Into Her Fire (Fantasy Heights)

Into Her Fire

Fantasy Heights, Book 6

by Meg Silver

Into Her Fire

Fantasy Heights, Book 6

by Meg Silver

Copyright 2012, Meg Silver

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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Fantasy Heights, Book 6

“Wow. I think I like restricted duty.”

Amanda nudged Eric Hernandez with her elbow. The pair of them stood just inside the front door of
The Isle of Wight
, Fantasy Heights’s most exclusive venue. Its oval-shaped dining area glowed with soft golden light shed by vast chandeliers and gilt wall sconces. Butter-yellow walls, white trim and crisp white table linen announced this space belonged to the innermost circles of the chosen few.

Right now, the room stood empty. Amanda and Eric were expected in one of the posh, private alcoves beyond the dining room.

Eric, six-foot-two of staid, observant muscle, glanced down at her. He was older. Probably forty-five, and quickly becoming one of Amanda’s favorite people. He’d been a constant presence these last two days since Gail Warnous had decided to play witch doctor. Eric’s boss, the brand new chief of security Jerod Hughes, had ordered him to make sure she spoke to no one about ‘The Thomas Disclosure,’ as she and Eric called it.

She found the resulting quarantine frustrating, but also a relief. Eric took the rules seriously. She liked that, and needed his safe, gloriously normal company to offset the week ahead. Bookings with Josh and Thomas loomed large and complicated, and of course her impending appointment with the mysterious Accord didn’t inspire confidence. She had no idea who or what the Accord might be, only that they had a say in her employment contract.

“We’ve got less than two minutes,” Eric said. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

Amanda reassured him. Yes, her scalp still hurt where she’d lost a chunk of hair to Gail Warnous, and yes, she was still leery of restraints and creepy, ‘no white hats’ whispering fantasy crashers, but this booking held nothing to fear. All she had to do was play prop in a demonstration for a familiar client and another performer she couldn’t wait to meet. Nicole, Derek’s regular girl, had finally returned from a short leave of absence, and none too soon. Amanda couldn’t handle another bout of Derek. Neither of them could keep the chemistry in check. Even the faintest memory of the way Derek had tongued and then fucked her that day in the interrogation room made her pussy clench with sensual greed.

“But what about… later?” Eric asked.

This time, Amanda smiled. ‘Later’ meant a booking with her mystery client. Eric wouldn’t be allowed on or near the set.

“Stop worrying. Everything will be fine.”

Amanda ignored another dubious grumble. Her mystery client’s great escape last time had not been forgotten, but neither had anything else he’d done, like telling her to run Fiona’s Internet search, then confess it to Thomas. Plus he’d warned her to stay away from Gail, and Marla by association. In hindsight, it seemed as if her mystery client knew what he was talking about, and yet she was moments away from seeing Lily Briggs, the third person on his caution list.

She nudged Eric a second time. “Come on. I appreciate the concern, but all this worrying won’t get you into the observation booth any sooner.”

Eric headed out a side door where a service corridor would lead him around to the booth. Amanda cut through the empty dining area, feeling like a scullery maid. She wore only a baby-blue silk robe and coral-colored boy panties. Her surroundings called for gowns and jewels.

Multiple archways lined the Isle’s back wall. She looked for the one marked with a seven and veered that direction. Beyond the arch, in a shadowed foyer, she came upon a single locked door. She took a keycard from her robe pocket and let herself into a room larger than she’d expected with dark red brocade wallpaper and flattering rose-colored light from shaded lamps.

Hollywood brothel special, she thought. Canopied bed, enormous gilded fainting couch. Once she got past the garish first impression, she noticed the cushioned bench lining the entire wall to her right. Two wide panes of mirrored observation glass flanked a door on the far wall. Wedged between the fainting couch and bench sat a heavy piecrust table hosting the stars of this particular show, a lineup of girl-on-girl toys. Lily, the client, would need to decide which sort of dildo she liked best for a fantasy taking place later in the week. They had booked The Zoo to host their private event. Amanda wasn’t looking forward to it as much as she normally might. Her part in the booking confined her to the shadowbox with Josh Taylor. Of all the ways she’d imagined seeing him again after finding out his wife had been murdered, and that Thomas was an FBI agent, being tied up in the shadowbox finished last.

Reminded that she was supposed to be naked and waiting, Amanda shed the robe and panties before taking her place at the end of the fainting couch. She’d barely made it into position before the opposite door opened.

In came Lily, who hid behind the name Emily while visiting the resort. The early-thirties, petite and tawny blue-chip client also hid behind a deceptively timid air. Amanda knew from her banking background that Lily was the socially influential wife of an even more influential attorney. Their marriage didn’t seem to be on the firmest footing. Lily came here with Tony Prosper, a bodyguard.

He wasn’t along for the demonstration. Instead, Lily entered with Nicole Desney, Derek’s regular girl from the custom fantasy team. Like Lily, Nicole was petite and sandy-haired, but with finer, more elfin features. Laugh lines around her eyes and bee-stung mouth made Amanda like her on sight. Nicole made a delicate, beautiful foil to Derek’s mischievous, masculine charms.

Lily greeted Amanda like an old friend. Amanda stood while Lily took her hands and kissed both her cheeks. Not the social air-kiss version, but a genuine exchange of affectionate warmth. Maybe it wasn’t proper to get attached to clients, but Lily had come a long way since that first shy exchange in the Palace. Amanda had too. Only natural, she supposed, to feel connected in some way.

Ever the maven, Lily made the introductions. “Nicole tells me the two of you have never worked together before. Nicole, this is Amanda Tate. Amanda, Nicole Desney.”

