Dark Obsession (15 page)

Crispian eyed her approvingly once she was dressed. ‘It suits you. Tell me, Annabel, are you used to being in service?’

To her surprise it proved easy for Annabel to slip into the role she’d been allocated. It was as though when she’d pulled on the blatantly erotic outfit she’d become a different person. ‘No, sir,’ she said demurely, ‘but I’ve always wanted to try my hand at it.’

‘Good. Stand in front of me. I want to make sure you’re correctly dressed.’

She moved to stand a few inches in front of him and, although she lowered her eyes as he examined her, she pushed her shoulders back to emphasise her breasts, which felt tight in the constricting basque.

Very slowly, Crispian let the fingers of one hand run round the lace edging at the top of the basque, his fingers cool against her hot skin. ‘Is this too tight?’ he asked with apparent concern.

‘No, sir, it’s just right,’ she responded.

‘I think it’s a little tight. I’ll unlace the top two holes I think,’ he murmured, and she felt his hands brush the undersides of her tightly covered breasts for a moment as he unlaced her. The tightness of the basque meant that by releasing the top Crispian had ensured that Annabel’s breasts were pushed upwards so that the top halves of the round globes were clearly visible. Bending his head he let his tongue flicker across the newly exposed area for a moment before straightening up again.

A shiver of desire ran through Annabel as she waited in front of him.

‘Point your toe, like Tania did,’ he said curtly, his eyes suddenly cold. As she obeyed her hip moved closer to his body until they were almost touching and she had a burning desire to grind herself against him. To be instructed on exactly how to move, to have her clothing adjusted and her limbs positioned, was incredibly arousing and her breathing quickened.

‘That’s fine. Keep that position, don’t move an inch until I give you permission,’ he said, and as Annabel’s limbs went rigid he turned to Tania. ‘You, come and join the new girl. Check that her stocking seams are straight at the back.’

Very slowly and lightly Tania let her fingers trace a line up Annabel’s legs and Annabel felt the taut muscles of her pointed leg start to tremble.

‘Keep still!’ Crispian said shortly.

When Tania’s hands reached the top of the stockings she let them wander over the soft flesh that was exposed there and Annabel’s breath caught in her throat.

‘What did you do?’ Crispian asked Tania.

‘My hand slipped,’ she said, her voice almost insolent.

‘Then apologise.’

‘Why should I, sir? It didn’t hurt her. Her seams
are
straight,’ she added as an afterthought.

‘You’ll apologise because I say so,’ said Crispian, and now his blue eyes had darkened until they were almost violet.

Behind Annabel, Tania let her hand slip up the other girl’s skirt and she gently caressed the rounded cheeks of her bottom. Annabel began to tremble with sexual tension, hoping that these preliminaries weren’t going to go on for too long as her body was desperate for further stimulation.

Crispian saw her body quiver and guessed what Tania was doing. ‘Annabel, straighten your leg and stand with your feet apart,’ he said softly. Gratefully she allowed her
cramping
muscles to move and then stood with her feet about six inches apart. To her surprise her docility was no longer assumed. She was being aroused by the fact that she had to do as he said, and taking pleasure from every command.

Tania’s hand moved and her fingers slipped between Annabel’s parted thighs, grazing along the covered vulva. ‘She’s already damp!’ she exclaimed with glee.

Crispian drew in his breath sharply. ‘Who invited you to speak?’

Tania tossed her head. ‘I thought you’d be interested. She must like being dominated.’

‘If you don’t keep silent you’ll be punished,’ said Crispian, and Annabel saw that his cheeks were flushed.

Tania moved round so that she was standing next to Annabel. ‘I need unlacing, sir,’ she said in a soft, little-girl voice. ‘My bodice is much too tight, I can hardly breathe.’

To Annabel’s astonishment Crispian’s whole face suddenly darkened and reaching out towards his stepsister he ripped at her basque in one abrupt movement that opened it from neckline to waist so that most of her breasts was clearly visible.

‘I told you to be silent!’ he shouted. ‘What kind of an example is this for a new girl? I’m very much afraid, Tania, that you’ll have to be punished.’

Tania turned away with a flouncing movement that made sure her breasts swung clear of the torn basque. Apparently enraged, Crispian grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back towards him, his hands hard against her skin. Only a moment passed before he turned towards Annabel.

