Dark Obsession (20 page)

‘No thanks,’ laughed Annabel. ‘My dreams have never involved marrying a man and his stepsister!’

‘Perhaps you should start considering it,’ said Crispian. ‘It could be the perfect solution.’

‘For you, but not for me, and most definitely not for Tania,’ Annabel said firmly.

Crispian decided to change the subject, satisfied that he’d at least planted the idea in Annabel’s mind. It was strange but what he’d said had been true. Annabel excited him more than any other woman he’d met, apart, of course, from Tania.

‘Amanda will hate the dinner party,’ he said suddenly.

‘Why?’ asked Annabel.

‘Well, after we’ve eaten and when everyone’s had plenty
to
drink we usually have a game or two to liven things up. Everyone takes part, except for my stepmother who always withdraws gracefully to her rooms before she’s forced to see anything undignified!’

‘What kind of games?’ Annabel was intrigued.

‘You’ll see. Oh yes, and after the official evening ends I’m having some of my friends up to my rooms to continue the entertainment. You will join us, won’t you?’

‘I’m not sure.’

‘But you have to!’ he exclaimed, driving the car through the gates of Leyton Hall at breakneck speed. ‘I’ve told Sir Matthew that you’ll be there.’

Despite herself Annabel felt a moment’s excitement. ‘All right then,’ she promised. ‘I’ll be there.’

‘You won’t regret it,’ Crispian assured her.

As they got out of the car, Tania came down the front steps. Dressed in green trousers, a white open-necked shirt and a long red and green waistcoat with brass buttons down the front she looked very attractive and very annoyed.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ she asked Crispian, totally ignoring Annabel.

‘I had to see Amanda; I told you that earlier.’

‘And did Annabel come with you?’

‘No, Annabel went into town looking for fabrics and then we met up so that I could give her a lift back.’

‘Forgotten how to drive, Annabel?’ enquired Tania.

‘There’s something wrong with my gearbox. Someone’s coming out from the local garage to look at it.’

Tania’s top lip curled. ‘How convenient. You could always have borrowed my car.’

‘Don’t be silly, Tania,’ said Crispian, clearly irritated. ‘I was going into town anyway and offered Annabel a lift.’

‘I was bored,’ Tania said sulkily. ‘My horse threw a shoe and when I went to the stables to talk to Jerry he was giving Mother a riding lesson. Can you believe it! She was walking round leading that plodding Betsy by the reins
and
looking petrified. God knows how Jerry put up with it.’

‘He’s paid to put up with it. Besides, perhaps he was grateful he didn’t have to keep you amused.’

‘I need a couple of lessons before the gymkhana,’ said Tania. She looked cross. ‘I hope Mother isn’t planning to monopolise him.’

‘I’m sure he’ll find time to fit you in!’ laughed Crispian, slipping his hand through her arm. ‘Come on, I’m back now so you won’t be bored any longer!’

A few days later, Annabel was surprised to find herself summoned to Lord Corbett-Wynne’s rooms. Lady Corbett-Wynne had seemed lethargic and uninterested in everything Annabel had suggested of late, and as she made her way up the stairs she wondered if she was going to be asked to leave. She hoped not, particularly with the dinner and its attendant entertainment only two days away.

She tapped on the door and waited. There were a few scuffling sounds and then Lord Corbett-Wynne’s voice boomed out for her to come in. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door.

At first she couldn’t see the master of Leyton Hall, but what she couldn’t fail to see was the curvaceous blonde-haired girl standing in front of his dressing-room mirror. Her outfit was astonishing. The full breasts were contained by a shiny black leather lace-up bustier; her midriff was bare and her full hips were covered by a matching lace-up suspender belt which held up sheer black stockings. Her light-brown pubic hair peeped out from beneath the bottom of the suspender belt, and to add to the eroticism of the outfit she was wearing long black gloves that laced down the outsides of her arms and ended halfway over her hands, leaving her fingers free. In her right hand she was holding a riding crop.

Annabel thought the girl looked vaguely familiar, and suddenly she remembered seeing her walking away from
Lord
Corbett-Wynne’s room soon after her arrival at Leyton Hall. She looked around the spacious dressing room, searching for his lordship, and realised that he was sitting quietly in the far corner, perched on a high stool. He was naked to his waist, where a heavy buckled belt secured a pair of very tight-fitting black leather trousers.

