A Strict Seduction (6 page)

‘Well, well, this is a nice little family gathering, isn't it?'

Stephie froze, Timothy's voice draining the pleasure away from her. She opened her eyes and saw him standing before her, one hand on Ariana's shoulder, a possessive gesture that was not lost on either woman.

‘I knew you two were close,' he continued, a sick smile stretching the features of his face to make him look hideous.

‘How long were you watching?' Ariana asked softly.

‘Long enough. My, Stephie darling, what a passionate young filly you are. And there was I thinking you were a frigid little bitch. Or is it that you're frigid with men but a real nympho with the gals?'

‘You wouldn't understand,' Stephie spat angrily, sitting up on the bed but making no attempt to hide her nakedness.

‘Oh, but I would. You've taken my wife from me. This is adultery in the grand manner, isn't it? Do you know, I can just see the headlines now. Think of the scandal.'

‘You wouldn't,' Ariana whispered, thoroughly appalled by the idea.

He smiled. ‘Oh but I would, dearest. It would make such a change to see your name dragged through the mud as well as mine.'

‘You can't do this to us,' Stephie cried, her eyes wide with alarm.

‘Don't tempt me,' he murmured darkly.

‘Please, Timothy…' his wife begged, her eyes filling with tears.

‘What do you want?' Stephie demanded, looking at him sharply.

‘So businesslike,' he complained. ‘You know what I want. You turned me down earlier today.'

‘How do I know that will be the end of it?'

‘You won't Stephie, darling. But don't worry, you have my word as a pervert and a lecher that I just want to fill that lovely little mouth of yours with come, just this once. Is that too much to ask for?'

‘Please, Stephie,' Ariana pleaded, holding her sister's hands tightly.

‘I have no choice,' Stephie agreed coldly, flashing Timothy a look of pure hatred.

‘Good. Before we begin, however, my darling wife has to be punished,' he smiled to her wickedly. ‘Can't have you throwing yourself into bed with every close relative that visits, can we now?'

‘But… Please Tim…'

There was no deflecting him. Reluctantly Ariana lifted her skirt to reveal her naked backside, her full round buttocks showing perfectly, the bulge of her pussy displayed to perfection when she bent over. He unthreaded his belt slowly, flexed it once, and then brought it down hard on her pert bottom. She squealed, forced her mouth shut, and suffered the half dozen strokes in silence.

At the end of it the top of her thighs and her arse cheeks were flaming, her skin tanned a deep red were the leather belt had touched her so forcefully. She started to get up, but he pushed her down and forced two fingers into her pussy. She groaned, sighed, her body collapsing into a heap as he frigged her to climax with a few quick strokes.

‘She loves the belt, though not as much as the riding crop,' he commented cruelly to Stephie, revelling in the shame on his wife's face. ‘You can go now,' he ordered, and silently Ariana walked away, deliberately avoiding her sister's eyes.

‘Did you have to beat her?' Stephie asked after Ariana had left.

Timothy laughed. ‘You know she loves it, Steph. Why shouldn't she get some pleasure tonight as well?'

‘You are just so devious,' she said, lying back on the bed, her pussy tingling with excitement. The way he beat Ariana had excited all three of them, and now she couldn't wait to get his long hard prick between her thighs.

‘Years of breeding, darling,' he said, stripping off quickly. ‘Did I ever tell you about my ancestor that liked to…'

‘Enough of that,' she interrupted impatiently. ‘I've been waiting for your cock all day, I can't wait any longer. Fuck me nice and dirty,' she sighed, ‘nice and dirty.'

Our Little Secret

I was certain that she was doing it deliberately, and in that certainty I found nothing but confusion and indecision. That certainty was reinforced when I looked up and saw Nicole coming into the room. She beamed me a smile and then carried on through the room to switch on the television. I half smiled back, trying to fathom the look in her dark brown eyes that seemed to be at once so innocent and yet so knowing. My eyes scanned her quickly, she was wearing a very tight T-shirt, the shape of her firm young breasts impressed on the cotton, her nipples protruding slightly, and a short skirt that revealed just how long and smooth her thighs were. She flicked the television on and then sat down on the sofa, directly opposite to where I was sitting.

