A Chamber of Delights (12 page)

She slipped into the bedroom, went to the door and locked it from the inside. Why should she not be one of the women who might come to play with Anthony? She brought a bowl of hot water, a flannel and some soap.

‘Who’s there?’ His voice was anxious.

She wrapped his cock in the hot flannel and made him start. He tried to break his bonds.

‘Shhh,’ she whispered in his ear. ‘It’s only me.’

‘Who’s me?’

She laughed. ‘A woman with a deep-seated need for a long cock like yours.’

‘Then you can go to hell.’

She lathered it liberally, washed off the suds and dabbed it dry. As she kissed under the glans of his penis, it rose from his belly and curved. ‘This seems to want me,’ she whispered as she licked his sac, smooth from being shaved.

He thrashed his head. ‘Oh no. I don’t think I can stand this.’

‘Would you like me to make you come with my tongue? Or shall I rub my quim on this?’ She stroked him from his glans down to his scrotum.

‘I’d rather fuck you properly. Just untie me and I’ll show you what this can do.’ He pumped his phallus up and made the veins stand out.

‘Thanks a lot, but what do you mean by “properly”?’

‘With your legs pushed back and my cock inside your hole, you tart. You know that’s what you want.’

She laughed and pulled his foreskin down and licked the groove of his glans, delighting in the way it swelled and the whole erection twitched. ‘Perhaps I’m a lesbian,’ she whispered. ‘Perhaps all I want is for you to lick my pussy.’

He groaned. ‘Not another dyke. I don’t think I can stand this. Why don’t you just lie back and let me do you? I’m sure you’d get to like it once you tried it.’

‘We can’t have everything we want in life, you know.’ She put her mouth over his glans and sucked it gently.

‘It’s not much to ask, is it?’ There was a note of humour in his voice now. ‘At one time that was all a woman wanted.’

She licked his scrotum and up along the shaft until she reached the web. ‘But we women are more independent now, you know. We don’t just want to lie there with our legs apart being screwed by some mindless brute.’ She took the whole shaft deep into her mouth.

‘OK. So I’ll fuck you gently.’

‘As I said, it’s very kind of you to offer.’ She laughed. ‘But I think I’d rather have this my own way.’ She plunged her mouth down on him until his glans touched the back of her throat.

‘I could do you from behind.’

‘Like an animal, you mean?’

‘A lot of women like it that way. They like the feel of it ramming against their bottoms.’

‘And a lot of women would rather ride it and take it at their own pace instead of being pounded into the bed springs.’ She sat astride him and pulled his penis up. The head glistened with her saliva. It was beautifully swollen. The veins pumped strongly and she thought she felt it pulse. Quickly, she rose to her knees and placed the head against her vulva. She worked it through her crevice until it was fully lubricated with her nectar. ‘Yes,’ she whispered to herself, ‘that’s so, so nice.’

‘Tart,’ he hissed.

She slapped his belly. ‘Prick. Lie still.’ She lowered herself on to it just as slowly as the other women had. She felt the large head opening her out. She felt it ripple deep into the sleeve of her vagina. Now it was at her extremity. Her vulval lips were spread about its base. She moved to get better contact for her nubbin. Now she worked the muscles of her loins. She squeezed him tightly. That was so nice – it was so hard and so strong. She could feel the veins pumping inside herself. She could feel the head of it in her belly as she pushed down with her fingers.

She rose and sank back on it to make the head push hard against the roof of her vagina. It found the spot which sent ripples of delight right up through her belly.

She began to ride him faster as he began to heave his hips. He bucked high under her, trying to come inside her. She was glad she’d kept in her contraceptive coil in case he did.

But she could not come. Perhaps the small orgasm earlier had taken the edge off her need. She still had that ache but without the explosive tension which went with it.

She sank down on to his torso, her legs spread along his thighs, her breasts against his chest.

‘Let me go and I’ll do you nicely,’ he whispered as she rested, pleasure from his penetration coursing through her body.

‘How “nicely”?’ she whispered back.

‘Whatever way you want it. What makes you come the best?’

‘It depends on my mood.’ She listened to his heartbeat speed.

‘What mood are you in now?’