‘Sit down, sit down,’ he said sharply, apparently expecting Annabel to ignore the incongruous scene. He waved his hands in the direction of a chair and she realised then that he was wearing handcuffs.

‘I’m sorry, I’ll come back another time,’ stammered Annabel, rapidly becoming unnerved by the whole scenario. ‘I thought that you wanted to see me.’

‘I do! Sandra wanted to see you as well; she’s heard a lot about you, isn’t that right, Sandra?’

‘Yes, your lordship,’ said the girl. Her eyes were bright with suppressed amusement.

As Annabel stood motionless, Sandra moved across the room and turned the key in the door lock, slipping it inside her bustier and then walking back to her original position. Annabel felt a flicker of fear.

‘It’s about my wife,’ continued Lord Corbett-Wynne. ‘She doesn’t seem right to me, much too quiet and agreeable these days. What’s it all about, that’s what I’d like to know. Confided in you, has she?’

‘Lady Corbett-Wynne and I only ever discuss work,’ said Annabel, hoping her voice didn’t betray her increasing anxiety. ‘She seems perfectly normal to me.’

‘Does she argue with you? Make a lot of fuss about nothing?’

‘No, she’s been very co-operative.’

He nodded. ‘There you are then, there’s something wrong with her. That woman’s never been co-operative with anyone from the day I married her. She won’t even let me in her bedroom any more, but luckily I’ve got other girls happy to take her place. Isn’t that right, Sandra?’ The
girl
nodded, her eyes scanning Annabel’s face, testing her reaction.

‘How about you?’ continued Lord Corbett-Wynne. ‘You’re a pretty filly; there are plenty of costumes here that would fit you.’

Annabel backed against the door. ‘It’s very kind of you, but this really isn’t my kind of thing,’ she said feebly, wondering if any of the inhabitants of Leyton Hall led what she’d always considered to be a normal sex life.

‘Ever tried it?’ She shook her head. ‘How do you know then? Tell you what, we’ll let you watch.’

‘I’d rather not,’ said Annabel quickly.

For a moment Lord Corbett-Wynne’s face lost some of its good humour. ‘I’d rather you didn’t encourage my son and my stepdaughter in their games, but I’ll keep my dissatisfaction to myself as long as you do as I ask.’

‘Who told you about that?’ she asked in amazement.

He smiled. ‘No secrets here, my dear. We’re a very united family, in our own peculiar way.’

‘Be quiet!’ said Sandra, her voice hard and commanding. Immediately the man on the stool fell silent. ‘How dare you keep me waiting like this!’ she continued. ‘Don’t you know that I’ve got work to do? I can’t spend all my time here with you.’

Annabel watched and listened, and her eyes strayed to the increasingly obvious bulge in Lord Corbett-Wynne’s crotch. Sandra walked round and round the stool as she talked, and every now and then she’d let her whip trail over his back or down his chest until it came to rest against his belt. Each time the whip touched him he would draw in his breath sharply, and all the time his erection pressed hard against the tight leather trousers.

Now Sandra reached down and her right hand played idly with the bulge. ‘Can’t you control yourself better than that?’ she demanded. He hung his head. ‘Very well, I’m going to blindfold you. Perhaps then you’ll manage not to get excited so quickly.’

‘No!’ he protested, seemingly genuinely put out. ‘I like to watch you.’

‘Be quiet!’ snapped Sandra. ‘If you speak once more without permission I’ll leave.’

Annabel realised that her own breathing was quickening as she watched Sandra at work, and when the heavily padded blindfold was placed round the seated man’s head she took a half-step forward, fascinated by his helpless vulnerability.

Sandra glanced at her and smiled knowingly. She could tell that, despite her reservations, Annabel was becoming excited, just as Sandra’s arousal was increasing. Having a third person present had certainly added an extra dimension to the pleasure.

Very slowly she unzipped Lord Corbett-Wynne’s trousers and then eased his straining penis out of the opening. It was thick and dark, the veins throbbing. Already some pre-ejaculatory fluid had leaked out of the tiny slit at the tip of the glans. With great delicacy Sandra ran the end of her whip along the top of the shaft and then round the head but when he thrust his hips upward she removed it and struck him a stinging blow over his shoulders.

Without realising it Annabel had moved closer now and she stared down at the massive erection in fascination. She’d never seen a man fettered and blindfolded before, but suddenly she could understand how exciting it was to be the woman and have total control.

‘Touch yourself,’ Sandra ordered him. ‘Make yourself bigger, but don’t come.’