‘Annabel, go and sit on the high-backed chair there. Take off your shoes and put your feet flat to the ground with your knees about three inches apart.’

She hurried to do as he’d ordered, but remembered to use small steps that she felt were in keeping with the
costume
. Once she was seated Crispian pulled a suddenly struggling Tania across the room towards her.

‘I’m sorry to have to ask this of you on your first day as a maid, Annabel, but I’m afraid you’ll have to punish Tania for me.’

Annabel stared at him. ‘Me?’

‘Don’t forget to call me “sir”,’ he snapped.

Annabel flushed, beginning to feel that this was more than a game. ‘Me, sir?’ she repeated.

‘Yes, you. Don’t tell me you’ve never spanked another girl before.’

This time it didn’t require any acting on Annabel’s part for her expression to make clear to Crispian the fact that she hadn’t; her eyes widened and she started to rise from the chair.

‘Stay there!’ he instructed her. ‘You’ll find it’s very simple, and quite exciting as well. Tania, stop struggling.’ Tania wriggled and twisted in his grip but he pulled her remorselessly across the room and then forced her face-down across Annabel’s knees. Although she could easily have got away, Tania remained where her stepbrother had put her, while continuing to wriggle and make loud sounds of protest.

As she wriggled, her hips ground against the top of one of Annabel’s legs and she could feel the soft flesh of Tania’s belly against her. The more Tania squirmed the more pressure Annabel felt, and she watched the other girl’s skirt rise up so that her rounded buttocks, covered by the white lace frills, were clearly exposed.

Crispian put one hand on his stepsister’s head and pushed against the auburn hair, while he tugged the snow-white panties down her legs until Annabel was looking at smooth, pale flesh. ‘Smack her,’ he said curtly. Annabel hesitated. ‘If you disobey me then I can assure you Tania won’t hesitate to smack you,’ said Crispian smoothly.

Annabel decided that she didn’t want to find herself in the same position as the writhing Tania and so she raised
her
right hand and brought it down lightly against the other girl’s flesh. For a moment there was silence. Tania stopped moving and Crispian stared at Annabel in disbelief.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked in astonishment. ‘She probably didn’t even feel that. Look, this is how you discipline her.’ Raising his own right hand he brought it down sharply against the tight buttocks, and at the moment of impact there was the sound of flesh meeting flesh. When he removed his hand there was a red mark on the curve of one buttock.

‘There, that’s how it’s done. Now do it properly, Annabel, or you’ll be in serious trouble.’

She knew it was a game, that both Tania and Crispian were playing with her, and yet Annabel felt a tiny tremor of fear. She hastily brought her hand down as Crispian had shown her, and when she made contact Tania gave a tiny moan and ground her pelvis hard against Annabel.

‘That’s better.’ Crispian sounded friendly again, and Annabel relaxed slightly. ‘Carry on,’ he added. ‘I’ll tell you when to stop.’

As she began to rhythmically slap the increasingly red buttocks Annabel began to feel tendrils of delight snaking through her. She was enjoying the power, and the realisation that Tania was getting pleasure both from the slaps and from her own movements against Annabel’s knees.

Tania’s breathing became louder, her gasps and moans more pronounced, and soon it was clear to Annabel that the other girl was on the brink of an orgasm. Crispian knew it too and, reaching beneath his stepsister’s upper torso, his hands gripped her breasts, his fingers kneading roughly against the swollen globes.

For Tania, the combination of glorious heat from the slaps, the sexual tension in her pelvis from her body movements and the rough handling of her breasts was bliss. Suddenly she felt her whole body go rigid and her
toes
tensed as the first delicious tremors of a climax began to invade her.

‘Stop!’ shouted Crispian, and Annabel, her hand in midair, obeyed him instantly. At the same time he released Tania’s breasts and pulled her sharply to her feet, ignoring her screams of fury as all the sources of stimulation, all the things that had brought her to the very peak of satisfaction, were removed, leaving her body painfully swollen and her belly aching with frustration.

‘Right, that will do for now,’ said Crispian smoothly. ‘After all, it was meant to be a punishment.’

‘Let me go!’ shrieked Tania. ‘That’s not fair. I was just about to come.’

