Black Light: Savor
Excerpt By Maggie Ryan
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“As I said, a fine meal does not start with the main course. It begins with a nice variety of appetizers; don’t you agree?”
“I-I suppose?”
“As they say, people eat with their eyes first, so presentation is a vital part of any offering. And what better way to proffer your guests their choice of delicious tidbits than to arrange them in a beautiful display… on a unique platter.” I saw her gaze flick from me to something to my right and as her eyes widened, I knew she finally understood exactly what wild card her Dom had chosen. Turning, I reached for the first of many items Avery had so graciously prepared for me.
Holding up a shrimp, I turned it a bit, watching her eyes track the slight movement. “Do you know how the cook chooses the precise moment to remove a shrimp from the pan?” Her head shook slightly.
“Ever been spanked before?” When her mouth pursed into a perfect little ‘o’ and her head shook again, I continued. “One knows it has reached the pinnacle of perfection when it’s the same exact shade of pink that a Dom achieves with a few strokes of a paddle against a sub’s bare ass.”
Her eyes were so expressive as they tracked my movement to place it on her abdomen. I continued, arranging each one until they formed a circle around her belly button, loving the fact that she quivered just a bit with the placement of each chilled shrimp. Once the contents of an entire tray had been transferred to their new platter, another server stepped up and I picked up the next item on her tray.
“Some people enjoy the bite, saying they savor the brine,” I said as I set it inside the circle. Adding another, I watched her tremble slightly, adjusting to both the weight and the soft abrasion of the shells against her skin. “Others like to simply allow the oyster to slide over their taste buds, straight down their throats.” I continued placing the shells until the area was completely covered. Picking up the last one, I stepped up and then placed the shell to her lips.
“However, I believe the only way to properly get the most pleasure is to experience both. Open,” I said and when her lips parted, I tipped the shell just enough to allow a bit of the liquid to flow into her mouth. “An oyster’s liquor is filtered seawater and offers a robust flavor. It’s where the oyster is concealed until that moment it’s carefully shucked, exposed to be sucked, to be savored. Taking a small sip of the liquor and letting it coat your tongue not only enhances the experience, but actually compliments the flavor of the meat as you take it into your mouth.”
I tilted the shell further and watched as the plump oyster slid onto her tongue. Her lips closed and her eyes darkened as she rolled the meat around her mouth before giving it a gentle bite. When I saw the column of her throat move as she swallowed and gave a soft moan, my cock threatened to burst. And when her tongue came out to lick her lips and she smiled, I knew that without uttering a single word, she’d managed to turn the tables. What I’d meant to be titillating for her, had turned into a cock-tease for me. Clearing my throat, I pulled myself together as I placed the empty shell on the tray and motioned for another server to approach.
“Now here is an item that your guests will appreciate for both its beauty and its taste,” I said, using a pair of chopsticks provided to pick up the first California sushi roll. “These are known as uramaki, which means ‘inside-out’. The rice is on the outside and the nori on the inside, wrapped around the avocado, cucumber and crab.”
As I talked, I laid pieces of the roll in a line between the valley of her breasts and then in an arch above each beautiful mound. With the last one laid, I picked up a bowl and added a dollop of caviar to the top of each bite.
Looking up, an orange-red orb held gently in the chopsticks, I said, “Nothing is as satisfying as a firm, round orb between your teeth, rolling it a bit in anticipation of the burst of flavor when you finally bite down.” Her smirk told me she still thought she’d won. I fed her the single bead of caviar and then bent forward, opening my lips and then closing them… not around a piece of sushi, but around a pebbled nipple, teasing the plump flesh, flicking it with my tongue until she began to squirm just the slightest. Taking the nipple between my teeth, I gave my head a little shake, communicating both my disapproval of her moving and the fact that two could play this little game. My teeth closed to give the bud the slightest bite… hard enough to draw a moan from her, but not one that threatened to disturb the display I was building. Straightening, I grinned.
“As one is taught in culinary school, it is vital that a chef taste his creation as he works.” Using my fingertip, I circled the nipple I’d bitten, watching it draw even tighter. “Tonight, I find that it is my favorite lesson as it allows me to nibble before my guests. And, as a dedicated student, I do want to be thorough.” I sampled her other nipple, finding it as delicious as the first. By the time I pulled back, she was breathing a bit hard, her back arching as if wanting to offer me another bite.
