Dark Obsession (6 page)

Annabel understood him, but his words made her stomach move in a strange way that was rather pleasant. She’d had the same feeling when watching Tania and Crispian together. ‘Really,’ she said calmly, hoping he couldn’t tell how much all this was disturbing her.

‘Not shocked, are you? My stepmother won’t let him near her, he has to get his pleasure somewhere.’

‘Yes, of course. Well, anyway, it really isn’t any of my business,’ Annabel said stiffly.

‘What kind of men do you like?’ asked Tania.

‘I don’t think I’ve got a particular type,’ mused Annabel. ‘Most of my boyfriends have been quite tall, but apart from that they didn’t have anything in common.’

‘I hope they were all good in bed,’ remarked Crispian.

This time Annabel couldn’t stop herself from blushing. ‘Most of them,’ she murmured, trying to sound as casual as he and his stepsister did about all this.

‘You always get a few who are no good, it’s such a bore,’ murmured Tania. ‘I wish men came labelled, marks out of ten or something. That way you could save such a lot of energy finding out for yourself, don’t you agree?’

‘I suppose so, yes.’

Crispian stood up. ‘I think I’ll have a sleep before I get ready for dinner tonight. Meetings about the estate exhaust me. How about you, Tania?’

‘I’m not sleepy,’ Tania said slowly, ‘but I wouldn’t mind a lie-down.’

Annabel swallowed hard. ‘I really ought to have another word with Lady Corbett-Wynne before dinner.’

‘Fine, run along then,’ said Crispian. ‘Just make sure you’re there for dinner. I can’t wait to see you in an evening dress. They’re so feminine. It’s hard to make out what you’re really like under that efficient suit!’ He laughed, and when Tania started to laugh as well, Annabel left them.

As soon as she’d gone Tania turned to her stepbrother. ‘Let’s go upstairs,’ she said huskily. ‘If I have to wait any longer I’ll die, I swear it.’

Crispian took her hand and drew her against him. ‘Me too. Do you think we shocked our visitor?’

‘Who cares, she’s only an employee anyway.’

‘True, but a very attractive one. Your room or mine?’

‘Yours,’ said Tania. ‘I want to use the frame.’

Once they were in Crispian’s bedroom Tania stripped
off
her dress and G-string, the only undergarment she was wearing, while Crispian fetched the frame. He’d built this himself from spare wood found around the stable block when it was being modernised. It sat on the floor but arched over the foot of the bed.

Tania lay on her back on the bed and then her stepbrother eased the frame beneath her lower body, strapping her legs into stirrups before sliding a pillow beneath her hips. Knowing that once the game was underway she might start to struggle he also took the precaution of fastening her wrists to the far corners of his bed with long silk scarves. Then he drew a chair up to the foot of the bed just behind the frame, his eyes level with her exposed sex.

For several minutes he sat and studied her in silence while Tania trembled gently with excitement. Her whole body felt hot and ready to explode, but sensing this he refrained from touching her at all which drove her wild.

‘Start!’ she screamed. ‘Don’t just look at me.’

‘I like looking,’ he murmured, reaching out one hand and tugging very lightly on her lower pubic hair. The movement of flesh caused by this touch sent tiny tingles of arousal up through Tania’s lower abdomen and she whimpered with need.

With a low laugh Crispian allowed both hands to touch her, tenderly taking hold of her outer sex lips and pulling them apart to expose the shining pink inner tissue. The cool air brushed against her heat and Tania made a guttural sound of contentment, which quickly turned into a wail as he allowed her sex lips to close again.

‘Do keep your voice down,’ he said in amusement. ‘I’m sure Annabel wouldn’t be so vocal in her enjoyment.’

‘Touch me!’ shouted Tania, squirming against the frame beneath her and trying to force her vulva nearer to his clever hands.

Crispian leant forward and slid his hands up over her abdomen and then down again before once more opening and closing her outer sex lips. She was quaking now, her
whole
body racked with desire, but she knew that he could make the game last an eternity if he wanted and this knowledge made her need all the sharper.

Crispian let his hands travel upwards over her body again, but this time he lifted her breasts and then rolled the large nipples between his fingers. As Tania’s breathing grew ragged he pressed her breasts together and drew his flat tongue across each nipple in turn, moving from left to right in slow, steady sweeps until her breasts were swollen and throbbing with excitement.

