Dark Obsession (30 page)

Now Jerry lightened the pressure again until finally only his fingertips were gliding against the lubricated skin of her softly rounded bottom. Watching the way her hips were moving he knew that her excitement was mounting. Using well-oiled fingers, he stroked up along the inside of each of her thighs in turn, starting at the knee and trailing up to the little dip at the base of her spine. On the downward stroke the pressure was so light she could scarcely feel it and every nerve ending in her body yearned for a heavier touch, but it was the contrast between the upward and downward movement that caused her sexual arousal to increase.

‘Turn over,’ he whispered as her cries increased in urgency. Half dazed by the glorious sensations she obeyed, and found him looking down at her with an expression of such tenderness that any remaining doubts that might have lingered in her mind were instantly banished.

To her surprise he lifted her right foot in his hands, cradling it behind the ankle and very slowly rotating it. At first it simply felt pleasant and relaxing, but as he persisted she started to feel a stirring in her pelvis and groin, a stirring that increased until the whole area became heavy and engorged with longing. She could hardly bear it when he released the foot only to lift the other and start the whole process again. Now the heaviness overflowed into her vulva and she could feel her outer sex-lips parting as she grew moist and receptive between her thighs.

Jerry could tell how aroused she was by her swollen breasts, her erect nipples and the continual, tiny jerking movements of her hips, but still he prolonged the exquisite torture. Moving his body so that he was sitting beside her
on
the bed he let his fingers trail over her belly in a sideways movement and then did the same between her hips and across her ribs. There was a throbbing between Marina’s thighs that screamed for attention and the more he touched her, the heavier the insistent pulse grew, until without realising what she was doing Marina moved her own hand between her thighs and tentatively touched the spot that was almost driving her mad with desire.

Very gently Jerry removed her hand, ignoring her groan of protest. ‘In a moment,’ he promised her, as his roaming fingers strayed over her breasts, moving in circles around her hard little nipples.

Marina closed her eyes and savoured every moment of the seduction. Her body was swollen and tight, the pressure steadily mounting towards the moment of release, and she seemed to be drifting on a cloud of blissful eroticism. ‘How shall I take you?’ he asked against her ear. ‘Tell me what you like best.’

Marina had no idea; she simply wanted him to continue pleasuring her as he was now, to keep the tension the same until the actual moment of explosive release. ‘You choose,’ she said softly.

Jerry was so aroused himself by the way Marina had responded to every touch that he knew he’d come very quickly, and had to choose a position that would trigger her climax swiftly as well.

‘Once I’m inside you I want you to tense your buttocks,’ he said quietly, continuing to massage her breasts. ‘Then thrust upwards as you swivel your hips. When you move your hips downwards, tighten your internal muscles, as though you’re trying to milk me.’

His words made her shiver with anticipation, and as he eased himself into her, his erection rock hard, she obediently tensed the cheeks of her bottom and immediately felt the walls of her vagina tightening about the thickness of his shaft. Strange coiling sensations ran up through her lower abdomen from behind her pubic bone.

‘Lift now,’ he reminded her and she did, swivelling her hips at the same time so that the swirling quivers of pleasure intensified into a stronger sensation that seemed to take over. On the downward movement she tightened her internal muscles automatically in order to add to her own pleasure.

Suddenly all the pressure seemed to draw in on her, until it was centred right behind her clitoris and there it merged into a heavy throb that was driving her out of her mind as it beat out its message of urgent need.

‘Again,’ said Jerry, his voice tight with his own efforts at self control. ‘Do it all again, and move more quickly this time.’

Marina was past caring about anything but her own needs. She heard his words and obeyed them, but only because she sensed that this way lay her one chance of release. Even on the second movement the elusive climax refused to come and she was left teetering on the edge of the final shattering explosion that she so desperately needed. Frantically now she thrust up and down. At last the pulse quickened, every muscle in her body grew hard and tight and then, on her fourth downward pull, her entire body was pierced with unbearably intense shards of pleasure that caused her to buck mindlessly on the bed, and she flung her arms out to the sides as even her hands tingled with the force of her orgasm.

