To end the week, another episode of The Garden of Earthly Delights. Grace comes full circle in this one; she’s back at Nick’s house, getting reacquainted with his oak coffee table. Or, rather, her naked bottom is. You might be pleased to know that Caelan makes an appearance in this instalment, too …

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THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS – PART THIRTEEN

 

‘Hello, Grace.’

Grace wasn’t able to prevent herself from looking up at the greeting – or contain the startled gasp that bubbled past her lips upon realising that she and Nick weren’t alone in his house. Before she could stop herself, she brought her right hand up to cover her mound and her left arm across her breasts.

Nick, whom she’d been trailing as they entered his study, turned to look at her. When he saw her attempting to hide her nakedness, his eyes narrowed and a crease appeared between his brows.

‘Hands down.’

Reluctantly, Grace pulled her limbs away from herself.

When her hands once again brushed her hips, Nick nodded, once, and moved towards the sideboard on the far wall, leaving her fully revealed just inside the doorway. ‘You remember Caelan.’

Grace forced herself to push her embarrassment at her nudity down and focus her attention on the man sitting on one of Nick’s leather sofas. Lord, the last time she’d seen him he’d been chasing her down Nick’s driveway. Her cheeks burned at the memory. ‘Yes, I … ’ She trailed off, her tongue twisting in knots at the awkwardness of the situation. Took a breath. Tried again. ‘Yes.’ She forced the corners of her mouth upwards and tried not to look away from the man blatantly studying her. ‘Hello again, Caelan.’

He smiled. ‘It’s good to see you.’

An unexpectedly hysterical giggle burst from her lips and she looked down at the floor. ‘Not running away from you bare-arsed with my skirt round your waist, you mean?’

Silence.

When Grace looked up again, the smile was gone from Caelan’s mouth and his expression was serious.

‘Yes, as a matter of fact. I know it’s taken some courage for you to come back here. I’m impressed.’ He took a sip from the cut-glass tumbler he’d been resting against his knee, keeping his eyes on her as he did so. As he swallowed, his eyes drifted slowly down her body. Stopped at her naked breasts. Continued on. Paused for no short time on her waxed pussy.

Grace couldn’t help herself. She started to fidget, disconcerted by the close scrutiny. She was shocked to realise that her nipples were beginning to harden and tiny goosebumps were appearing on her arms and breasts.

‘Hands down.’

Her head swung away from Caelan at Nick’s sharp order and she promptly clamped her palms to her sides; Grace hadn’t even been aware of moving them across herself. He was lounging against the sideboard, watching her. His arms were folded but she immediately noticed the strip of black material in one of his hands. The silky length dangling down across his elbow.

A blindfold. Her heart started to race.

‘Tell, me, Grace. What are you thinking?’

She looked back at Caelan, surprised and inexplicably flustered by his question. ‘W-what am I thinking?’

‘Yes, Grace. I want you to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.’

The simple request threw her. At a most basic level, she knew she was beginning to feel aroused – but to voice that awareness to these two men? Admitting it would leave her … vulnerable. Besides, couldn’t they already tell?

‘Grace.’ Nick. A touch of rough in his voice.

‘I … ’

Nick pulled away from the sideboard and she trailed off as he strode across the room towards her, circling around before coming to a stop at her back. She started to look over her shoulder at him.

‘Eyes on Caelan.’

Grace swallowed and returned her gaze to the man sitting in across the room from her.

‘Now, answer his question.’

‘I feel … unsettled.’ Yes, that was a good word. She did feel off kilter. And it left her with some degree of dignity.

She searched Caelan’s face, trying to get some sort of gauge on his response to her words. However, his expression gave nothing away. Although, perhaps he looked slightly displeased …

Grace both heard and sensed Nick moving closer to her, coming to a halt millimetres away. He wasn’t touching her but he might as well have been; she could feel his body heat radiating against her back and his warm breath skating across the back of her neck. When he spoke, close to her ear, his voice was low and slightly threatening.

‘Grace, if I recall, we very recently had a chat about respect. Honesty is respectful. Half-truths and lies are not. So, one more time.’ The briefest of pauses. ‘Please tell us what’s going on in that delightful brain of yours.’

Nick’s words and the measured delivery had an almost immediate impact. Of their own volition, her lips opened to release the answer to his question.

‘I’m nervous. And I’m … turned on.’

Oh, God. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. She was sure her entire body had gone beet red. But then there was a brief, gentle squeeze on her forearm. Reassurance. She looked down and saw Nick’s fingers leaving her naked bicep. And then he was walking away from her, sitting down on the sofa next to Caelan. He slung his arm over the back of it and crossed one leg casually over the other. Nick nodded at the wooden table directly in front of him – the same one she’d practically fallen off days earlier in the midst of her panic.

‘Sit, please.’

Unable to look at the two men, Grace padded across the carpet in her bare feet and made her way around its edge. She had to step over both sets of long legs that seemed to take up all the space between the table and the sofa.

When she reached the middle, she sat, legs pressed primly together, and rested her clasped hands in the V between her legs. When she’d arranged herself as modestly as she could given her lack of clothes, she looked up.

The corner of Caelan’s mouth was twitching and she got the sense that Nick was trying to stop himself from laughing.

‘Nice try, Grace. Legs open. Lean back. Palms flat on the table, wrists facing us.’

Jesus. He wasn’t going to leave her any room to hide herself. As she placed her palms slightly behind herself, Grace realised that the position pulled her shoulders back and pushed her breasts up and out. Spreading her legs was about ten times worse on the embarrassment scale, however. Granted, Nick’d been mere inches from her clitoris in the carpark, but it’d been pretty dark. And it had just been him there to see her.