Just as she was about to climax from this stimulation alone, Crispian stopped and sat down in his chair again, leaving her frantic for further touches on her needy breasts. Now he turned his attention back to the area between her thighs. Bending his head, he licked her inner thighs, letting his tongue linger in the creases of the joins, and then he reached for a vibrator and held it high in the air.

‘Would you like me to use this, Tania?’ he teased as she squirmed helplessly on the frame, her legs unable to move.

‘Yes!’ she gasped.

‘Where?’

‘Anywhere,’ she shouted, knowing that if she chose her favourite place he’d only ignore her and use it somewhere else.

‘Anywhere?’ he queried, and then he was letting it touch the tightly stretched skin of her arms and she shrieked at him in frustration. ‘No, not there!’

‘Sshh!’ he cautioned her. ‘Pa might hear.’

‘I don’t care if he does,’ she groaned.

‘Well, I do, so keep quiet,’ said Crispian, and then she felt him parting her outer sex lips again and this time he let the head of the slender vibrator move in tiny circles just above her frantic clitoris.

Tania felt as though he was applying an electric current to her as shockwaves of delight coursed through her and the familiar tight knot of an impending climax began to
form
behind her clitoris. He allowed the vibrator to play in the same spot until she was gasping, urging herself on in the climb towards release, but just as she was about to come he removed the stimulation and the delicious tremors slowly faded, leaving Tania close to tears of frustration.

Crispian was enjoying himself. He always liked having Tania strapped to the frame and at his mercy, but today it was even more exciting because he was imagining having Annabel in the same position some time soon.

Leaning forward he opened up his stepsister once more and this time he let his tongue run up and down her soaking inner channel, now and again easing the clitoral hood back so that he could flick the stiff tip of his tongue directly against it. Each time he did this Tania’s legs went rigid in the stirrups and her eyes started to roll back with ecstasy, but he never allowed her to topple over into an orgasm.

For Tania the thrilling torture was almost unbearable and she could hear herself screaming at him to hurry and let her come, but the more she screamed the slower he worked. Just when she felt certain that she couldn’t bear the relentless teasing a moment longer, Crispian lubricated one finger with some soothing jelly and slid a hand beneath Tania’s bottom. Then he let his tongue slide in and out of her incredibly moist opening while his lubricated finger moved in and out of her back passage in exactly the same rhythm.

Now the tightness was all over Tania’s body and her breasts were so swollen she felt as though they might burst unless she came quickly. Her neck was covered with a pink flush of arousal and there were beads of perspiration between her heavy breasts.

Keeping his tongue and finger working together, Crispian let his spare hand slide up his stepsister’s rippling belly until it reached her left breast. He massaged it softly for a moment and then his fingers gripped the nipple hard
and
he extended it as far as possible, still massaging it firmly.

For Tania this final touch was all that she needed. Now it felt as though the electric current between her thighs had joined with another one from her breasts; every muscle in her body seemed to bunch and coil before finally exploding as his tongue swirled round and round inside her. As the climax gripped her, Crispian felt her internal muscles tighten around his tongue and the walls of her rectum clenched violently as he slid a second finger inside her there.

Tania was only aware of the fact that Crispian was filling her everywhere, either with his hands or his tongue, and she screamed with delirious delight at the shattering explosion he’d finally allowed to course through her.

When she’d finished she waited for him to unfasten her from the frame, but instead he stood up and let his trousers fall to the floor as he pushed himself into her, moving hard against the tender flesh, his hands gripping her fastened hips.

‘I want you to come again, when I do,’ he muttered.

‘I can’t!’ wailed Tania.

Muffling a curse, Crispian slid his hand across her body until it was resting on her pubic bone. Then he allowed his fingers to stray lower and as his own orgasm approached he beat a slow steady tattoo just above her still-swollen nub and immediately she felt her body racked by a second climax. Crispian threw his head back in triumph as he felt her contracting around him at the exact moment that he came.

Along the corridor, Annabel heard his shout of triumph and wondered what the noise was.

Chapter Three

AT EIGHT-THIRTY IN
the evening, Annabel heard a gong sound in the distance. Assuming that this was intended to summon them downstairs, she left her bedroom and walked straight into Crispian, who was coming out of Tania’s room, adjusting his cufflinks. The conventional dinner suit accentuated his fair good looks and Annabel wondered briefly what he’d be like as a lover.

