Dark Obsession (5 page)

Sandra’s breasts were tight and tingling and she could feel the leather straps between her legs growing more and more damp. She desperately longed to be touched there, to have the straps pushed aside and feel her employer’s clever tongue against her straining flesh. But that wasn’t part of the rules.

Lord Corbett-Wynne was rapidly approaching the point of no return. The tip of his penis was throbbing and his testicles felt tight in their leather pouch. Just before he passed that point Sandra pulled unexpectedly on the leash, jerking his manhood upwards and away from the stimulation of her magnificent breasts.

‘No!’ he shouted furiously. ‘I was ready then.’

‘Well, I wasn’t,’ said Sandra coolly, relishing her role and aware that if she could dominate him even more than he’d expected she might well be able to reach a powerful position in his house. ‘I want you to stimulate me more first. Remove the straps between my thighs.’

‘I can’t,’ he muttered. ‘I’ve still got the blindfold on.’

‘I expect you to do it with the blindfold on,’ she said calmly. ‘What’s more, I expect it to be done quickly.’ And with that she flicked him again with the whip.

James Corbett-Wynne wasn’t sure that he liked this turn of events. He’d been so close to satisfaction that his testicles were now exceedingly painful and all he wanted to do was come between the girl’s magnificent breasts.

The whip flicked over his back once more, but this time it didn’t just sting, it hurt, and he felt a surge of almost
unbearable
arousal, greater than anything he’d had for a long time. ‘Hurry up!’ Sandra said irritably.

He knew that this was as an important moment. If he did as she said and let her dictate the way the game went, then he would be in her power. But it was so deliciously thrilling that he hardly hesitated for a moment and as he reached blindly down her body, fumbling for the metal loop that held her straps in place, he knew that he was lost.

Once he’d managed to unfasten the thongs he turned himself round on the bed until he was poised above her, facing her feet. Carefully he lowered himself to take his weight on his elbows and then he reached under her thighs and pulled them apart.

Sandra sighed with satisfaction as she felt him opening her outer sex lips and immediately he began kissing the entire vulval area, his lips teasing her moist, needy flesh. She shivered as she felt a climax beginning to build and then his tongue was swirling around her clitoris, flicking against the side of the tiny stem before stabbing more firmly along her inner channel.

Her hips began to move of their own accord and her body brushed against his. He moaned in protest, terrified that he might come before she gave him permission and aware that, if he did, unlike her predecessor this girl wouldn’t hesitate to punish him.

Then, as the long-awaited pressure built steadily in Sandra, her employer slid two fingers into her vagina while at the same time drawing her clitoris into his mouth and letting his teeth graze very softly against the incredibly sensitive bud.

With a wild scream of satisfaction Sandra’s body exploded into a climax and as she bucked wildly beneath him she reached up and closed her right hand around his thick, swollen member. He gasped, and when she moved her hand rapidly up and down he tried to move so that he could come over her breasts, but she wouldn’t let him and
he
was forced to stay where he was as his orgasm rushed through him and the thick white liquid spilled out of the crimson glans and fell onto Sandra’s still trembling belly.

As soon as he’d finished James tore off his blindfold and climbed off the bed. He didn’t look at the groom lying replete on his bed but started to remove his harness and dress again. ‘Hurry up and get back to the stables,’ he said shortly. ‘You might be missed.’

‘Yes, your lordship,’ said Sandra, meekly aware that at this moment he would want her gone as quickly as possible. But she knew that she’d soon be sent for again, and intended to keep him in thrall for as long as possible.

Once the door had closed softly behind her, Lord Corbett-Wynne sank down on his bed. Richard had been right. This girl was something special.

Sandra walked along the corridor well satisfied physically and mentally. She scarcely noticed Annabel, who was making her way to her room after her talk with Lady Corbett-Wynne, but Annabel noticed her and wondered what one of the grooms was doing wandering around on the third floor.

Because her head was still full of the ideas they’d been discussing it took Annabel a few minutes to really appreciate her bedroom, which at first glance seemed cold and sparsely furnished. However, there was a made-up fire in the grate, which she decided she’d have lit in the evening, and the bed was a gleaming imitation Jacobean four-poster, the wood warm and well polished. The one window in the room was set in a tiled alcove and through the tiny latticed panes she could see the courtyard where some of the horses were being returned to their stables.