Looking at her, Annabel could tell exactly how the other girl was feeling. Tania’s lips were moist and full, her breasts heaving beneath the basque, and the sexual flush of arousal covered her chest and lower neck.

‘Isn’t she beautiful like that?’ Crispian said softly, gripping Tania from behind and lowering his head so that his tongue could lightly lick at the delicate skin covering the top of her spine. Tania groaned and thrust herself backwards but Crispian kept her away from him. ‘How do you feel, Annabel? Did arousing Tania arouse you too?’

His piercing blue eyes defied her to lie and Annabel nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said hoarsely.

Crispian smiled. ‘That’s good; I thought you and I would enjoy ourselves while Tania watched. That will be your reward for doing such a good job on her. What do you think, Tania? Is that fair?’

Tania was really angry now, kicking out at Crispian with her high-heeled shoes and trying desperately to find some means of stimulating her body. But it was hopeless and within minutes she found herself tied to the very chair that Annabel had sat on to punish her. Her arms were fastened behind the back of the chair with a silk scarf, a black leather belt went round her waist and the chair and finally each of her legs was fastened to a chair leg with
strong
cords. The chair was then turned so that it faced Crispian’s bed.

‘There, doesn’t she look nice!’ laughed Crispian. Annabel regarded the scowling Tania and at the look of urgent sexual need in Tania’s eyes her own belly tightened and she felt the dampness between her thighs increase.

Very slowly Crispian turned Annabel so that she was facing him and then he gently unlaced the front of her basque, peeling it back as he went so that the flesh was slowly exposed to the relatively cool air of the bedroom.

Shivers of excitement ran through her and when he finally freed her breasts entirely and cupped them carefully in his hands, his long fingers stroking delicately at the undersides, her whole body shook with excited expectation.

‘See how greedy she is!’ said Crispian, laughing and turning to his silent and fastened stepsister. ‘Who’d have imagined she’d be so anxious for pleasure!’ Annabel wanted to feel his mouth on her breasts, to savour the sensation of his tongue flicking across her already hardening nipples, but Crispian was busy removing her skirt and apron, letting them fall to the ground so that she was left in the opened basque, white lace knickers, black stockings and high-heeled shoes.

He moved her to face the imprisoned Tania and then stood behind her, his hands roaming over her hips and down her upper thighs while he pressed his body against her so that she could feel his excitement through his trousers.

Very tenderly his hands unfastened the suspenders that held up the black fishnet stockings, and then he was easing them down Annabel’s slim legs, his fingers touching her lightly like feathers as the stockings were peeled away leaving the skin bare.

Annabel could feel herself shaking. She wanted more, wanted him to take her fiercely and urgently, to touch her on the hard moist nub of pleasure that was pressing
against
the crotch of her panties, but Crispian was determined to take his time. This was all part of Tania’s punishment.

As Tania watched helplessly, Crispian proceeded to remove Annabel’s panties and when he stroked the softly rounded buttocks Tania whimpered with frustration. Her own bottom was still hot and aching from the spanking it had received, and she longed for the same caress that Annabel was now receiving.

To Annabel’s shame, the sound of Tania’s jealousy only increased her own need and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Crispian’s hands tightened on the cheeks of her bottom, squeezing and releasing them in a steady rhythm that pulled on the flesh surrounding her clitoris, easing it backwards and then letting it slip back into place again, insidiously stimulated.

Finally, leaving her in just the opened basque, Crispian pressed Annabel back onto the bed and Tania watched furiously as he separated her legs and then drew on his most recent sex toy, a soft latex massage mitten that was covered in tiny probes.

Carefully he eased Annabel’s legs apart and spread scented massage lotion over the insides of her thighs and her lower abdomen. Annabel’s body jumped slightly at the coolness, but then he began to move the massage glove over her and with a groan of delight she felt him moving across her lower body. It felt as though masses of tongues were gently licking at her flesh. When he applied more pressure, she arched her hips up towards him, loving the coiling, aching sensations that were coming from deep inside her.

Crispian turned Annabel so that Tania could see them both more clearly and then he allowed his tongue to flick sharply against her tight, pointed nipples. When her hands went round his neck and pulled him harder against her, he let his teeth nip at the soft, pale-brown skin of the
areolae
. Annabel gasped and bucked, feeling the heavy pulse of an orgasm beginning to build between her thighs.