Black Orchid (21 page)

Authors: Roxanne Carr

BOOK: Black Orchid

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Their eyes met in the mirror and he smiled at her. Maggie
returned the smile, tentatively, pressing her cheek against his.
Antony stroked her long, dark hair away from her neck.

'I think . . . yes, that's better.'

He twisted her hair into a loose chignon and secured it at
her nape with the grips she kept on a jar on the dresser. Her
long, soft-skinned neck looked fragile against the heavy mass
of her hair, drawing the eye down to her out-thrust breasts.

'Where . . . where will you be?' she whispered.

'On the dais, with you,' he replied, surprised.

'I know. I mean . . . which . . . you know?'

He smiled as he saw that a hot blush had risen on her cheeks,
staining them pink.

'Which delectable orifice is mine for tonight?' he laughed
gently as she blushed even harder. 'I think . . . yes. I think I shall
have this.'

He slowly hooked two fingers into her warm, moist vagina
and pressed her against him. When he withdrew, she turned
in his arms and met his lips with hers. She clung to him as
they kissed, loving him, until at last he put her away from him,
gently.

'It's time,' he whispered.

In the auditorium the crowd had been worked into a frenzy
by the live sex-shows which had started an hour before.
Couples copulated wildly in dark corners as the stage was
cleared and the fur-covered dais was raised.

Maggie watched impassively from the back, unnoticed in the
dimly lit room. Her arms and legs felt icy cold, yet inside she
was in a ferment of emotion. Her eyes flickered nervously at
the two giant projection screens which had been placed either
side of the stage. Her every move, every expression would be
monitored, nothing would escape the attention of the crowd.
Appearing in the Exhibition Hall was bad enough, but to perform
here, within touching distance of all these people . . .

She shivered and Antony's arm came around her shoulder.
She was glad he was with her, would be one of the men who
would take her so publicly. The atmosphere was heavy, clogged
with the combined scents of sex and perfume. Maggie felt
dizzy as a sudden hush descended and the stage was lit. Weird,
tuneless music drifted into the auditorium, New Age mood
sounds curling round everyone's senses.

As she began to walk, slowly, towards the stage, Antony
beside her, Maggie could smell incense, she felt the hot gaze
of dozens of unseen eyes, devouring her. Looking up, she could
see Alexander, sitting on the fur-covered dais, waiting for her.
His blond hair shone under the spotlight, a nebula of light
giving him a halo.

Suddenly, she was no longer afraid. Everyone else faded
away, there was just her, and Alexander, and she knew she
would do everything he asked of her, so strong was her need
of him. He smiled as she reached the stage and offered her his
hand. She climbed up and Antony walked past her, to the back
of the dais where, she saw now, Bruno waited, his face in
shadow.

She stood before Alexander and waited, patiently, for his
instructions. He nodded approvingly at her and rewarded her
with a long, lingering kiss. With her back to the audience, he
placed his hand at the small of her back and applied enough
pressure for her to guess that he wanted her to bend forward,
at the waist.

The audience gasped as they saw the dildo implanted in her.
Alexander stroked the soft, downy skin at the small of her back,
coaxing her legs wider apart with one hand so that her shorn
vulva was exposed.

Maggie felt her cheeks burn with shame as the loud exclamations
of delight and admiration reached her ears and she
twisted her face into her shoulder. Alexander's hand came
round her cheek and lifted her face so that it could be seen by
the cameras. Out of the corner of her eye, Maggie could see the
projection screens. One showed her from the front, the dangling
breasts spilling out of their inadequate restraint, the tremulous
mouth and wide, shamed eyes. The other showed her out-thrust
buttocks and the dildo lodged obscenely between them.

Thus she was able to watch as Alexander reached down and
grapsed the collar of the dildo and slowly withdrew it. Her
body expelled it almost regretfully and Maggie closed her eyes
against the image of her wanton arsehole which relaxed
forlornly in loving close up.

'Lean across the bed.'

