A Chamber of Delights (26 page)

She lay there breathing steadily whispering over and over, ‘Don’t panic. He won’t hurt you. He’s only playing with you. You knew he’d try to get his own back on you for what you did with him.’

But how had he found her? How did he know about the Maiden? Then she recalled that she had left him in the chamber to undo his shackles. He must have had a look around before he’d left.

As Gael lay wondering what he planned to do with her, she heard voices. Straining to identify them she stiffened as she heard Sophie’s treble tones.

‘Why do we have to come down here, lover?’ she whined. ‘Can’t we go and find a bed?’

Flanders laughed. ‘I thought it might be a bit more exciting to play with you down here. You’ve never wanted me to do you in a bed before. Now, be a good girl and take your knickers off.’

‘Shan’t.’

Gael could picture Sophie pouting. She was being awkward with Flanders too. But why had he brought her to the chamber? Surely he didn’t think that he was going to have both of them? Perhaps Sophie didn’t even know she was in the glass-topped box. Were they going to screw while Gael was made to listen? No – that wasn’t Flanders’ style. He was more ingenious than that. More devious.

‘Take them off, I said.’

‘And I said no. Why don’t you love me nicely like other men do?’

‘You haven’t had other men who loved you nicely. You told me so.’

‘So – I can hope, can’t I?’

There was a tearing sound, then Sophie’s high-pitched voice. ‘You brute. That was my best blouse.’

‘Then you should have taken it off yourself, shouldn’t you. Drop your jeans.’

‘If I must.’

‘Yes, you must. I want you stripped.’

‘You’re not stripped. I want you naked too.’

There was a pause. ‘There. Is that naked enough for you? Now hold my cock.’

There was a longer pause.

‘Now suck it.’

Gael lay trembling through the next long pause, imagining Sophie as she knelt to suck on Flanders.

‘Take your knickers off,’ he growled.

A bright light shone down on the glass. Gael blinked. Then as her eyes became accustomed to the glare, she found she could see through the glass, up to the ceiling. Two figures loomed above her. Flanders sucked on Sophie’s breasts as she palmed his curving cock.

‘Now are you going to take your knickers off,’ he whispered, ‘or am I going to rip them off?’

‘Why?’ She was giggling now.

‘Because I want to see your quim, you little tramp. I want to see how wet you are.’

‘Take them off yourself,’ Sophie giggled. ‘And if you want to see it, you’ll have to force my legs open first.’

Gael knew it was an invitation rather than a protest.

There was a gasp from Sophie when she landed on her back on the cold glass lid. As Gael stared up she could see between the girl’s legs. A pair of lacy panties were drawn into her crotch. Then Gael saw Flanders’ hands. They pushed the girl’s legs back and ripped her knickers down. Now Gael was looking straight up at the housemaid’s vulva as he spread her legs and pushed them back.

Gael’s heart thumped. The lips of Sophie’s purse were only inches from her face. The coppery hairs around the lips shone brightly in the light. The moistness on them showed that she was aroused. She was probably more
aroused than if he’d taken her to some bed and had her ‘nicely’.

Gael saw Flanders, poised above, but he didn’t look at her. It was as if she weren’t there. Then Gael recalled how she hadn’t been able to see into the box from the outside. Sophie wouldn’t see her either.

Now Gael began to see what the rogue had planned.

Sophie wriggled and tried to close her legs. He forced them wide apart.

Gael could see his penis as he stood with his shins against the box. It loomed above her, looking huge against the light. She could see through the mat of his pubic hair, up over his belly to his mouth, grinning widely as he knelt on the glass. He placed the tip against the housemaid’s cleft and seemed to hold it there for rather longer than necessary. Gael knew that he was goading her.

‘Don’t muck about,’ Sophie whined. ‘Do me properly if you’re going to do me at all.’

Flanders withdrew. ‘Perhaps I won’t fuck you after all.’

Sophie sat up, her labia squashing on the glass. ‘Pig. Why did you bring me down here if you’re not going to do me?’

‘Because I like to play with you, my sweet.’

‘Well, you can go and play with your dick.’ She tried to rise but he pushed her down. He pressed her legs so wide that the membranes of her loins hollowed. These pulled the lips of her sex apart and showed Gael a clear view of her clitoris, standing proud at the top of the long, lush slit.