As she climaxed, her muscles gripped Jerry with an almost cruel force and he felt his semen rushing upwards through his penis and the muscles around his rectum tightening just before the moment of release. He heard himself groaning as his orgasm went on and on. The final wrenching moments were nearly painful for him, but at last they were both finished and he sank down beside her, pulling her sweat-covered body against his.

‘I’ve never been so happy,’ said Marina, pressing herself against him in order to feel every inch of his wonderfully
masculine
body and savour the hardness of his young muscles.

‘Nor have I,’ admitted Jerry. ‘The only thing that worries me is whether I’ll always be able to make you happy. You’ll soon tire of living in a tiny cottage, no matter how good the sex is.’

Marina laughed. ‘We don’t have to live here for ever. I have a lot of money of my own. In the past I’ve spent it on Leyton Hall, but from now on I shall use it for us. We’ll set up a stud farm somewhere. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

There was nothing Jerry would have liked better but he hesitated. ‘I don’t want to be a kept man,’ he said firmly.

‘You won’t be,’ Marina assured him. ‘It will be in both our names, and since I know nothing about horses its success or failure will depend on you.’

‘But what will you do? Stud farms need a lot of hard work.’

‘We’ll be able to afford some help! I’ll be happy looking after the house and knowing that we’ll be together every night.’

‘What about Lord Corbett-Wynne?’

‘I intend to divorce him,’ Marina said firmly. ‘He won’t cause any trouble: he’ll be too frightened I’ll talk about his penchant for the girl grooms.’

‘You’ve got it all planned, haven’t you?’ Jerry exclaimed. He was surprised.

Marina let her hands stray down his body until she touched his penis, now shrunken and still between his legs. ‘Yes,’ she said with a throaty laugh. ‘I’ve decided that I’ve earned some happiness at last.’

To his astonishment Jerry felt himself begin to stir as her fingers softly played over the thin area of skin behind his penis. ‘I just hope you leave me with enough strength to run the stud farm,’ he said with a muffled laugh, and then he was moving her up and down against him, restimulating her whole body until she felt the stirrings of desire
begin
again. At that moment she knew for certain that she would never miss Leyton Hall.

In Crispian’s bedroom the activity had restarted as well. Tania had gone into the bathroom to change and re-emerged wearing a black leather strapsuit. The straps circled her breasts, plunged in a V-shape to her thighs and then split so that the tops of her legs were also circled, while her inner sex-lips were revealed by the tightness of the two straps that pulled on each side of her vagina.

Walking across the room she handed Matthew a leather cat-o’-nine-tails. ‘Use it on me,’ she said imperiously. ‘I want you to cover my breasts with it. Don’t worry, I enjoy the pain.’

Matthew shook his head. ‘Sorry, Tania, that’s not my scene.’

For the first time since she arrived at the Hall, Annabel saw Tania look taken aback. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked after a moment.

He smiled. ‘I mean, I’m not into whipping women.’

‘But it’s what I want!’ she said angrily. ‘It turns me on.’

‘I’m sure one of the others will be pleased to oblige. I really think it’s time that Annabel and I left now.’

‘Steady on,’ said Crispian, who’d been watching the interchange with interest. ‘You can’t take Annabel away. She works here.’

Matthew turned to Annabel. ‘What do you think, Annabel?’

Annabel picked up her evening dress and began to put it on. ‘I think it’s time I handed in my notice,’ she said with a smile.

Matthew helped her pull her dress over her head, his hands caressing every available inch of her skin as he did so. ‘I want to make love to you again,’ he said thickly. ‘I want to make you come and come until you’re begging for mercy. I want to take you in every position and every way possible. I’m going to –’

‘What about my mother?’ Tania asked icily. ‘Do you imagine she’ll forgive you? And then there’s David Crosbie. He’ll be the laughing-stock of London once people learn that his personally recommended assistant was not only hopelessly inadequate but also thoroughly unprofessional.’

‘What does it matter to you what your mother thinks?’ Matthew demanded angrily.

Tania smiled. It was a very thin smile. ‘It doesn’t really, but I can always pretend. I tell you what, if you’re so anxious to protect Annabel’s good name, use the whip on me and then I’ll keep quiet.’

Crispian watched as Matthew struggled to keep his temper in check. It was obvious the man had no desire to indulge Tania, but neither did he want David’s career to suffer as a result of their involvement. He hesitated, his hand slowly moving towards the outstretched whip, and at that moment Amanda spoke.