She jumped at Alexander's curt request, teetering uncertainly
on her high-heels as she hurried to obey him. Her breath
caught painfully in her chest as Bruno passed a long, thin whip
to Alex. She began to tremble as Antony pushed cushions
beneath her stomach, raising her bottom higher.

'Ssh,' he whispered in her ear, 'it's too soon to cry.'

The first lash of the leather whip against her tender skin
took her breath away. The sting seemed to spread, like liquid
fire across the surface of her skin, snaking down her legs,
making them shake uncontrollably. Alexander seemed to bide
his time, waiting until she had felt the full impact of the lash
before raising it again.

This time she moaned, to the delight of the audience who
seemed to utter a collective sigh. Then there was silence save
for the whistle of the lash and the sharp 'crack' as it landed on
Maggie's skin. She began to cry, softly at first, huge tears rolling
off her cheeks onto the fur so that soon it was sodden.

He never hit the same place twice so that within a few
minutes her entire bottom seemed to have caught fire.

'Please!' she cried out. 'No more . . . I can't . . . Oh!'

The lash cut across her protest, leaving her gasping for
breath. But that, miraculously, was the last blow. She could not
control her sobs as Alexander hauled her onto her knees on
the platform. He watched her cry for a few minutes, his expression
unreadable. Maggie tried to plead with him through her
tears, but she was incoherent.

'What, Maggie? What is it you want?'

'I want . . . I . . . please! Don't hurt me any more!'

He smiled then, almost kindly at her. Then he bent forward
so that his lips were against her ear and said, so that only she
could hear, 'There is no feeling at all without pain.
Loving
hurts,
Maggie. And now I'm going to love you – just as you have
always wanted me to.'

He wiped her face with his fingers, licking the tears from
her cheeks. Maggie closed her eyes as he covered her face in
kisses, ran his hands over her breasts and parted her shaking
thighs. She knew before he touched her that she was wet. How
could she not be aroused by the whip when it was Alexander
who wielded it?

She was compliant as he lay her, face down on the dais. The
strange music ebbed and flowed, weaving its spell on her
senses. She could feel the presence of the crowd, knew the heat
around her came from the crush of their bodies as much as
from the lights, yet they had become irrelevant to her.

It was Antony now who moved forward and began to kiss
her, languidly at first, then with more passion as desire caught
fire between them. Oblivious to everything else, they rolled
together on the bed, his hands roaming over her tender flesh.
At some time while she was being whipped, he had undressed.
He was erect, his penis pressing into her stomach as he lay on
his back and manoeuvred her so that she was astride him.

Maggie longed to impale herself on him, but he held her off,
as if awaiting a signal. She felt fingers at her chin and looked
up to find Bruno waiting patiently for her attention, his erect
cock inches away from her face. The foreskin was pulled back,
the purplish glans already shining. Sitting astride Antony,
Maggie eagerly reached for Bruno's stem and caressed it, her
other hand cupping his heavy, hairy balls.

She shuddered as Alexander came up behind her and began
to rub a cooling fluid into her burning buttocks, working it
into the exposed crease. Then came the thicker, heavier cream
designed to facilitate his entry into her body.

The three men seemed to move as if in one accord once Alexander
had greased her bottom. Maggie felt as if she were
somewhere above them, looking down, as if it were someone
else that this was about to happen to. And yet every square inch
of her sensitised skin was tingling with awareness, her female
moisture welling in joyous anticipation.

Antony supported her by putting two hands at her waist as
she leaned forward and opened her mouth ready for Bruno.
Alexander's hands held her hips steady as his slender shaft
probed the entrance to her nether mouth. It was Antony who
entered her first, his swollen tool sliding into her hot, wet
vagina as if coming home. Maggie groaned softly and closed
her lips against the bulbous head of Bruno's penis.

It was then that Alexander inched his way into her bottom,
his cock sliding against Antony's through the thin membrane
separating the two passages. Maggie felt Antony's ecstatic
shudder as he lay underneath her and realised he was close to
the edge of his climax. She was barely aware of the gasp of the
crowd. She felt as if she would burst as all three men were still,
content to feel themselves inside her. Then, as one, they all
began to move.