When Flanders put his lips to it and sucked, Gael trembled. She recalled sucking on that nub herself.

Sophie wriggled. She pushed down on Flanders’ mouth.

He thrust his tongue out and drew it through her cleft.

Gael’s hand went down between her legs, her own purse wet and swollen with the stimulation of the game. Flanders was a cunning swine but she admired his ingenuity.

Sophie began to writhe on his tongue, but he withdrew it from her as soon as he realised she liked it.

‘No,’ she cried. ‘Don’t stop now. I want it in my pussy.’

‘Then you’re a lewd and wicked girl and I’m going to spank you. Turn round and kneel.’

Sophie knelt on the glass. She spread her legs and pushed her bottom out, the purse of her sex pouting between its cheeks. What man could resist driving his cock into that? Gael wondered.

But Flanders resisted it. He spanked her instead. She yelped and pushed her bottom out for more. As he spanked again and again, the cheeks of her bottom grew quite pink. The lips of her vulva swelled out more. And as the tips of his fingers caught it lightly, it began to open and close as the muscles of her vaginal walls went into little spasms.

Gael frigged her nubbin in little circles, trying to bring herself off, desperate to release her tension. She knew that if she didn’t, she would be left strung out again. Then Flanders would gloat. He would walk away and leave her unfulfilled, just as he had done each time they’d clashed before.

‘Fuck me, Todd,’ Sophie whispered. ‘Fuck me properly or I’ll scream.’

‘The mistress might hear you.’

She sneered. ‘Don’t be stupid. She wouldn’t hear me down here.’

‘She might be closer than you think.’ He slapped her bottom hard and made her yelp.

‘Do me, Todd.’ She put her hand through her legs and pried the lips of her sex apart.

Gael breathed hard, trying to control herself. Her
fingers frigged her nubbin. And as Flanders knelt and spread the housemaid’s vulval lips, she trembled, knowing what he would do next.

As his cock came up to Sophie’s bottom, he thrust it out to show Gael just how hard it was. He made it nose between the lips, held open by his thumbs. Then he eased it into the gaping hole and buried it inside.

Gael could not climax. Hard as she tried, her tension would not break. She needed what the girl was getting. She needed it now. There was nothing like a strong, hard cock to make her tension break. As she looked up through the glass, her view was of Todd Flanders’ balls, swinging as he pushed to the limit of Sophie’s ample depth.

He began to charge into her slowly.

Gael rubbed her nubbin faster.

The tip of his cock came right out of Sophie’s vulva, rubbed on her clitoris and drove back in.

Gael rubbed the whole of her vulva with the flat of her hand. She wanted to feel every millimetre of its pulsing flesh. She was so wet that her hand slipped easily. She rubbed it hard, hoping that the heat and the friction would bring her off at last.

Flanders was fucking the girl fast and hard now. His balls were swinging wildly, his inner thighs tense. He held her fully open, looking down to watch his cock being engulfed by the sucking mouth between the stretched-out thighs.

Gael watched it too, fascinated at the sight, desperate to feel it herself. Would he do her that way when he’d finished with the girl? Perhaps he wouldn’t climax. Then he might need another succulent place to drive his cock and . . .

Once again, she stopped herself fantasising. This was no time to be having those kind of dreams. He was a bastard, and if he thought she would beg him to take her after he’d finished Sophie, he was wrong.

As Flanders thrust in the ravening hole, the redhead
pushed back. Her large breasts swung heavily to every ardent jab. Now he slapped her bottom each time he thrust. Then he tensed as he gripped the housemaid’s hips, pulling her vulva hard on to his shaft.

Gael tensed as well. She watched his belly tighten, expecting him to spurt. But he pulled right out and ran his penis over Sophie’s anus, rubbing his balls on the puckered ring, pushing his cock so hard that the glans swelled hugely and the veins sprang out. Then he gushed, spurting high into the air.

Sophie cried out, ‘No. You bastard. I haven’t come.’

He smacked her on the bottom and worked his penis with his hands, squeezing it just as Gael would have if she’d been above the glass.

Gael closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Normally she would have had her mouth over his cock by now, sucking the last drops.