‘I don’t really know. I like the feel of your cock, and I want to come – but there’s something missing.’

‘We could experiment. I’ll shaft you very slowly if you like.’

She sighed at the thought as she imagined it. ‘I don’t think I want it slowly.’

‘Would you like me to fuck you brutally and fast?’

‘I’m not sure I want it “brutally” tonight. And anyway, I must go in a minute. I can’t lie here with your prick in me. I’ve got guests to see to.’

He laughed aloud. ‘You’re Gael, aren’t you?’

She cursed herself. But it didn’t really matter.

He pushed in hard. ‘As my hostess, aren’t you supposed to be pleasing me?’

‘I’m not here for guests to screw.’

‘What are you here for then?’

‘I’m here to see that people have a good time, whatever that might mean.’

‘But I’ve been having a lousy time. It’s not my idea of fun being tied to a bed while a whole procession of lustful women have their wicked way with me.’

‘I’m sorry. But it wasn’t me who tied you up.’

‘If you’re sorry, make amends. Let me fuck you.’

‘Perhaps another time. I really must go now.’ She rose to squat astride him again, savouring the sensation of having a penis buried in her. It seemed so long since she’d had a large, thick one like this. Of course she could have had Flanders’, but she was reserving that. She still intended to have it when and where she wanted it and in the way she wanted it.

He ground his pubis against her nub. ‘Are you going to untie me before you leave?’

She crossed her arms over his chest and looked down at him, her finger running circles around his nipple. He really was a handsome brute. And with his shaft still pulsing and making little pushing motions inside her, she was very reluctant to go. But she doubted she would come now, even if she rode him hard.

‘I’ll let you go if you promise to behave.’

‘What do you mean by “behave”?’

‘Lie still until I’ve gone. Then you can dress and come down.’

‘All right.’

‘Promise? On your honour?’

‘On my honour.’

She pushed herself up and splayed her legs widely, feeling his length again before she pulled herself off it. As she removed the blindfold he grinned.

‘I fancied you from the moment I saw you.’

‘Well, you can
unfancy
me. You promised on your honour to behave.’

‘Don’t you trust me?’

‘I never trust a man when his cock’s up like a pole.’ Slowly she undid the ropes at his ankles. He brought his legs up and spread his knees. She thought that he was only doing it to show her his balls as his cock lay along his belly, the head of it at his navel. It was a real brute of a thing and she began to think that she was mad to leave it just lying there. So – she tried to ignore him. But seeing a man display his genitals always turned her on.

Now she eased herself along his belly, loving its warmth between her legs.

He lay still as she released one wrist. Then she made a mistake. Instead of getting off him and going round to the other side of the bed, she leant over him. He reached up and took a nipple in his lips.

She pulled back and glared. ‘I told you to behave.’

He smirked. ‘I am behaving – like a man wanting a woman. Anyway, if you will hang your tit in my face, you should expect it to get sucked.’

She slapped his arm playfully, energy coursing through her. This was getting dangerous. Was that what she really wanted? Was that what she was doing it for?

The final knot was tight and it took some time to free it. All the time, Gael was conscious of her breasts swinging just above his lips and the moistness of her vulva rubbing on his chest.

She sighed with relief as the rope went loose at last. Then things happened so fast, they were a blur.

He grabbed her and pulled her down beside himself. She twisted to get free. But now he flipped her on her front, his whole weight on her back to hold her down. He pinned her arms to her sides and bit her neck.

She tried to wriggle, but he was too heavy for her. ‘Let go of me, you pig,’ she gasped. ‘You gave your word of honour.’

‘But I’m not a very honourable man. And anyway, you said you never trusted a man whose cock was like a pole. You were right, my sweet. Now you’re going to feel it where you like it most of all.’

As he held Gael down, his whole weight on her back, she wriggled harder but he was too strong for her to escape.

He bit her shoulder. She yelped but could not move.

Then he pushed her legs apart with his ankles. She felt the heat and the hardness of his phallus in the crevice of her bottom. She felt it nose between the twin swells of her sex, then gasped as he drove it in hard. In one thrust he had it in her. She was so slippery from the accumulated stimulation of the evening that its whole length went to her limits.