But Caelan’s seen you without your knickers on before the rational voice in her head justified.

Yeah, but not spread out like a pink-fleshed peach.

It will be worth it, Grace. Let yourself go.

Before she lost her nerve, Grace closed her eyes and moved her left leg, and then her right out to the side.

She held her breath – and didn’t open her eyes.

The sound of an ice cube clinking gently against glass, and then:

‘Wider.’

She exhaled and inched her thighs further apart but found she had to move her bottom closer to the edge of the table and tilt her pelvis up to retain her balance. Even then, she started to sway a little. She pressed the balls of her bare feet in the carpet and lifted her heels.

Did she look like some sort of perverted ballerina?

Grace had no doubt both Caelan and Nick could see absolutely everything. Her clit. The soft rosy lips of her labia. The entrance to her cunt and wetness she could feel starting to seep from it.

‘Open your eyes.’ It wasn’t a request, but Grace couldn’t help but notice that the command was both warm and polite. She done something right, could hear it in the cadence of Nick’s voice. And when she finally screwed up the nerve to pry her lids apart, she found him looking at her with what was undoubtedly approval. Caelan, too.

‘Well, done, Grace. That wasn’t easy for you, was it?’

She shook her head. ‘No.’

Nick arched an eyebrow.

‘No, Sir,’ she amended.

The eyebrow went down.

‘We have a few things we need to clarify, I think.’

She wasn’t sure whether he expected an answer to his statement but nodded her affirmation anyway. He was right. She needed to understand where he was going to take this. Take them.

‘I’m going to consider the first list of limits we discussed – before the incident here on Monday night – still valid. Do you have any objections?’

‘No, Sir.’

‘We will revisit the list in one month’s time, at which point we’ll determine, together, whether they’re all still appropriate – sooner if something unforeseen arises.’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘The safewords and traffic light system we agreed upon will remain the same, too.’

‘Okay, Sir.’

‘Repeat the words and their meanings back for me, please.’

‘’Red’ to call an immediate stop to whatever we’re doing, ‘yellow’ to let you know that I’m having trouble with something, ‘green’ to let you know that everything’s okay.’ She almost forgot to add the obligatory ‘Sir’ but spat it out just in time.

‘Good.’ Nick inclined his head towards Caelan. ‘As I’ve told you before, Grace, I’m not experienced with green subs. And I don’t want to hurt or scare you any more than I already have done. So, for the first few weeks that we play together in my house, Caelan is going to observe us. He may or may not join in with what we do. To a large extent, whether he does will depend on you and if I think you need or want him to. Although, on occasion, I may require his help.’

He smirked slightly at her shocked look. ‘As I will tonight.’

He went on.

‘To clarify, Caelan will not have sex with you. I know that’s a hard limit for you. But he will touch you. Are you okay with that?’

There seemed to be no moisture left in her mouth. It felt like her tongue had been super-glued to her palate. Unable to speak, Grace simply nodded her ascent.

‘I need to hear you say it, Grace.’ Caelan this time.

She looked at him and somehow managed to croak out a ‘yes’.

‘Excellent. So, to more practical matters.’ Nick ran his eyes slowly down her nude body. ‘We’ve already covered punctuality.’ He stared lazily at her bare sex and resumed speaking without looking away. ‘Unless I tell you otherwise, when you arrive here you will take off your clothes – all your clothes – and wait for me on you knees in the foyer. I will give you a key so that you can let yourself into the house.’ When she looked at him questioningly, he nodded. ‘Go ahead and ask, Grace.’

‘What if you’re already here? Do you want me to ring the doorbell?’

‘No. Even if I’m home, I want you to let yourself in and get yourself ready in the way that I’ve asked.’

‘O-okay.’ She was confused. Why would he want her to do that?

‘Is that a problem, Grace? And you forgot to say ‘Sir’,’ he said mildly. ‘That’s your last warning, by the way. The next time you forget, there’ll be a punishment for doing so.’

‘I’m sorry, Sir,’ she said hurriedly. ‘I just don’t understand why you’d want me to give me a key. We don’t know each other very well. And if you’re already here, why not just answer the door?’

‘Because you making the conscious and physical decision to enter will clearly indicate to me that you want to be here. And giving you time on your own to get undressed will hopefully allow you to move into the right headspace before we get into things properly.’ What Grace could only describe as an evil little grin appeared on Nick’s face. ‘As for the waiting for me on your knees? I want you to have time to worry a little about what’s in store for you, babe.’

Her entire body shivered involuntarily as more goosebumps exploded across her skin and a surge of excitement caused her to involuntarily tighten her pelvic muscles.

‘Clearly you like the sound of that, Grace.’

What the hell was he talking …

Oh, fuck.  She wanted to die of shame. Nick and Caelan were both watching the space between her legs. And to her horror, she could feel the wetness that had been pushed downward by her contracting pussy leak softly from between her spread lips.

Caelan must have realised that she was about to break her posture and bring her thighs together to hide her body’s response.

‘Legs apart, Grace,’ he snapped.

It was the first direct order she’d ever received from the mostly quiet Dom and it hit like a one-two punch. She froze. And stayed exactly as she was. For once, she didn’t shut her eyes. But, oh, how she wanted to. Her breasts seemed to have taken on a life of their own, trembling gently on her torso as she sucked in shaking breaths.

One, two. She exhaled through her nose. Better.

She looked at Nick. He was watching her intently.

‘Any more questions, Grace?’

She shook her head.

‘Good.’ He stood up and she had to crane her neck back to look up at him. He ran the strip of silky fabric he still held over the palm of his free hand. ‘Now. I’m going to blindfold you and you’re going to lie back on the table. Then we’re going to see how many times I can make you come.’

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