Dark Obsession (31 page)

As Tania shivered Luke turned her around and now the auburn-haired girl positively cringed as once more the cold sponge was held against her hot skin, and then squeezed until all the water had flowed down her spine.

Despite her protests, it was clear from Tania’s shining
eyes
and swollen body that this was what she wanted, what she craved more than anything, and when she was led back to stand in front of her stepbrother they stared at each other in a frenzy of mutual desire.

Crispian’s tongue darted out and moistened his lips while Tania stood in front of him, her pale creamy skin covered in a sheen of water. Almost languidly Crispian raised his hand and then with a quick flick of his wrist the whip cracked in the air before falling across Tania’s right breast, leaving it covered in tiny red lines.

Her body trembled so much at the moment of impact that Annabel thought the other girl was going to have an orgasm there and then, but she didn’t, merely trembling on the brink as her stepbrother eyed her with satisfaction.

‘Ask me to do the same for the other breast,’ he commanded her.

Tania shook her head. ‘You know you want to do it as much as I want it done, just get on with it,’ she retorted, but Crispian refused. He continued to stand in front of her, the instrument of pleasure in his hand, and waited for her to speak.

Tania waited too, determined not to be the one to break, but in the end her body’s urgent clamouring for this dark, bitter pleasure that meant so much to her proved too insistent to resist. ‘Please, do the same again,’ she begged Crispian.

‘How hard shall I hit you?’ he asked, prolonging her agonising wait.

‘Harder than last time,’ she implored him. ‘I want to really feel it when the whip lands.’

‘Like this?’ he queried, and with a snapping sound the leather rose and fell in the air, landing right across the second nipple and causing Tania to scream with ecstasy.

‘Yes! Like that, like that!’ she moaned, and then she lay down on the floor, her legs spread wide. ‘On my stomach,’ she begged. ‘Hit me there, and then take me, Crispian. Do it the way we like best. I need to feel the whip everywhere.
Nothing
else can satisfy me, you know that. It’s what we both live for.’

Matthew tugged at Annabel’s hand. ‘Come on, let’s leave them to it. They don’t need us any more.’

Annabel knew that he was right, but there was a terrible fascination about the scene unfolding in front of them, and she stayed where she was for a moment as Crispian moved to stand over his stepsister’s body, his penis jutting out with an angry purple tip as he drew the leather thongs of the whip gently around each of Tania’s breasts and then down the middle of her lower body, while she squirmed and cried out for him to let her feel the sting of it striking her.

A tiny drop of clear moisture fell from Crispian’s penis and Tania jumped as it landed on her skin. But realising what it was, she laughed triumphantly and at the sound of her laughter Crispian raised his arm and let the whip fall across her belly.

It rose and fell several times and Tania’s screams gave way to soft whimpering sounds of pleasure that slowly intensified until at last Crispian threw away the whip and hurled himself onto his stepsister’s leather-ringed body.

He moved violently, angrily, but with skill and precision so that within seconds the pair of them were well on the way to a frenzied simultaneous climax, a climax that suddenly Annabel didn’t want to see. Their desperation was frightening; it was as though they were capable of being consumed by this terrible need for each other, a perverted, dark obsession that, for the most part, they kept concealed from the outside world.

‘I didn’t realise it was quite like this,’ she whispered as she and Matthew left the room, closely followed by Sheba, Amanda and Luke. The door was closed behind them by the footman, Michael. Forgotten by everyone once he was no longer needed, Michael was determined to stay until the very end, reasoning that the two young people on the floor would need someone they could trust in the household
and
certain that, after all he’d witnessed, he would be their automatic choice.

‘I’d heard rumours to that effect,’ admitted Matthew. ‘All the same, it’s different when you actually see it. Somehow I don’t think Crispian will ever marry anyone else, do you?’

Annabel shook her head. ‘How could he? They’ll never be free of each other, and they’d never be able to keep apart even if he did marry, so what’s the point? Besides, it isn’t as though they’re blood relations. It’s only money that really stands in their way.’

‘Money that Leyton Hall needs to survive,’ Matthew pointed out.