Annabel didn’t think it could be possible – he looked ready to burst already – but with a muffled groan he held out his fastened hands and Sandra carefully poured a little oil into his palms.

As soon as he let his slippery fingers touch the base of his shaft Lord Corbett-Wynne’s pelvis jerked and he thrust
his
hips towards the watching women but then fell back on the stool again, straining to keep himself under control.

Sandra watched as he worked his fingers up and down the lower half of his stem, but after a few seconds she lost patience. ‘Move higher, I know that’s what you prefer,’ she instructed him. Reluctantly he obeyed, and now the glans turned an even darker shade of red and the angle of his erection increased until it was pointing up to his stomach.

‘He’s very near,’ whispered Sandra to the silent Annabel. ‘Why don’t you take him in your mouth? When I speak he’ll realise what we’ve done and that will really finish him off.’

Annabel was shocked to realise that this was something she wanted to do. The intensity of Lord Corbett-Wynne’s sexual arousal, the whole atmosphere in the room as his leather-clad mistress stalked around him, everything about the scene seemed to call to Annabel to take part, to experience yet another new sensation.

Sandra ran her fingertips down his lordship’s heaving chest, stopping at his waist to trail them from side to side until a gasp of anguish from him made her stop. ‘Where’s your famous self-control?’ she asked with a sneer in her voice, but the words only increased his excitement and yet more clear fluid seeped out of his slit.

‘Now I’ll have to lick you clean,’ Sandra said irritably, but she motioned towards Annabel with her head. Annabel knew that an opportunity like this wouldn’t come again, and suddenly she found herself down on her knees, her mouth opening to take the large, velvet-skinned glans between her lips.

‘You have to last for three minutes,’ said Sandra, knowing full well that he wouldn’t. Then, much to her delight, Annabel took the throbbing penis into her mouth and began to caress the sensitive ridge beneath the glans with her tongue.

As she worked she felt her own desire growing, not for
the
man in front of her, but for Sir Matthew Stevens. She wished that he was there watching, and that once Lord Corbett-Wynne had taken his pleasure Sir Matthew would take her in his arms, carry her to the nearest bed and then take her swiftly and without any preliminaries.

Inflamed by her own thoughts, Annabel increased her attentions to the now audibly gasping man on the stool. After teasing him lightly with her tongue she suddenly changed rhythm and began to suck on the bursting rod and at the same time she grabbed hold of the chain of his handcuff and pulled his hands to the base of his shaft.

Sandra smiled to herself. It was the best thing Annabel could have done and she hadn’t needed any prompting. As Lord Corbett-Wynne’s hands brushed against the base of his erection Sandra spoke.

‘Use your fingers again; work them up and down to add to your pleasure.’

James couldn’t believe his ears. He’d been picturing Sandra’s mouth closed about him, enjoyed the feel of her lips encasing his manhood in the way he liked best and yet now, even as the delicious suction continued, she was speaking to him. His brain raced for a few seconds and then he realised what must be happening. At the moment of realisation Annabel’s hands grasped his and he was forced to obey Sandra’s final instruction.

It was too much for him to bear and with a loud shout of triumph he felt his sperm rushing upwards and then gushing out of him into Annabel’s greedily receptive mouth, a mouth that continued to milk him remorselessly until his spasming flesh was exhausted.

Sandra touched the other young woman on the shoulder. ‘He’s finished.’ Slightly dazed, Annabel released him and stared up at the stable girl. ‘I never meant …’

‘I know, but it’s exciting, isn’t it?’ Annabel nodded, wishing that there was some way her own excitement could be appeased.

Sandra looked down on the masked man. ‘You didn’t
last
three minutes; you only lasted two. Annabel can choose your forfeit.’

Suddenly Annabel knew what she wanted. Unbelievably, she found that she didn’t care about the other girl watching, or even what Lord Corbett-Wynne wanted; all she cared about was her own satisfaction. Swiftly she slipped off her skirt and panties and sat down across his lordship’s legs, unfastening the front of her blouse as she faced him.

Sandra pushed firmly on the back of his head and as he moved it forward his mouth encountered Annabel’s naked breasts. Immediately his tongue flicked over one of the throbbing nipples and she felt it grow tight and hard. Between her thighs there was a hot ache and she rocked herself to and fro on his leather-covered thighs until Sandra, realising what was needed, released his hands from the cuffs, enabling him to run his right hand down from the valley between Annabel’s breasts to the valley hidden between her thighs.