Sophie turned. She knelt up and glared. Then her hand struck him hard across the cheek. ‘You prick. I’m never going to let you fuck me again. Never.’

He put his head back and laughed, his hands on his hips, his penis wagging as his belly shook. ‘You say that every time, my pet, but you still come back for more.’

She struck him again, her breasts bouncing with the effort.

He held his cheek this time, clearly stung by the force of the slap but Gael thought that his ego would be more hurt, particularly since she was watching.

Sophie left, banging the door noisily.

Now Gael was alone in her glass prison. She was a captive to the man and he could probably do anything that took his fancy. No one would hear if she shouted out. No one would come running to her aid.

When he didn’t open the box, Gael was surprised. As he sat on the lid just above her face with his legs apart, she was annoyed. It was as if he was pretending that she wasn’t there.

When he began to masturbate, he knew that she was watching every stroke. His balls touched the glass as he pulled at his cock. The man was a stallion, already hard again. His cock was curving as strongly as it had only a few minutes before. But why was he doing it? Was he one of those men who liked to flash at women; to show them how big his balls were and how horny he could get? But she knew how big and horny he was. She’d seen that cock many times now, flushed with the pressure in it, urging as he pushed it out to touch her.

The thought was cut short as he stood and opened the glass lid. Hinging it back, he looked down on her with a wide smile. She looked at his balls then over the shaft, his belly and his chest, to see the light of lust in his blue eyes. There was no point in resisting him now. So she pulled her legs back to bare her vulva, spreading it wide with her fingers. She was through with being coy. They both knew what she wanted.

He looked with approval between her legs and smiled again. Then he lowered himself on top of her. Without a word he drove his cock inside her, smoothly.

She felt the hilt press against her nubbin and moaned with the pleasure that it gave her.

‘And now, miss,’ he whispered, kissing her lightly on the lips, ‘I think I’ll go to bed.’

GAEL WAS FURIOUS
with herself for being seduced by Flanders. While her mind had told her not to be influenced by his erotic display on the glass-topped box, her body had not obeyed. She had pulled back her legs the instant he had opened the lid, his cockshaft straining with its pressure.

Now she stormed about her room, kicking discarded knickers to the side. How dare he do that to her? Then she recalled how she had contributed to the act by her acceptance of his challenge. But now that he had had her in that box, would he lose all interest in having her again?

She flung herself upon her bed, looking at the mirror on the ceiling. Her breasts were full from the tension he had wrought. Her inner core still ached with a need to be fulfilled, he’d brought her to such a pitch of readiness. She had half decided to go to him, to make him finish what he’d started. Then she realised that she didn’t know where he lived. In the village somewhere? In a flat? With a wife or girlfriend? She didn’t know anything about the brute except that she wanted him more than she had wanted any man for months. Then she persuaded herself that it was simply a need to get even. She hated being bested, particularly by him.

She pulled up her knees and viewed herself in the
dressing mirror at the bottom of the bed. Her pubic hair had grown quite thick. The long lips of her vulva, swollen from the titillation in the Maiden and then the glass-topped box, hardly showed through the curling beard.

She took out her biggest dildo. She peeled apart her labia and rubbed the cock between them. The mushroom form slid easily through the moist sleeve of her sex. She pushed it in as far as it would go. Then she pumped it up to make it swell. A bulb around the root of it pressed against her, widening the entrance to her core. And when she switched the motor on, the vibration it imparted was nice – but only nice. She needed living flesh, and a man to drive it in.

Slowly she pumped the dildo in and out, but it did no good at all. She was in no mood for toys, even though her tension was still high.

She showered, then dusted her breasts with pink-tinged powder and viewed them in the mirror. They hung round and full. The reflection showed the nipples standing hard, the nimbuses raised fully, dark pink against the paleness of the mounds. If only there had been someone there to suck them. But there wasn’t – so there was no point in wishing. Tomorrow would bring relief. There would be three other women in the house, as well as the man who would come to have his fantasy fulfilled.

Flanders behaved as if nothing had happened between them. When Gael bumped into him while taking an early walk, he stood aside politely, saying, ‘Good morning, miss’ in that deep and husky voice she’d come to like.