The carpet had once been rich-coloured and thick, but it was now thin and dull, as were the brocade chair and daybed. Although vast, her wardrobe looked to be on its last legs and she found she had trouble closing the doors.

The ceiling was covered in a giant mural depicting a hunt in full cry. It was beautifully painted and at first she
didn’t
notice that several of the ladies on horseback were bare-chested and exceptionally well endowed. She looked more closely and made out figures apparently copulating in the bracken as the hunt went by. ‘Bizarre!’ she muttered to herself, wondering who’d chosen to ruin the decoration with such a tasteless touch.

A small door at the far side of the room led down two steps into a bathroom that took her breath away. It was tiny, but the rich wood panels gleamed in the light of the candles that surrounded the old fashioned deep basin and mirrored shelf, while a three-sided copper bath fitted into the far corner. A crimson Persian rug covered the strip of floor between the bath and the basin, and ruby red towels hung over heated rails beneath the small rectangular window. Annabel hoped that Lady Corbett-Wynne didn’t intend to try to modernise this room. It was quite perfect.

Returning to the bedroom she took her notebook out of her briefcase and started to jot down the main points of their conversation. She’d only just begun when there was a knock on the door.

‘Yes?’ called Annabel.

‘It’s me, Tania,’ came the reply. ‘May I come in?’

Annabel opened the door. ‘Please do. I was just admiring the bathroom.’

Tania smiled. ‘Great, isn’t it! Crispian and I have some fun in there with our visitors, I can tell you.’

Annabel didn’t quite know how to reply. ‘Was there something you wanted?’ she asked after a pause.

‘Crispian wondered if you’d like to join us for afternoon tea. Dinner won’t be until nine tonight, it helps stave off the hunger pangs.’

‘Sounds lovely,’ agreed Annabel.

‘Wonderful! We’ll be in the music room, that’s on the first floor, second on the left when you reach the bottom of the stairs. Don’t bother to change, Crispian adores businesswomen in suits.’

Annabel hadn’t thought of her long-line caramel jacket
worn
over a short skirt and beige blouse as a suit and immediately felt over-dressed, particularly in comparison with Tania, who had changed into a short, pale-blue A-line dress, was bare-legged and had a pair of scruffy trainers on her feet.

‘What about tonight?’ she asked. ‘Is dress formal then?’

‘Frightfully formal. We’ve got a new neighbour, Sir Matthew Stevens, a widower, coming over, and Step-papa’s bound to want to impress him. I can’t imagine why. He’s new money too.’

‘New money?’

Tania smiled. ‘Sure, you know, he made a fortune exploiting the masses and got knighted for services to industry. Not much different to Crispian’s grandfather who was given Leyton Hall in return for donating enormous chunks of his ill-gotten wealth to charity. You didn’t think we’d lived here for generations, I hope? If so, you’ve been brought here under false pretences. My mother’s the genuine article. That’s why she’s so neurotic I expect, generations of inbreeding, but Step-papa’s a very different story.’

‘Oh!’ Annabel said feebly. She was fascinated, but didn’t think that Tania should really be telling her all this, especially as she’d only just arrived. ‘Your mother’s got exquisite taste,’ she said quickly. ‘Her ideas for the Hall are lovely.’

‘Sure, but her taste let her down when she chose her second husband, don’t you think? No, better not answer that, after all he can always send you packing if he doesn’t like the way you do things. Mother might pay the bills but the house belongs to him! See you in a few minutes, right?’

‘Right,’ agreed Annabel, somewhat overwhelmed by the auburn-haired girl’s flow of conversation.

It was nearly twenty minutes before she made her way to the music room as it took longer than she’d expected to write up her notes. When she pushed open the door she didn’t notice the grand piano at the opposite end, or the
numerous
antiques that littered the rather battered tables and sideboards around the room, because her whole attention fastened on to what was happening in the middle of the room.

Tania and her stepbrother were locked in a passionate embrace, their heads together as they kissed with all the pent-up hunger of lovers who’d been kept apart for years.

They didn’t hear Annabel come in. While they’d been waiting Crispian had mentioned that he thought Annabel was very attractive. Tania’s response had been to throw one of her temper tantrums, and as usual he’d only been able to stop her by taking her in his arms, but once he’d done this his feelings had taken over and now all he was aware of was her mouth.