He withdrew and thrust again, this time with more vigour, letting out a howl of pleasure as she clamped down on him hard in an effort to stop him penetrating her. She loved the way they pushed when she did that.

She wriggled to make him think that she wanted to escape, but really to feel him better.

He stretched her legs out wider and pushed again, feeling her compliance as she relaxed her muscles and let him slide right in.

‘Bastard,’ she croaked into the pillow.

‘Slut,’ he whispered as he drove in again, the hardness of his pubic bone jarring on her anus.

‘My God,’ she whispered to herself, ‘that’s nice.’

‘It’s very nice,’ he whispered back. ‘You’ve got a gorgeous cunt. Squeeze me with it again.’

‘Shut up talking about it, will you. Just do it, for God’s sake. Fuck it hard. I need to come, blast you.’

Now he held her strongly, bringing her wrists up to the centre of her back so that her breasts were thrust hard into the bed. He bore down on her, pivoting on his arms, flexing his hips so he could drive into her repeatedly with power. Each jab took her breath away. Each withdrawal left her wanting more.

‘Feel that,’ he gasped with every thrust.

‘Yes,’ she rasped, ‘I can. But fuck me harder, you brute. I need to come.
Jeees,
I need to come.’

He took her at her word. He became almost bestial, seeming to lose all restraint. But it was what she wanted. It was what she had needed ever since she’d watched the gardener with her housemaid at the lake.

The sensation between Gael’s legs was exquisite. It was a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. But still she could not climax.

When he withdrew from her, her labia seemed cold without his heat. Then she felt the strong shaft nosing at her anus. She pushed her bottom up to it. The whole of her body trembled as the head popped through her ring. The muscle of her anus shrieked with the pleasure-pain that brought.

He took her steadily and strong, she grunting out her tension as he pushed her into the mattress.

She came in a flood of nectar and muscular contractions. The whole of her body racked on him, the muscle of her anal ring closing on him tightly.

‘My God, that’s so, so beautiful,’ she gasped.

‘You wanted that all the time, didn’t you, you vixen?’ He entered her again, working his shaft in circles as her muscles clamped and opened, making her judder with escaping tension. The whole of her body went stiff then she relaxed.

When he pulled out of her, he drove himself up between the cheeks of her bottom. The loose skin of his
scrotum rubbed her anus nicely, keeping her sensations going. As he parted the cheeks with his thumbs to stretch her anal ring, she pushed up, pressing it against him, wanting him inside it once again.

He turned her, eased her legs back to spread her wide and looked down with pleasure at the engorged purse of her sex. As he aimed his penis at it, working the foreskin, she peered down through the valley of her breasts.

Then he spurted against the hot lips of her sex and she felt the semen trickle down her furrow. The second spurt reached her ring. As he changed his aim, the third one shot over her belly and landed between her breasts. She licked it off her skin, the salty tang sending more ripples of excitement through her throbbing nub. A man’s come always had that effect on her.

He straddled her belly, his penis lying between her breasts. She pushed them together, squeezing the last drops of his come from the eye.

‘Bastard,’ she grinned.

He put his head back and laughed. ‘Aren’t all men bastards?’

She pulled his penis hard. ‘Not as big a bastard as you. I haven’t been fucked so beautifully for months.’

THE BABBLE OF
small-talk ceased instantly as a figure, dressed in a hooded robe, passed through the party throng. The face was hidden by a cowl, the hands clasped inside the sleeves. Silently, the figure went through the open French windows and across the sunken garden. The watchers could see its progress through the gateway in the garden wall. They focused on the tall, black form until it melted into the shadow of the doorway of the little chapel on the far edge of the lawns. Then a riot of chattering voices broke the silence.

All pretended not to notice as, a short while later, a tall, athletically built man followed in the footsteps of the black-clad figure. But all attention was glued to his back until he too disappeared through the doorway of the chapel. Again the house was filled with babble and a riot of speculation.

With her heart pounding, Gael sat in the darkness of the confessional box, wondering if anyone would be curious enough to come. They had been told of her reputation for holding exciting parties, and she guessed they would assume that this one would have a unique twist to it.