‘What time's Jim getting home?' I asked her, forcing my eyes from the view of her shapely thighs, displayed to perfection by her tight skirt.

‘He said he'd be late again,' she said with a sigh, for one moment an expression of sorrow clouding her eyes. She turned back to the television, perhaps wanting to hide her true feelings from me.

At first I had been sure it was my imagination. After all, I was probably spending more time at home with Nicole than Jim, who seemed to be putting in more and more hours at work. It could have been imagination, but slowly I grew certain that Nicole was flirting with me. No, it wasn't flirting exactly; it seemed to me that she was playing a little game and enjoying every second of it. First it was her clothes: very short mini-skirts, skin-tight tops, low-cut blouses. Then it was more obvious: the bathrobe that would fall open accidentally, affording me a split second view of her finely shaped breasts, her nipples cherry-red against the whiteness of her skin, or the bedroom door left open so I'd see her as I walked past.

Never a word was said, never a hint of anything untoward, not even a silent smile of complicity. On the surface everything was entirely innocent, and I'm certain that Jim had no idea that anything was going on. And perhaps there really was nothing going on. But then again, every glimpse of her body, every look that was so innocent and so knowing, would set my heart pounding and body responding. Damn it, Nicole was a beautiful young woman and I found her presence very arousing.

‘Are you watching this?' she asked, turning to me and breaking my train of thought.

‘No, not really,' I mumbled, aware that she had been talking to me and I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed.

‘Daydreaming again, Paul,' she sighed, a sad shake of the head transforming into a friendly smile.

‘Sorry, I was miles away,' I told her, smiling back, all the time wondering what was going on in her pretty head. Her smiles could mean a million different things, always open and friendly, but occasionally I thought I detected something else, something much deeper and more dangerous.

‘Do you mind if I turn this over?'

‘Not at all. Is there anything else on the other side?'

She shrugged. ‘Isn't there a film on tonight? Have you got the paper?'

I pointed to the magazine rack beside the television. Where was Jim? Such a pretty girl and yet he was neglecting her again, spending time at work or with his mates in the pub rather than with her. I couldn't understand it. He and Nicole were the same age, just under twenty, half my age, and yet they were worlds apart in personality. She liked nothing better than to cuddle up close to him, or for them to go out dancing, whereas he had plainly decided that his career was number one.

Nicole dutifully dragged herself off the sofa and walked across the room to the magazine rack. My eyes widened as she bent over to retrieve the newspaper. She was standing with ankles together, bent over at the waist, her skirt rising up at the back so I could see the full length of her gorgeous thighs. She flicked idly through the thick pile of papers and magazines, and as she did so she swivelled round slightly, making her skirt rise even higher. I could see the muscles of her thighs pulled taut, every inch of her silky smooth skin displayed, and at the top of her thighs the curve of her backside, the slight bulge of her buttocks. Her panties were a thin white strip of cotton that had been pulled tightly between her rear cheeks.

‘Can't find it, you sure it's here?' she called, glancing round. I nodded silently, my eyes fixed on that rear view of her.

Was she doing it on purpose? I didn't know, and yet she was surely driving me insane. So sexy, so desirable, but still very distant and definitely hands-off.

As she read the newspaper I caught her sneaking looks in my direction, furtive little glances over the top of the pages, and then a guilty smile. Or did I imagine that?

‘There's nothing on,' she announced after a few minutes, as though that were a surprise to either of us.

‘So, you don't know what time Jim's getting back tonight?' I asked her.