At the first touch of his soft, supple lips against hers Tania had gone weak at the knees, and then he’d sucked gently on her lower lip until he’d felt her tongue pressing against his mouth, delicately insistent as she tried to run it over his teeth.

He parted his lips to let her and almost at once their tongues were locked in a familiar erotic battle, Crispian allowing his tongue to probe in and out of her mouth in a gradually increasing rhythm that made Tania remember the way he would penetrate her between her thighs. Sighing, she wrapped her arms round his neck and he began to kiss the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, the lobes of her ears and then finally, blissfully he moved his mouth to the side of her neck and nipped tenderly at the exposed flesh.

Tania’s legs started to shake and when his arms began to stroke her hips and buttocks through the fabric of her dress she edged backwards towards the settee, suddenly desperate for a quick, urgent coupling. It was then that Annabel, standing red-faced and silent in the doorway, cleared her throat.

Tania groaned in annoyance as Crispian gently released her and turned to greet the newcomer. ‘Annabel!’ he said.
‘Sorry
, completely forgot you were joining us for tea. Have a seat. Tania, ring the bell for Susan, there’s an angel.’

‘I’d rather have a stiff brandy,’ muttered Tania, her whole body hot with desire.

Crispian smiled at the discomforted Annabel. ‘Found your way all right then?’

‘Er, yes,’ responded Annabel, uncertain whether she was more shocked by what she’d seen or the way her own body had responded to it. Her breasts felt tight against her blouse and her mouth seemed swollen, as though Crispian’s lips had bruised them with his passion.

He saw her bright eyes and the delicate stain of pink on her cheeks and knew that he’d have her before she left Leyton Hall. No doubt she’d only be a diversion, but an interesting one, and he’d enjoy telling Tania about it. Their sex together was always given extra spice when he was bedding another woman.

The maid arrived with the tea and plates of sandwiches and cakes. Crispian ate hungrily but neither Tania nor Annabel had much appetite and both of them had difficulty in holding their cups steady.

‘What does your boyfriend think about you spending three weeks with us?’ asked Tania, her eyes cold.

‘I’m fancy-free at the moment,’ confessed Annabel. ‘My work takes up most of my energy these days.’

‘What a waste,’ murmured Crispian. ‘Tania and I always find time for play.’ He grinned boyishly and Annabel found it impossible not to smile back at him.

Tania crossed her legs, revealing thighs that, although slender, were surprisingly muscular. ‘Do you ride?’ she asked.

Annabel shook her head. ‘I’ve never tried, but I don’t like horses very much, or dogs either,’ she added, noticing that the two bassets she’d seen on her arrival had now come into the room.

‘I hope Dopey and Dozey don’t bother you?’ laughed Crispian. ‘They wouldn’t hurt a fly.’

‘They certainly look harmless,’ agreed Annabel, still trying to rid her mind of the image of this slender fair-haired young man locked in such a torrid embrace with his own stepsister.

‘They’re more reliable than men,’ retorted Tania.

‘The visitor tonight,’ said Annabel. ‘What’s he like?’

‘Out of your league,’ drawled Tania. ‘He’s in his mid-forties, I should think, and definitely a man of the world. Quite attractive really, tall with lots of brown curly hair and one of those interesting faces that make you think he’s seen and done almost everything.’

‘Sounds fascinating,’ said Annabel.

‘Not to me!’ exclaimed Crispian. ‘I hate competition.’

‘I’ve seen him a couple of times when I’ve been out riding,’ explained Tania. ‘I wouldn’t mind trying him out.’

Annabel glanced at Crispian to see what he thought of this, but he didn’t seem very interested. ‘Pa was interviewing his new groom this afternoon, Tania,’ he said after a pause. ‘I hope she was up to the mark!’

As Tania laughed, Annabel remembered the girl in corduroys that she’d seen walking along the corridor on the way to her bedroom. ‘Does your father have an office on the same floor as our bedrooms?’ she asked with interest. ‘If so, I think I must have seen the girl.’

Tania giggled.

‘He interviews them in his bedroom,’ said Crispian, looking directly into Annabel’s eyes. ‘He has special requirements of the grooms, and that’s the only place he can really test them out.’