Dark Obsession (12 page)

‘I hope you’re not going to eat with dirty hands,’ she snapped suddenly.

Lord Corbett-Wynne’s mouth opened slightly in surprise, but then he felt a delicious thrill of excitement run through him and shook his head meekly. ‘Of course not,’ he murmured.

‘Wipe them on your handkerchief, then,’ continued Sandra, her own excitement surfacing now that she knew it was going to be all right. She watched as her employer took a clean white handkerchief out of his pocket, carefully licked it and then wiped it over his hands.

She held out the wrapped package of sandwiches. ‘Would you like something to eat now?’ she asked softly.

He nodded eagerly. ‘Yes!’

Sandra snatched the sandwiches away. ‘You didn’t say please. Haven’t you learnt any manners yet?’

Lord Corbett-Wynne felt his penis start to stir. ‘I’m sorry,’ he muttered, hanging his head.

‘You’ll be sorrier before I’ve finished with you,’ retorted Sandra, throwing the sandwiches to the ground. ‘Take off your trousers.’

For the first time her employer hesitated. Although secluded, the copse wasn’t on his land, and there was always the possibility of other people using the bridle path to reach it.

‘Hurry up,’ Sandra said irritably. ‘If you don’t do as I say you’ll have to go straight home.’

He didn’t hesitate any longer, but fumbled with the fastenings on his trousers, letting them fall to the ground
and
stepping out of them. Sandra nodded in satisfaction, but at the sight of the swelling in his Y-fronts she frowned. ‘What’s that?’

‘I’m sorry,’ he apologised, but despite his words the swelling was increasing visibly.

With a sound of irritation Sandra drew a long piece of cord from her pocket. ‘Put your hands behind your back,’ she said fiercely. Again he hesitated, but when she turned as though to fetch the horses he quickly obeyed and he could feel his erection straining against the restricting underpants.

Sandra made him kneel on the ground and then fastened the other end of the cord around the tree trunk, leaving him on a leash about three-feet long. Once he was at her feet she caught hold of his hair, pulling his head up until he was staring up at her. ‘Now you know why you’re being punished, don’t you? It’s because you haven’t any manners, right?’

‘I forgot my manners,’ he agreed eagerly.

‘And you know you need to be punished?’

‘Yes! Yes!’ Lord Corbett-Wynne could hardly wait, but he was incredibly stimulated by Sandra’s skill at prolonging the game, and the waiting heightened all his senses. He only hoped he could control himself well enough.

Sandra bent down and very slowly unbuttoned his shirt, easing it off him with tantalising slowness until finally he found himself in nothing but his underpants as Sandra gently trailed her riding whip over his bare shoulders and across his naked stomach.

He was so hard now that it hurt, and when Sandra bent down and opened his underpants to release his erection he gave a gasp of relief. She looked at the purple tip, the veins standing out on the thick stem and felt a heady sensation of power rush through her. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she very casually started to take off her short-sleeved cotton top. As she peeled it over her head Lord Corbett-Wynne realised for the first time that
she
was naked beneath it, and at the sight of her breasts with the nipples already hard he thought that his pleasure was going to spill over.

Sandra watched him struggling to control himself; saw his abdominal muscles straining to subdue his excitement. When she thought that he’d mastered himself she took the rigid penis in her hands and then placed it between her breasts.

Lord Corbett-Wynne made a tiny sound, half-protest, half-pleasure, as he realised what she was going to do, and then he felt himself being massaged between the tight globes and heard Sandra’s breathing start to quicken with pleasure as she rolled her swelling flesh around his soft, velvet tip.

Lord Corbett-Wynne felt his testicles drawing up beneath him. Tiny pricking sensations started up beneath the head of his glans and he knew that if she didn’t stop quickly he would spill himself all over her and the fun would be ended.

As soon as his head started to go back and the tendons of his neck began to tighten, Sandra stopped the stimulation and rose to her feet, leaving her employer still kneeling with his huge penis standing up proud and hard.

‘You can’t have your pleasure until I’ve had mine,’ she said shortly. The tethered man made a strangled sound of protest, which she ignored, and then he had to watch as she stepped back until she was clearly in his line of vision. She pushed her jodhpurs down below her knees and he was forced to look at the tantalising sight of the snow-white G-string nestling between her sex-lips.