He looked at her appreciatively. ‘Very nice,’ he murmured, his eyes approving as he took in her bronze-coloured silk taffeta dress with thin shoulder straps, and a neckline that left her upper chest entirely bare. Two large imitation roses covered her breasts and the bodice of the dress was fitted at the waist before flaring out into a full skirt.

‘Those roses wouldn’t be large enough for Tania, but they look great on you!’ he said with a laugh. ‘Let me take you down. We have drinks in the library before dinner.’

‘What about Tania?’ asked Annabel.

Crispian chuckled. ‘Tania’s late as usual! She’s only just getting dressed. At the moment her look is definitely what you might call sexily tousled.’

His blue eyes stared into Annabel’s and she had a
sudden
image of the pair of them entwined on a bed, their fine-boned limbs writhing in ecstasy. When Crispian put a hand on her bare arm she jumped with surprise.

‘Daydreaming?’ he enquired as they walked down the stairs.

‘I’m afraid so. It’s a fault of mine.’

‘About the house, or its occupants?’

Annabel glanced at him from beneath lowered lids. ‘The house, of course. Why would I daydream about the occupants?’

‘Why indeed? Pure conceit on my part; I was hoping you might be daydreaming about me.’

The library was rather a shock to Annabel. It was small, cluttered and in total chaos. Books were stacked untidily on the shelves and a small stepladder had been left resting against them. The once-splendid carpet was again threadbare, and holes in the sofa and chairs had been disguised by the simple tactic of throwing lion skins, complete with their heads, over them.

In the midst of this mess Lady Corbett-Wynne looked totally out of place. She was wearing a pale-blue crepe and silk organza evening dress which had a wide shawl collar, tightly fitting long sleeves with large, turned-back cuffs, and a tight waistband that emphasised her slim figure. The skirt hung in long folds to the floor and her only jewellery was an emerald necklace, and what looked to Annabel like a chain of emeralds and diamonds that she’d fastened to the waist of the dress. This hung half-way down her skirt, rather like an old-fashioned chatelaine’s key chain. Her fair hair was drawn back off her face and fastened with a diamond clip.

‘There should be rushes on the floor,’ Crispian whispered in Annabel’s ear. ‘Don’t you think she looks like one of those historical ladies of the manor?’

‘I think she looks beautiful,’ Annabel whispered truthfully, wondering what on earth this withdrawn, aristocratic looking woman could possibly have in common
with
her large, florid-faced husband standing next to her, who apparently enjoyed the attentions of his girl grooms.

‘Where’s Tania?’ Lady Corbett-Wynne asked sharply.

‘No idea,’ replied Crispian. ‘I thought I ought to bring Annabel down, since no one had thought to tell her where we met up.’

‘Very good of you, my boy,’ said his father, glancing uneasily at his wife. He then walked towards Annabel, his hand outstretched. ‘Don’t think we’ve met yet. Lord Corbett-Wynne, the man whose home you’re planning to tear apart.’

‘I hope you don’t really believe that,’ replied Annabel. ‘Your wife wants me to help her redecorate some of the rooms, but I’d never do anything to spoil the atmosphere of the Hall.’

‘Then you can leave this room alone,’ he said shortly. ‘This is my favourite place. Somewhere a man can come and think.’

‘I didn’t know you did much of that, Pa!’ laughed Crispian. ‘Annabel, what can I get you?’

‘Sherry, please.’

He crossed the room to the drinks cabinet, which looked like an old-fashioned gramophone box but opened up to reveal numerous bottles. ‘Any particular sherry?’

‘Amontillado if you’ve got it.’

‘Drink is one thing we’re very well-stocked with, isn’t that right, Step-mama?’

Lady Corbett-Wynne flushed. ‘I’m sure I don’t know. It’s your father who’s the drinker around here.’

‘Damned shame you don’t drink more,’ said her husband. ‘Might loosen you up a bit.’

His wife shot him an icy glance, but at that moment the door opened and the maid announced the arrival of Sir Matthew Stevens. Sherry glass in hand, Annabel turned to look at the dinner guest and at her very first glance her stomach tightened and she felt a pulse beating in the side of her neck.