“Another lesson we were taught is that a good host embraces the fact that we live in a time where so many people are vegans.” Motioning to the next sever, I began to lay thin slices of fresh ginger on her naked body. The spicy aroma complemented her own unique scent of arousal as I began to lay a line of fat, plump blueberries along the seam of her legs, their rich purplish-blue color vivid against her pale skin. Slices of fresh fruit followed: the bright green of kiwis, the russet orange of papaya, with mangoes and pineapple adding different hues of yellow as I placed them all over her body and along her arms.
She’d long since stopped taking glances out over the crowd, her body gradually relaxing as I continued. A beautiful smile appeared as I held up a purple pansy, moving to tuck it behind her ear.
“Flowers aren’t simply meant to be stuck in a vase,” I said as I began to fill in any blank areas with a variety of blooms. “Some blossoms such as a rose have a subtle flavor that is fruity. Others, like the pansy are minty. Violets and sage are sweet. But one of my favorites is the hibiscus which has a cranberry-like flavor and when you drop a bud into a glass of champagne, they bloom before your very eyes.” As I spoke, I tucked more flowers into her hair. By the time I was done, she was covered… except for her nipples.
She gave a soft moan as I grinned and picked up something no chef would ever admit to using, her eyes growing wide, her fingers twitching to close against the red rose petals I’d placed in her palms while I shook the can. I knew that it was considered a culinary aberration, but I wasn’t going for purity… I was going for effect.
And when I turned the can upside down and held the tip a fraction of an inch above her nipple and pressed the nozzle, I was rewarded by a deep moan as the thick whipped cream covered the hard little bud, forming a nice white mound. I lifted the can and plucked one fat, dark red cherry out of the bowl on the last tray. Placing it in its bed of cream, I repeated the steps a second time before finally stepping back.
Lifting the last berry, I held it up and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day to the most beautiful centerpiece ever created.” Bending down, I gently kissed her, enjoying the slight quiver of her lips against mine.
Pulling back, I said, “Open.” After her lips parted, I placed the heartshaped strawberry between her lips. “Now, no biting. A good hostess knows that to eat before her guests have had their fill is the epitome of rudeness.”
It took but a couple of seconds, but I knew the very moment she remembered that we weren’t alone. A sound that had my cock jerking, once again protesting its confinement, came from her, as I bent down again. “You look incredible. Relax and allow yourself to revel in the experience.” Kissing the tip of her nose, I stepped away, turned to face the crowd, and waved a hand over her body. “Bon appétit.”
“I-I suppose?”
“As they say, people eat with their eyes first, so presentation is a vital part of any offering. And what better way to proffer your guests their choice of delicious tidbits than to arrange them in a beautiful display… on a unique platter.” I saw her gaze flick from me to something to my right and as her eyes widened, I knew she finally understood exactly what wild card her Dom had chosen. Turning, I reached for the first of many items Avery had so graciously prepared for me.
Holding up a shrimp, I turned it a bit, watching her eyes track the slight movement. “Do you know how the cook chooses the precise moment to remove a shrimp from the pan?” Her head shook slightly.
“Ever been spanked before?” When her mouth pursed into a perfect little ‘o’ and her head shook again, I continued. “One knows it has reached the pinnacle of perfection when it’s the same exact shade of pink that a Dom achieves with a few strokes of a paddle against a sub’s bare ass.”
Her eyes were so expressive as they tracked my movement to place it on her abdomen. I continued, arranging each one until they formed a circle around her belly button, loving the fact that she quivered just a bit with the placement of each chilled shrimp. Once the contents of an entire tray had been transferred to their new platter, another server stepped up and I picked up the next item on her tray.
“Some people enjoy the bite, saying they savor the brine,” I said as I set it inside the circle. Adding another, I watched her tremble slightly, adjusting to both the weight and the soft abrasion of the shells against her skin. “Others like to simply allow the oyster to slide over their taste buds, straight down their throats.” I continued placing the shells until the area was completely covered. Picking up the last one, I stepped up and then placed the shell to her lips.
“However, I believe the only way to properly get the most pleasure is to experience both. Open,” I said and when her lips parted, I tipped the shell just enough to allow a bit of the liquid to flow into her mouth. “An oyster’s liquor is filtered seawater and offers a robust flavor. It’s where the oyster is concealed until that moment it’s carefully shucked, exposed to be sucked, to be savored. Taking a small sip of the liquor and letting it coat your tongue not only enhances the experience, but actually compliments the flavor of the meat as you take it into your mouth.”
