, not too bright, sort of mellow. I took in the deep leather furniture, and the art deco around the room. Lovely. When he asked what he could get to drink, I decided I would stick with wine. I leaned down and removed my sandles. My bare feet sinking in the deep pyle of the carpet. I carried them with me over to the window. "Spectacular view, Thor" I said as I took my wine.
 
Thor's quarters were very much like Thor himself, elegant, refined, but understated. I imagine there is more here than meets the eye. Seeing Danse slip off her shoes made me want to lose mine as well. Wiggling my toes in the luxurious carpet, I heard Thor taking drink requests "Vodka martini, please, and I like it wet."

Taking a seat in one of the leather chairs, I sipped my drink and waited for our host to make himself comfortable. I was starting to enjoy the idea of following someone else's lead. Tonight, we would play by Thor's rules.
 
My eyes deliberately dropping to a point just below Kit's tummy, I hand her the vodka martini and say in a low voice, "Your drink, madame, and I like it wet too." With a grin, I flip a couple of switches. The lights soften, the window overlooking the lake darkens just a bit, and the soft strains of haunting Celtic music waft from speakers softly hidden all about the room.

With a meaningful glance at Kit, I take her hand and walk toward Danse, who is standing in front of the window, enjoying the lake.
 
I allowed Thor to lead me over to the window. Standing this close to him, I couldn't help but notice his scent. Too subtle to be colonge, there was a hint of sandlewood and leather, with an herbal topnote. Yet underneath was something more primal and earthy. It was the scent of man and sex. My god, I had placed myself in good hands.

The view from the window was incredible. The sunset had stained the sky with mauves and salmon pinks that reflected in the still water of the lake. One could almost imagine the soft hoots of owls in the dark trees beyond. Add to this the bite of my martini and the gentle Celtic melodies and all of the senses were being satisfied. Or rather, all but one. The realm of touch had yet to be entered.
 
Celtic music has a way of taking you to a place that exists only in ones imagination. I stood by the window, joined by Kit and Thor, and looked at the lake, letting all of my senses absorb what was going on around me. The wine tingled on my tongue, the view was spectacular, the mingled odors in the room were intoxicating. The music drifted over me like water. I needed to touch something. My palms itched to be feeling, something. I lifted my hand, and ran it over Kits hair, her shoulder and down her back, it felt good, her skin was smooth. Then I reached up and ran my hand over Thors face, my fingers barely touching eyes, nose, lips, chin. I let it run down to his chest. I could feel his heart beat. Tonite was going to be intoxicating, whether it was from the wine, or not.
 
As Danse touched first - Kit, and then me, I could feel the gates of hedon begin to open. With my free hand, I gently pulled Danse closer to us. My lips touched the hollow of her throat. Kit's hand was still in mine. Taking her by the wrist, I lifted my hand slowly toward Danse. Kit's palm touched Danse's swelling mounds; her nipples prominent, poking the material. Moving my head, I slid my tongue around Kit's ear and whispered, "She is yours - ours, Cherie. Your pleasure will be my pleasure."

I allowed my hand on Danse's waist to drift lower to touch, feather-like, the curve of her buttocks. My lips left Kit's ear to play on the curve of her neck.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 09-19-2000 at 11:11 AM]
 
I couldn't decide which was more inviting, Danse's breasts or Thor's mouth. Fortunately, I didn't have to. Tilting my head to allow Thor to reach the most sensitive spots, I pulled Danse closer.

"Do you trust me, child? Are you ready to let go and find that which you most desire?" Danse took a breath in preparation to answer, but before she could, I stole that breath with a kiss. Gently pulling on her hair to raise her chin, I began kissing her neck. Following the line of her collarbone, I worked my way down to my own fingers that were busy teasing her nipples.

Motioning Thor to give me a moment, I walked around behind Danse. I placed her hands at her sides and lifted her chin slightly. With one tug, I loosed the zipper of her dress and let the silver fabric puddle around her ankles. Her perfect breasts taut, she stood completely still, wearing nothing but a scant thong.

Turning to Thor, I waved my hand down Danse's body as though she were a piece of rare art being auctioned. At his nod, I lightly ran my finger across her lips, whispering, "Tonight, you will experience things that you only know through fantasy. We will show you things you never knew existed and fill in those sensations you've been missing."
 