‘Pleasure me with your mouth,’ she instructed him, and then she moved slowly forward until she was standing over him and he lifted his head, desperate to inhale her delicate musky perfume and taste her glorious femininity. Sandra moved her G-string to one side and waited.

Lord Corbett-Wynne began by letting his tongue tickle the crevices of Sandra’s thighs until her legs began to
tremble
, then he pressed his mouth against her pubis and very lightly ran his tongue around the throbbing, soft tissue beneath. She felt her clitoris swelling and her body desperately wanted to feel his tongue against it, but when she moved herself into position his tongue refused to do as she wanted. Instead it moved lower and jabbed into her sex, drumming hard against the walls of the opening.

Sandra gasped and began to run her hands over her breasts, which were also screaming for stimulation. That was the only disadvantage of this game, her employer’s hands were tied and she had to fondle herself.

She was very damp now and he used his tongue to spread her secretions up and down her inner channel but still without touching the clitoris itself. Then, when she could bear it no more, Sandra heard herself shouting at him. ‘Move higher! Use more pressure!’ she screamed, totally lost in the glorious climax that she could feel building within her.

The bound man let his mouth fasten around the slippery little bud and started to suck, slowly at first but with increasing pressure until Sandra’s thighs moved to press tightly against either side of his face as her whole body began to quake. Keeping her clitoris firmly between his lips, Lord Corbett-Wynne suddenly moved his head rapidly from side to side, almost knocking Sandra off-balance as her legs were forced to move as well.

Now the feelings were running out of control. Her nipples were hard peaks of desire, her belly felt tight and warm and every muscle in her body started to tense as the pressure built behind the imprisoned bud.

She felt herself shaking, felt the wonderful wet, warm sweetness of the imminent orgasm and yet, maddeningly, it still remained balanced on the edge. She tried to move herself around, to change the pressure and topple herself over the edge.

Her employer, though, was an expert, and knew perfectly well what she needed. Despite his desire for his own
climax
he was enjoying this brief moment of power as the groom shook frantically and made tiny sounds of despair as she trembled on the verge of satisfaction. Finally he released the nub from the relentless suction, curled the sides of his tongue around and then brushed almost imperceptibly the side of the tiny stem.

That final, feather-light touch was exactly what was needed and with an ear-splitting scream Sandra climaxed, pressing herself down on her employer’s face as her body went into a series of violent spasms.

When she was at last still, Lord Corbett-Wynne moved his head away and gratefully took in deep breaths of air. His own climax was once again dangerously near; he’d had to use all his self-control to avoid coming at the same time as Sandra and now all he wanted was his own satisfaction.

Sandra moved shakily away from him and glanced at his straining penis. ‘I think it’s time to see to you,’ she said briskly. ‘Is that what you’d like?’

‘Of course it is!’ snapped her employer, who was desperate for release.

Sandra’s eyes widened. ‘I hope I’m not going to have to punish you again,’ she said menacingly. If anything his erection stiffened further as he quickly apologised. No one had ever taken the game to such extremes before, and he wasn’t quite certain if he liked it or not, but his body didn’t seem to share his doubts.

‘That’s all right, then,’ murmured Sandra, and to her employer’s delight she wrapped her whip round the end of his erection and then bent her head. As he tensed in anticipation she moved back and looked thoughtfully at him.

‘I’m not quite satisfied yet,’ she murmured as he stared at her in astonishment. ‘I think I’ll pleasure myself at the same time. Just make sure you don’t come before I do, or I really will be cross.’

Carefully she sat down, removed her jodhpurs and
spread
her legs out so that she could use her hands on herself. Then she made him kneel up until she could take him comfortably into her mouth. ‘Excellent, now let’s see how well we get on,’ she said with a thin smile, and finally he felt her mouth on him.

Sandra let her left hand slip between her own thighs while her right grasped the base of her employer’s erection. Bending towards him she let her tongue run up and down the top of the shaft while her hand alternately gripped and released the lower part. As she bent forward her pelvis tilted and she was rocked against the ground. This, combined with the delight of her fingers playing along the damp inner flesh, quickly excited her.