‘Crispian and Tania will probably spend their lives here in a blaze of sexual passion that only ends when the roof falls in on them!’ laughed Luke.

‘What’s that noise?’ asked Sheba as they walked along the landing.

Annabel listened for a moment. ‘It’s coming from Lord Corbett-Wynne’s room,’ she said. ‘I can imagine what’s going on in there, too!’

‘What?’ asked Amanda.

‘I’ll show you,’ said Annabel with a smile. She turned the doorknob very carefully, and then pushed gently so that the door swung partly open.

In the middle of the room, naked except for a black blindfold and with his hands bound behind his back with a strip of black leather, Lord Corbett-Wynne was kneeling upright in front of Sandra, whose hands were pressing lightly on each side of his head, which was tilted slightly backwards. Between his thighs another girl, similar in appearance to Sandra but with dark instead of fair hair, was drawing his massive penis into her mouth and sucking on it. Every time he started to quiver and his testicles tightened, she would draw her mouth away, letting her teeth graze the sides of his erection as she did so.

From the landing the group watched in fascination as
this
process was repeated four times until Lord Corbett-Wynne began making frantic gurgling sounds as he struggled to control himself. When the noises became too loud Sandra abruptly pushed him forward until his forehead was touching the ground and his naked buttocks were fully exposed to the secret spectators.

‘Now for your treat,’ said Sandra, and her sister Melanie giggled as she watched Sandra greasing the end of a riding crop. ‘I’m going to do what you like best,’ Sandra promised the bound and submissive man, ‘but you mustn’t come because you’re going to make love to both of us afterwards, aren’t you?’

Lord Corbett-Wynne groaned again, apparently unable to form any proper words. ‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ continued Sandra, and then, as Annabel and the rest of them continued to watch with a mixture of astonishment and arousal, she eased the well-lubricated end of the crop into the opening between his buttocks, rotating it as she pressed upwards.

‘Aagh!’ gasped Lord Corbett-Wynne, feeling his climax rushing towards a conclusion.

Sandra’s hand was still and she let go of the crop, leaving it sticking out from between his buttocks. ‘Careful,’ she cautioned him. ‘Save something for us, or we’ll be very angry with you.’

He mumbled something unintelligible and Sandra raised her right foot, clad in a high-heeled shoe, and placing it on his spine she allowed some of her weight to press against him. Lord Corbett-Wynne’s excitement increased and when Melanie started to gently move the crop handle he made a sound of protest, knowing that he couldn’t control himself for much longer.

‘Take it out,’ ordered Sandra, and with one deft hand movement Melanie obeyed, leaving him gasping as he breathed heavily through his open mouth in an attempt to quell his impending climax.

Amanda had never seen anything like it in her life. She
was
totally fascinated. Luke’s hands began to creep round her from behind. He pressed against her hips and lower stomach, his fingertips digging against the flesh above her pubic bone, and she found that she too was on the brink of an orgasm, an orgasm that she was helpless to control.

Lord Corbett-Wynne was in the same position. Pulled back into an upright kneeling position by the increasingly dominant Sandra, he felt the touch of the leather strap around his erection, and despite his overwhelming desire to make love to the two girls, that touch was fatal. As the strap tugged at the root of his penis he felt his glans tingling and then his sperm was gushing out of him and falling on to the carpet.

‘What a shame!’ laughed Sandra. ‘Now Melanie and I will have to make love to each other while you just lie there quietly and listen.’

‘No!’ gasped her employer. ‘That’s it for today. It’s time to release me. I’ll see to you both another day.’

‘Sorry,’ said Sandra, who didn’t sound sorry at all. ‘Unless you can unfasten your own hands and get your blindfold off, you haven’t any choice.’ Leaving the helpless lord on his bedroom floor, she and her sister began to fondle each other, uttering tiny squeals of pleasure as they began their explorations.

‘Don’t worry,’ Sandra called to the prostrate man as he remained helpless on the carpet. ‘I’ll tell you exactly what we’re doing.’

As she began her vivid description Matthew reached across Annabel and pulled the door quietly closed. ‘I think we’ll leave this family to their own devices,’ he commented. ‘Personally I’d rather be taking part in some action myself than watching the occupants of Leyton Hall. Perhaps if they need money they should invite interested members of the public to watch them at play!’