‘No, I just know he'll be late. I'd better put this back,' she said, getting up to walk back to the magazine rack. She looked over her shoulder at me again, caught my gaze and smiled. I couldn't keep my eyes from her. She bent over very slowly, her black skirt rising inch by inch over her thighs until I could again see the faintest outline of her white panties pulled tight into her crotch. She held the position for a few moments, wriggling from side to side to force the paper back into the overloaded rack, and incidentally allow me a good long look, and then she straightened up.

She looked at me again, her eyes sparkling with excitement. This time there could be no pretence. I had to say something. ‘Doesn't Jim mind you wearing those mini-skirts?' I asked, managing a note of admonition.

‘No, why should he?' she responded, smiling a smile of sweet innocence that made my prick throb dangerously.

‘Well, they're so short,' I explained.

She laughed. ‘They're supposed to be, silly. That's why they're called mini-skirts.'

‘Of course,' I agreed, smiling. Damn it! The moment had gone. I had been certain that there'd been something beguiling, something alluring in her smile, but now that was gone and all I could detect was that childlike innocence I found so effective.

‘There's nothing on the box tonight,' she remarked, ‘but you couldn't do me a favour, could you?'

‘Sure, what is it?'

‘Well,' she said excitedly, ‘Jim has promised to take me out to a club tomorrow night and I don't know what to wear. If I try on a couple of outfits, would you tell me which one you like the best?'

‘Me? I have the dress sense of… I don't have any dress sense at all.'

She giggled. ‘It doesn't matter. You're a man, you know what you like. Please, will you?'

She was pouting, and she knew I couldn't resist that. I drew breath sharply and nodded my agreement.

‘Great!' she shrieked, and jumped across the room to plant a big wet kiss on my cheek, her breasts bulging against her tight top. She was so obviously excited that I hardly had time to react before she bounded up the stairs to her room.

Nicole may or may not have been intentionally flirting, but my reaction was physical and I knew I would end up making a pass at her. I was brooding on this when I heard her coming downstairs, high heels cracking hard on the stairs.

‘Well? How do I look?' she asked anxiously, walking into the centre of the room.

I could hardly believe my eyes, and my astonishment must have been clear to see as she paraded and twirled around in front of me. She was wearing a short black dress that seemed to have been sprayed on. It left nothing to the imagination. It was cut low so that her pert breasts were almost fully displayed, the nipples threatening to pop out at any moment. The dress was very short too, even shorter than the skirt she'd been wearing earlier, and barely managed to cover her backside. Added to which it was so tight that I could see the full rounded shape of her posterior and the slight bulge of her belly.

‘You can't go out dressed like that,' I whispered, my eyes focusing on her breasts. The nipples had become erect little points that bulged against the tight low-slung neck of the dress.

‘You don't like it?' she asked, advancing towards me, every step reflected in the bounce of her firm round breasts. She stopped in front of me, legs slightly apart, the shape of her limbs emphasised by black high heels. Was she enjoying my discomfort? I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she had never looked sexier, and the bulging of my prick was a painful reminder of the effect she was having on me.

‘It's so revealing,' I tried to explain, my eyes travelling over her body only inches away from me.

‘What about my scent?' she asked, suddenly leaning over me, offering her slender throat so I could breathe her perfume. It was an aphrodisiac, making me feel almost dizzy, my eyes only inches from her breasts offered so temptingly close.

‘A lovely perfume,' I agreed, aware that her nipples were such hard points against the tight velvet of her dress.

‘Jim bought it for me,' she informed me, stepping away again, almost skipping across the room like an excited schoolgirl.

‘But the dress…' I reminded her.

Suddenly she dropped the velvet purse she'd been holding, the perfect accessory for her dress. I watched as she bent over to pick it up, keeping her legs straight as she moved over at the waist, the tight dress parting her bottom cheeks before riding up sensuously over her skin. As I had thought, she was wearing no panties, and for one tantalising moment I was treated to a glimpse of her bare bottom, the dark hairs around her bulging sex visible from behind. Before I had time to react she was standing again, looking at me with pursed lips, as though unaware of what I had seen and deep in thought as to what to do next.