The strange 'whale-song' music soared in her ears as she
found herself penetrated in every available orifice. Her jaw
ached as Bruno used her mouth, his hands either side of her
head. Antony seemed to be lifting her hips up and down on
his rigid shaft, while Alexander matched his rhythm in her
back passage. Every muscle screamed with awareness, her
nerve endings raw.

Antony came first, with a growl, his hot sperm shooting into
her vagina, quickly followed by Bruno's swift climax into her
mouth. She gulped as it hit the back of her throat, just as Alexander
pumped his seed into her behind.

Maggie writhed, her own orgasm pulsing through her with
an intensity which took her by surprise. And after each man
had withdrawn, she rolled shamelessly onto her back and,
throwing her legs open wide, she rubbed herself furiously,
oblivious to the fluids which streamed from her, mixing with
her own secretions.

Over and over the waves came, unstoppable, making her
thrash her head from side to side like a woman possessed. From
far away she heard the applause, felt Alexander's lips against
her sex, Antony's at her mouth, then – nothing.

She was warm, wrapped in an all-enveloping cotton nightie
in the middle of the bed. Maggie opened her eyes and frowned,
trying to remember.

'She's coming round,' Antony whispered, and suddenly it all
came flooding back.

'Wh-what happened?' she croaked as Alexander's arms came
around her and Antony smoothed the hair tenderly off her
forehead.

'Shh, it's all right. You blacked out for a few seconds and
you've been drowsy ever since. Don't you remember coming
to in the Jacuzzi with us?'

Vague recollections of warm, soothing water, strong hands
soaping her, drying her, carrying her to the lift. Yes, she remembered.
She turned her anxious eyes on Alexander and was
relieved to see he was smiling at her.

'I'll go and make a warm drink for us all,' Antony
announced.

Alexander pulled her further into the warm, safe circle of
his arms.

'Darling Maggie – you were magnificent!'

Maggie's heart swelled with pride that he was pleased
with her.

They all sat up in bed, drinking milky coffee. Every now and
then, Alexander would stroke Maggie's cheek, or reach behind
her to touch Antony. Maggie had never felt so happy, so loved,
in her life.

'You know, Antony,' Alexander broke the companiable
silence, 'I think that Maggie here might be just the person we
need to run the new venture.'

'Hmm, you could be right.'

'What new venture?' Maggie asked.

'Antony is thinking of buying up a hotel – somewhere where
women can go to stay for an entire weekend, out of town. Maybe
we could extend it to include couples. What do you think?'

Maggie's imagination was caught, but she still regarded
Alexander with dismay.

'But I don't want to live out of town – I want to stay here,
with you and Antony! I want to be part of . . . of this!' she
concluded inadequately.

'And you will be.' Alexander smoothed. 'If we can find somewhere
close enough, so that the three of us could easily travel
between the two.'

'Think of it, Maggie,' Antony continued in the same seductive
tone, 'the three of us – equal partners.'

Maggie caught his eye at this last suggestion and he smiled,
inviting her to share the unspoken joke that they would ever be
a match for Alexander. Alex chuckled softly, indulging them.

'What do you think, Maggie?' Antony pressed.

In her mind's eye, Maggie saw the Black Orchid Club duplicated,
only bigger, better, with more scope for experimentation.
What more did she have to lose?

'All right,' she agreed.

'This calls for better than coffee – I'll go and break open a
bottle of champagne.'

Alexander disappeared, returning with the three overflowing
glasses on a tray. He lounged on top of the duvet, unashamedly
naked, his body across their legs as he raised his glass.

'To the Black Orchid Hotel,' Antony proposed.

They all sipped the golden liquid and Maggie entwined her
free hand with Antony's under the covers. Alexander smiled
at her and raised his glass again.

'To the three of us,' he said, his voice thick with some
unnamed emotion.

Antony glanced at Maggie and they both looked at Alex and
nodded.

'To us three,' they chorused obediently.

Alexander unexpectedly threw back his golden head and
laughed.

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