I tilted the shell further and watched as the plump oyster slid onto her tongue. Her lips closed and her eyes darkened as she rolled the meat around her mouth before giving it a gentle bite. When I saw the column of her throat move as she swallowed and gave a soft moan, my cock threatened to burst. And when her tongue came out to lick her lips and she smiled, I knew that without uttering a single word, she’d managed to turn the tables. What I’d meant to be titillating for her, had turned into a cock-tease for me. Clearing my throat, I pulled myself together as I placed the empty shell on the tray and motioned for another server to approach.
“Now here is an item that your guests will appreciate for both its beauty and its taste,” I said, using a pair of chopsticks provided to pick up the first California sushi roll. “These are known as uramaki, which means ‘inside-out’. The rice is on the outside and the nori on the inside, wrapped around the avocado, cucumber and crab.”
As I talked, I laid pieces of the roll in a line between the valley of her breasts and then in an arch above each beautiful mound. With the last one laid, I picked up a bowl and added a dollop of caviar to the top of each bite.
Looking up, an orange-red orb held gently in the chopsticks, I said, “Nothing is as satisfying as a firm, round orb between your teeth, rolling it a bit in anticipation of the burst of flavor when you finally bite down.” Her smirk told me she still thought she’d won. I fed her the single bead of caviar and then bent forward, opening my lips and then closing them… not around a piece of sushi, but around a pebbled nipple, teasing the plump flesh, flicking it with my tongue until she began to squirm just the slightest. Taking the nipple between my teeth, I gave my head a little shake, communicating both my disapproval of her moving and the fact that two could play this little game. My teeth closed to give the bud the slightest bite… hard enough to draw a moan from her, but not one that threatened to disturb the display I was building. Straightening, I grinned.
“As one is taught in culinary school, it is vital that a chef taste his creation as he works.” Using my fingertip, I circled the nipple I’d bitten, watching it draw even tighter. “Tonight, I find that it is my favorite lesson as it allows me to nibble before my guests. And, as a dedicated student, I do want to be thorough.” I sampled her other nipple, finding it as delicious as the first. By the time I pulled back, she was breathing a bit hard, her back arching as if wanting to offer me another bite.
“Another lesson we were taught is that a good host embraces the fact that we live in a time where so many people are vegans.” Motioning to the next sever, I began to lay thin slices of fresh ginger on her naked body. The spicy aroma complemented her own unique scent of arousal as I began to lay a line of fat, plump blueberries along the seam of her legs, their rich purplish-blue color vivid against her pale skin. Slices of fresh fruit followed: the bright green of kiwis, the russet orange of papaya, with mangoes and pineapple adding different hues of yellow as I placed them all over her body and along her arms.
She’d long since stopped taking glances out over the crowd, her body gradually relaxing as I continued. A beautiful smile appeared as I held up a purple pansy, moving to tuck it behind her ear.
“Flowers aren’t simply meant to be stuck in a vase,” I said as I began to fill in any blank areas with a variety of blooms. “Some blossoms such as a rose have a subtle flavor that is fruity. Others, like the pansy are minty. Violets and sage are sweet. But one of my favorites is the hibiscus which has a cranberry-like flavor and when you drop a bud into a glass of champagne, they bloom before your very eyes.” As I spoke, I tucked more flowers into her hair. By the time I was done, she was covered… except for her nipples.
She gave a soft moan as I grinned and picked up something no chef would ever admit to using, her eyes growing wide, her fingers twitching to close against the red rose petals I’d placed in her palms while I shook the can. I knew that it was considered a culinary aberration, but I wasn’t going for purity… I was going for effect.
And when I turned the can upside down and held the tip a fraction of an inch above her nipple and pressed the nozzle, I was rewarded by a deep moan as the thick whipped cream covered the hard little bud, forming a nice white mound. I lifted the can and plucked one fat, dark red cherry out of the bowl on the last tray. Placing it in its bed of cream, I repeated the steps a second time before finally stepping back.
Lifting the last berry, I held it up and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day to the most beautiful centerpiece ever created.” Bending down, I gently kissed her, enjoying the slight quiver of her lips against mine.
Pulling back, I said, “Open.” After her lips parted, I placed the heartshaped strawberry between her lips. “Now, no biting. A good hostess knows that to eat before her guests have had their fill is the epitome of rudeness.”
It took but a couple of seconds, but I knew the very moment she remembered that we weren’t alone. A sound that had my cock jerking, once again protesting its confinement, came from her, as I bent down again. “You look incredible. Relax and allow yourself to revel in the experience.” Kissing the tip of her nose, I stepped away, turned to face the crowd, and waved a hand over her body. “Bon appétit.”