Amanda felt some of her positive impression crumble when Nicole smiled. There was a shallowness to it that set off alarm bells. Nicole’s head was not in this game. Distracted.

Still, her greeting seemed heartfelt. “It’s nice to meet you, finally. Derek and I really appreciate you helping out while I was away.”

“It was my pleasure. I enjoyed it.”

“I’m glad. Derek can be a handful and it made me feel less guilty, leaving him with such short notice. Anyway,” Nicole said, turning to their client, “you’ve got a full schedule tonight, so let’s get started. I thought it might be helpful to show you how some of the toys work. How they’re worn, and whether you think your husband might like to see you use them, or have them used on you.”

Husband? Surprised, Amanda glanced at Lily. Was Nicole mistaken, or had Lily brought her husband Brandon along this time instead of the bodyguard?

Hard to say. Lily’s only response was a small shrug and a nod.

Nicole asked Lily to sit beside her on the padded bench, and then motioned for Amanda to move closer. She picked up a strap-on harness.

“You wear it like a belt,” Nicole explained as she strung the harness around Amanda’s waist. The base of a modest seven-inch black dildo rested against her pubis. A second strap hung down toward her knees. Nicole picked it up, drew it back between her legs and fastened it to the waist strap. “Obviously, it’s a simulated penis, and pretty much all the sexual positions are possible with some cooperation. Next there’s a slight variation on the theme. Amanda, why don’t you take that one off, and lie down on the chaise for me.”

Amanda lay back and raised her knees up to rest her heels on the edge of the chaise. As usual, Lily made no attempt to disguise her curiosity. Her eyes fixed between Amanda’s legs. She only looked away when Nicole picked up a bottle of lube and squirted some onto her fingers.

Lily watched with interest as Nicole smeared lube over and around Amanda’s pussy. First she rubbed wide circles, then pushed two fingers inside, deep, before coming out for more lube.

Amanda caught Nicole glancing at the client to gauge the effect their show was having. Lily’s breathing had turned into shallow, erratic waves. Her fair skin was flushed, her pupils dilated.

Nicole squeezed more lube onto her fingers and once more reached between Amanda’s legs. This time, she said, “Knees to shoulders, please.”

When Amanda obeyed, Nicole painted a generous amount of lube over her anus before pressing into her ass. Nicole’s fingertip felt like a homing beacon for a million sharp, hot tingles, starting as far away as her knees and back and centering on that simple, intimate penetration.

Again Nicole’s attention focused on Lily’s reaction. Their client shifted her weight on the bench, hazy eyes unabashedly fixed on Nicole’s finger.

She removed it shortly, leaving Amanda time to settle. Nicole picked up the second strap-on. This one had a second six-inch dildo attached for the wearer. To ready it, Nicole ran the tip through the lube around Amanda’s pussy before sliding it in with tantalizing force.

Impossible not to let arousal creep in, Amanda thought. Being touched and played with, even while little more than a prop, didn’t distract her body one bit from the act of penetration. Nerve endings sizzled to vibrant life.

“Stand up,” Nicole ordered.

She offered a much-appreciated hand to help Amanda to her feet. Nicole again pulled the center strap back between her legs and fastened it onto the harness, same as the first. Amanda liked this strap-on better than the plain version. She’d used one like this on Neil in the throne room.

Wishing she hadn’t thought of that, Amanda booted the memory from her mind while Lily stared and imagined.

Whatever had been distracting Nicole at first seemed to return. Nicole gave Lily almost no time to consider the second strap-on version. After only a moment or two, Nicole unfastened the harness and pressed a hand against Amanda’s hip to make her lie down once more. “And then we’ve got the strapless versions.”

She eased the harness dildo from inside Amanda, leaving her to feel both deprived and depraved.

Next came the first of the strapless type. It looked like a long, curved dildo with a shorter, bulbous twin sticking out one side. Nicole smeared some lube onto the smaller end and then rubbed Amanda’s pussy with it. Amanda settled back and braced herself for penetration. Nicole didn’t do it as roughly this time. The thrust was firm and steady, but slower, until the wearer’s shaft was fully inserted and the longer shaft rested flush up against her. The shaft curved up over her pelvic bone, leaving a good seven inches of shaft for a partner to ride.

Nicole gave Lily even less chance to consider that version before gently pulling it out and presenting a variation. “This one is slightly different with an anal teaser sticking out the back. Most of the girls who use these frequently like the extra leverage, along with the stimulation. Others avoid the teaser, claiming it’s too much stimulation and they end up reaching orgasm way faster than their partner.”

To demonstrate, Nicole once again lubed up the wearer end of the toy and pressed it into Amanda, who couldn’t help a sharp inhalation when the device came flush. It exerted pressure from well beyond her anus all the way around to her pubis. Firm, steady pleasure. She could easily see how fucking someone else would over-stimulate the wearer.

And God how she wanted to indulge in some time trials. Nicole took hold of the partner shaft and simulated a thrust, driving the anal teaser hard up against Amanda’s anus. She could feel that tight ring of muscle rub against itself and the teaser, and it made her want to spread her legs wider and grind against the dildo.

Nicole must have sensed the heightening. A moment later, she pulled it all away again, giving Amanda a chance to corral her chemicals while introducing the next device.

“This one,” Nicole said, “is completely different. It gets strapped onto the bottom’s thigh. The top straddles the toy. Most people like to ride cowgirl style, facing away from the wearer, but of course a lot of lap dances are done face to face. Amanda, if you would, please. Cowgirl style.”

Amanda hoped no one could see the shaking in her thighs as she got up. Nicole had already fastened the simple strap around Lily’s right thigh, leaving a purple, seven-inch shaft sticking up for her to ride.