‘I saw your mother leaving the Hall with a suitcase a short time ago, Tania,’ she said innocently. ‘Perhaps she’s going to be away for a while, so it won’t matter what Annabel does, will it?’

Tania shot her a look of fury. ‘My mother doesn’t even get out of bed before ten in the morning,’ she said.

‘She did this morning,’ insisted Amanda.

‘Amanda’s right,’ confirmed Sheba. ‘I saw her too, out of the alcove window there. She looked like a woman on her way to an assignation!’

Crispian laughed. ‘Perhaps she’s finally decided to leave Papa. How amusing; he’ll be dumbstruck. Is it the stable manager, do you think? Surely not! Marina’s far too well-bred for a rough-and-tumble in the hay, wouldn’t you say, Tania? Unlike Annabel here, who thoroughly enjoyed it. Remember, Annie?’

Annabel did remember, remembered only too well, but it was the last thing she wanted to think about at this moment when Matthew was promising her so many
sensual
delights and her whole body was hot with desire for him.

‘I didn’t imagine you’d lived the life of a nun,’ Matthew assured her, smiling at her anxious expression.

Losing patience with Matthew, Tania went over to Luke and handed him the whip. ‘You use it,’ she cajoled, thrusting her tightly encircled breasts forward.

Luke shook his head. ‘Sheba and I are leaving now. Would you like to come with us, Amanda? I think we three might have some fun, and Sheba always prefers to have a second woman joining in, don’t you, Sheba?’

The tall girl nodded, squeezing one of Amanda’s breasts lightly between her unusually long fingers. ‘I do,’ she confirmed, ‘and I adore your body, Amanda. It’s so voluptuous. Why don’t you come and stay with us in London for a few days. We’ll go shopping as well, buy you some interesting underwear and some rather more flattering outfits.’

Amanda glanced at Crispian, but he was watching his stepsister, and while Amanda stared at him Tania walked slowly towards him, the whip held in her outstretched hand. She then let the ends rest against his taut stomach muscles for a moment before turning her hand so that he could take hold of the handle.

‘You know what I want,’ she said in a low voice. ‘Only you can ever satisfy me. Do it now, Crispian, before they all go. I want them to watch.’

Matthew’s grip on Annabel’s hand increased in pressure, but he didn’t move towards the door, and neither did any of the others. They all stood in silence as the fair-haired heir of Leyton Hall and his auburn-haired stepsister stood only a few inches apart, their eyes locked together, the physical desire between them crackling in the air like electricity.

At last Crispian grasped the whip and as he grasped it his face changed. The blue eyes turned cold and his mouth narrowed as he reached out with his free hand and
tweaked
one of Tania’s nipples between his fingers. ‘I want a better target,’ he said, his voice almost contemptuous. ‘Someone will have to prepare you for me.’

Tania was taking quick shallow breaths now and she looked appealingly at the others. ‘Will one of you do as he asks?’ she pleaded, desire making her desperate.

Luke nodded, and moving away from Sheba he took Tania by the hand then led her to the bathroom. Almost against their will the others followed, with the exception of Crispian, who remained in the bedroom, tapping the whip against the side of his leg.

Annabel watched Luke fill the basin with cold water from the tap and then he pushed against Tania’s shoulders until her breasts were dangling just above the surface of the liquid. Tania hesitated, unable to make herself plunge them into the cold water, and so Luke did it for her, pushing once more until the leather-rimmed globes disappeared beneath the surface and everyone heard Tania gasp at the shock of the sudden coldness.

Once Tania’s breasts had been fully immersed for nearly half a minute, Luke pulled her upright again, and now they could all see that her nipples were standing out proudly, tight and rigid from the cold.

‘Put some water over her belly and back as well,’ called Crispian. ‘I like the sound of leather against damp skin.’

Tania tried to run back into the bedroom, but Annabel grabbed hold of her and kept her imprisoned until Luke could manhandle her back to the basin. He then held her still while Annabel plunged a sponge into the water and, holding it against Tania’s ribs, she squeezed until tiny droplets of cold water ran down Tania’s stomach and into the creases at the tops of her thighs.