Thor

My nod of approval to Kit was understated. "What a delicious creature. She will reach heights she has never dreamed of," I think. Placing my blazer casually over a chair, I drift quietly behind Kit. I know she likes to lead, at least for a bit. Kit is almost as tall as I am - stunning, statuesque, in her black dress. My hands glide along the sides of her dress as my lips search for the secret spot at the base of her neck. My warm breath caresses her as my hands lightly touch. "Cherie," I whisper, "you need to be more comfortable." Deftly locating the zipper, my fingers slide it down. The sexual tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife. The dress slips off, a puddle just like Danse's, but at Kit's feet. Brushing Kit with my fingertips, I can feel the coiled passion, waiting to be unleashed. She is a cauldron of sexuality. Kissing her neck as I touch, I whisper, again, "Cherie, she is ours, yours."

Danse is like a statue - Aphrodite, I think - perfect, standing absolutely still and waiting for us to enjoy.
 
It all happened at once, with that simple touch, that need, that want. My dress was at my feet, I was proud of my body, and I didn't mind being on display. Kit kissing me was like a drug to my system. It was erotic. Her tongue dansing on my nipples was sending shocks outward from my breasts. I could feel a loosening in my pussy, a humming from my very veins. When Thor relieved Kit of her clothing, my breath stopped in my throat. Such umdeniable beauty, I reached out my hand and touched her golden skin, felt her pebble hard nipples in the palm of my hand. I was exploring. I was enjoying. I knew that soon, I would be taken to hand, and would no longer be allowed free will. I had decided that I could play that obediant girl for the time being, but sometime, before this weekend was over, I would be master.
 
Standing there in my corset, g-string and stockings, I was more aroused that I had been in months. Feeling Thor and Danse run their fingers over my body, I arched my back in pleasure. Thor's mouth was burning a hot trail across the back of my neck. Catching his hands on my shoulders, I turned within the circle of his arms. "You too, should be comfortable," I said reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Never taking my gaze from his cobalt eyes, I slowly undid each button, revealing a sculpted chest lightly covered with spun silver. When I was finished with the buttons, I slid the shirt off his shoulders, running my nails over each bicep. "Someone's been working out," I teased.

Rather than let the shirt fall, I left it so Thor's wrists were held in the pretense of restraint. While my hands were busy undoing his belt, my mouth was tormenting each nipple in turn. First gentle nibbles, then harder, pulling until they stood out stark against his perfect chest. By that time, I had finished with the belt and his pants. Allowing all of his garments to fall to the floor, I could see through his knit silk boxerbriefs, Thor was indeed the God of Thunder. Pulling in close, I whispered, "You don't by any chance have a toy box nearby?"
 
Her mouth on my nipples promised more exquisite pleasures later.

Covering Kit's mouth with mine, I whispered back, pointing, "But of course, Cherie, in the window seat just over there." While I ran my tongue over her lips, my hand came up between us and cupped one of her firm breasts. With my eyes on her, my thumb and forefinger captured a nipple and gently pulled the hard bud. Then, my hands on her shoulders, I turned her and directed Kit to the cleverly concealed toy box.

As she walked toward the window seat, lovely ass accented by the g-string, I reached out and touched Danse for the first time. My hand - fingers - traced the curve of one swelling breast. I dragged my nails along the firm slope. My forefinger circled her nipple, around, around, touching the aureola, but never the nub that was thrusting itself toward my finger.

Watching Kit out of the corner of my eye I think, "Even for the house of Payne, this will be a memorable evening."
 
Thors upper body, was one to be envious of. If I had been a man, I would have been. He was sculpted. That is the only way to describe the absolute peferction in his muscle definition. Kit standing in all her glory, the corsette, and g-string, made her seem to be of another time, long past, or maybe not here yet. It was arousing to watch her with Thor.

When she went to find the toys, Thor began teasing my breast with one finger. Never really touching what I needed touched, always avoiding it by scan milimetes. Goosebumps raised on my flesh, and my nipple was straining toward him, begging to be touched. I stepped forward and did the same to him, circling, circling, never really touching the tiny nipple that was already erect due to the ministrations of Kit. I looked right at him, my lavender gaze connecting with his electric blue. Sparks flew. I wanted to kiss that chiseled mouth, taste him. but alas, I was to wait.
 
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