She was amazed at how swiftly she became aroused again after her first climax and, carried away by this, quite forgot that she was meant to be concentrating on Lord Corbett-Wynne. She rocked back and forth more quickly, letting the head of his penis slide in and out of her mouth, sometimes keeping her lips closed around the tip of the glans until the last possible moment so that he felt an incredible tugging sensation that seemed to be relentlessly drawing his seed upwards.

As the groom’s fingers worked more and more urgently between her thighs, slipping in and out of her vagina and round and round in wonderfully arousing circles just beneath her clitoris, so her fingers worked more busily around her employer’s shaft. Lord Corbett-Wynne’s breathing was harsh as he strained to keep his climax at bay, but the sight of Sandra’s open mouth and flushed cheeks, and the sound of her muffled cries of excitement, were too much for him.

Just before Sandra’s body finally convulsed in the throes of her orgasm she sucked firmly at the fastened man’s glans. Letting her tongue dip into the tiny slit at the top, she swirled it round briefly before drawing her head away, her bare buttocks moving fiercely against the lush grass as the sexual tension peaked.

Tiny tremors shook Sandra’s body and she cried out with pleasure. ‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ she screamed, and unwittingly she shattered Lord Corbett-Wynne’s control so that he came first, spilling himself into her eager, hungry mouth with a deep groan of satisfaction.

Seconds later Sandra’s body was once more shuddering in the throes of pleasure and tiny beads of sweat rolled down between her breasts as she slumped back on the grass, legs splayed out on either side of the still-fastened man.

Lord Corbett-Wynne let himself collapse too, so that he was now kneeling back on his haunches as his pulse and breathing slowly returned to normal.

‘Magnificent!’ he declared enthusiastically.

Sandra opened her eyes and stared at him. She sensed that if she could do something special now, something no one had ever thought of doing to him before, then he would be totally enslaved. Her mind raced and at last she smiled at him, but it wasn’t an entirely pleasant smile.

‘You came first,’ she said accusingly.

‘Only just,’ he blustered. ‘Not many men would have lasted like I did.’

Sandra touched his now limp penis and he flinched. ‘I’ve known men who last longer,’ she informed him. ‘In fact, I seem to remember saying that if you came first you had to be punished. Isn’t that right?’

‘It’s time to get back,’ said her employer, but behind the command she sensed a hint of unease.

‘Not yet. Naughty boys have to take their punishment, even when it’s late.’

James Corbett-Wynne stared into the girl’s eyes and knew that if he really wanted to go back all he had to do was say so. She worked for him – he could sack her if he liked and she wouldn’t dare complain – but the truth of the matter was he suddenly didn’t want to go back. He wanted the game to continue, even if it wasn’t what he’d originally planned.

‘That’s not fair,’ he said sulkily, and with a surge of delight Sandra knew she’d won.

Slowly she continued to fondle his flaccid penis, but it only retreated further and his testicles were shrivelled and empty, looking strangely vulnerable. ‘I think you’d really like another orgasm,’ she said with a smile.

James Corbett-Wynne looked at her in astonished disbelief. When he’d been young he hadn’t needed very long between orgasms, but these days it was different and he had the feeling that any attempt at a repeat performance would be a painful failure.

‘Not really,’ he said quickly.

‘Of course you do, and it shouldn’t prove difficult for a big strong man like you. Here, you can play with my breasts first. That should get you started.’

‘I don’t think …’

‘I shan’t untie you until you’ve had another climax,’ said Sandra with a light laugh. ‘It might be awkward if we had to stay out here for the whole afternoon. I’m sure we’re not the only people who use the horse track.’

Even as she spoke Sandra was sitting up and moving towards James. As she brought her body up against his, he felt her soft breasts rubbing against his chest, the nipples slowly hardening with the contact. He longed to have his hands free so that he could use them but knew that there was no chance she’d allow that. He moved his torso from side to side, increasing the friction between them until he felt each globe swelling and growing firmer.

Slowly Sandra rose to her feet, letting her breasts brush against his chin, mouth and eyes. He opened his mouth, trying to lick one of the nipples, but she swayed away and moved behind him so that she could gradually lower herself as she allowed her breasts to travel down his spine, finally coming to rest at the top of his underpants.