Outside the front door Annabel and Matthew walked towards his car while the other three went off to Luke’s. ‘You’re sure you’ll be all right, Amanda?’ called Annabel.

Amanda smiled. ‘I’ve never had so much fun,’ she called back. ‘It beats breeding pigs any day.’

‘I rather imagine it does,’ murmured Matthew as he started the car. ‘Now, let’s get back to the Old Mill. It’s time we were alone together.’

Annabel sighed with pleasure and settled back in her seat. This was what she’d wanted from the moment she first set eyes on Sir Matthew Stevens.

Chapter Thirteen

ANNABEL SAT UP
in the huge bed and moved several of the cream-coloured pillows behind her until she was more comfortable. She looked around the vast room, her designer’s eye approving of the cream and beige colour scheme. Above the head of the bed, suspended from the high ceiling, ruched cream curtains were tied back to drape gently around the sides of the pillows and the matching curtains at the windows were partly opened to allow in some of the morning light.

Checking her bedside clock she saw that it was already ten-thirty. Since moving to the London apartment for the weekdays she and Matthew had been caught up in the London social whirl, and her intention of returning to work had begun to fade into the background, despite David’s entreaties.

She liked the apartment. All the rooms were spacious and she’d been able to choose every item of furniture herself. Matthew liked nice things but style and colour schemes were of no interest to him. ‘As long as you’re here, I’m happy,’ he’d remarked when she’d started consulting him, and that had been that.

Despite the six months that they’d been together his
sexual
inventiveness could still astonish her. Every morning she would awake sated and aching from the excitement of the previous night, and often he’d take her in the day as well. Only the previous afternoon he’d made passionate love to her in the kitchen while one of his London friends had waited, blissfully unaware, in the library. He’d brought her to such a pitch of ecstasy that he’d had to muffle her final cries with his hand, leaving her exhausted while he’d gone off to his club with his friend.

It was all perfect, she thought, and yet somehow it wasn’t. There was something missing, something that she couldn’t explain, and couldn’t even begin to identify. But it was there and sometimes it left her feeling hollow and frustrated.

She’d caught Matthew looking askance at her once or twice and knew that he sensed her vague dissatisfaction. But he didn’t ask her any questions, for which she was immensely grateful – because she didn’t have any answers.

She was still passionately in love with him, still felt a tug of physical desire every time she saw him. She couldn’t understand why it was that she felt restless, when she should have been deliriously happy.

Today was her birthday. She had quite expected Matthew to wake her early, make love to her, and then give her his present, but there was no sign of him and the house seemed silent. Perhaps he too was wondering if their arrangement was really perfect, she thought, and felt a moment’s panic. She didn’t want to lose him; she loved their weekends at the Old Mill and their weeks in London. If only there hadn’t been this sense of incompleteness that seemed to increase rather than diminish the longer they were together.

Getting up, she took a long lazy bath, after which she pulled on a turquoise silk kimono and wandered through to the library. The room was dominated by a scarlet brocade sofa with matching chairs, while scarlet and white
rugs
were strewn over the shiny wooden floor. The room usually soothed her. Entering slowly, she was surprised to find that there were people there already.

Matthew, who was standing by the sofa, turned and smiled at her. ‘Good morning, darling. You were sleeping so heavily earlier I didn’t like to wake you. Now that you’re up I’d like you to meet Neil and Leah.’

Annabel pulled her kimono more tightly around her, suddenly very aware of the fact that she was naked beneath it, and smiled at the people standing at the far end of the room. The young man, in his mid-twenties, she thought, was tall and had long light-brown hair while his companion, Leah, was tiny with waist-length blonde hair and a fragile look.

‘Hi!’ Annabel said brightly. ‘Sorry I’m not dressed, but Matthew didn’t mention visitors.’

Neil’s eyes fastened onto the deep-plunging neckline of the kimono, and as Annabel moved forward and the gown parted to reveal her thighs she heard his quick intake of breath.

‘Neil’s considering setting up his own interior design company and I thought you might like to help him,’ said Matthew.