Discipline (22 page)

Ruefully, Mehrdad shook his head. ‘I’m afraid not. Carlos has approved this, and anyway it’s time for the competition to begin. All the tickets have sold out, the marquee will be packed. This is definitely going to be remembered as the best garden party I’ve ever given.’

‘You will keep Lizzie away, won’t you?’ Chloe reminded him.

‘Of course. Don’t worry. Livia has offered to look after her for me. Now I must go, everyone will be getting impatient.’

‘No, not Livia!’ shouted Chloe, but it was too late. Mehrdad was out of earshot and people were already filing into the marquee.

Before the marquee flaps were closed, Chloe noticed that outside the sun was still shining brightly. Inside, though, it was almost dark. Just as her eyes started to adjust to the gloom, a spotlight blazed directly on to her, and she was briefly blinded. Even when she was able to see again, it was impossible for her to make out individual faces in the crowd. This meant that she could no longer draw comfort from Carlos’s presence.

As the first competitor came on to the platform, Mehrdad put what looked like a giant hourglass on the makeshift stage. ‘Once you begin, I shall start the timer,’ he explained to the waiting man. ‘The sand takes ten minutes to run through. If you’ve succeeded in bringing her to orgasm by then, you win a small prize. If not, at least you know you’ve contributed to a charitable cause. There are no losers in this game, except possibly Chloe,’ he added with a smile.

Chloe looked at the man taking his seat on the stool in front of her. He was in his mid-thirties, fair-haired, slim, and very expensively dressed. As his hands began to fondle her breasts, he looked at Chloe with naked desire in his eyes, and she was immediately aroused by his excitement.

It was soon clear to her that he’d watched carefully when she’d been masturbating, because he began to pinch her nipples between finger and thumb, waiting until she winced with pain before releasing them. Then he licked them with long, rough strokes of his tongue while his hands strayed over her belly and thighs before parting her sex lips and stroking her rapidly hardening clitoris.

He was so deft, so assured and skilful, that Chloe quickly felt her body growing hot, and all too soon her muscles tightened and she shook from head to toe as an orgasm rippled through her. With a brief, admiring smile the man took his prize from Mehrdad and then reluctantly left the platform.

He was followed by a dark-haired woman, who knelt between Chloe’s outspread legs and brought her to a climax very quickly, using only her tongue. Then an older man also won a prize by inserting his tongue deep inside Chloe and pressing the tip against her G-spot.

By now the atmosphere in the marquee was charged with sexual excitement. Every time that Chloe climaxed she
uttered tiny cries of satisfaction, and her pleasure only served to increase the arousal of the watchers in the shadows as they waited their turn to bring her to a peak of ecstasy.

The atmosphere helped Chloe. She knew that Carlos was watching her, and that he would be pleased with the way she was responding to the sheer hedonistic pleasure of it all. However, by the time the eighth competitor was sitting on the stool, Chloe was beginning to tire. He tried everything he could think of, licking and sucking on her breasts and thrusting his fingers inside her damp vagina, but it seemed to take an age before she felt the first tell-tale flickers of an impending climax, and after she’d come she saw that the sand had nearly run through the timer.

Slumping against the wooden frame, she wondered who the next competitor would be, because she had a feeling that this one might be the last to satisfy her and so would win a place at the charity dinner with Carlos and his friends.

As he walked on to the platform, the man looked straight into Chloe’s eyes, and she felt a sudden, startling jolt of recognition. It wasn’t that she’d met him before, but she could tell that he understood her and that, like Carlos, he knew exactly how to please her. He and Carlos were two of a kind, she realised, and it amazed her. She’d imagined that Carlos was unique.

Sitting on the stool, he rested his hands on each side of her waist, and then remained perfectly still as she waited tensely for him to make a move. Her flesh began to twitch and her legs to shake, but despite the fact that the timer had been set in motion, he still did nothing.

His hands seemed to be burning against her skin. She longed for him to touch her somewhere else, to caress her throbbing breasts or trail his fingers between her burning
thighs, but all he did was sit and watch her until she let out a whimper of despair.

Then, with a sudden swift movement, his left hand caught hold of her right breast and she felt him gripping the nipple tightly between his fingers, while his right hand moved between her outspread legs. She was so frantic with need that she thrust her pelvis forward to assist him, and then gasped as he slapped her lower belly hard with the back of his hand. ‘Keep still,’ he instructed her, his voice low but clear. Chloe knew that she must obey, because this was a man she wanted to meet again, but it was hard as he teased her velvety flesh, circling but never touching her aching clitoris.

She could hear her breathing growing heavy, and knew that it must be carrying through the marquee, but she didn’t care, because the dark, dangerous desire was building up inside her, and she knew that this man could satisfy it, just as Carlos could.

Soon she was soaking wet between her thighs, and she thought that the man would now use his tongue on her, but instead he got up and moved the stool so that he was sitting behind her. Chloe tensed, knowing what was coming, dreading it and yet desiring it too.

Gently, almost tenderly, he parted her buttocks and reaching between her legs dipped his fingers in her juices and spread them between her buttocks before waiting for an agonising second. Then, as Chloe’s belly tightened painfully, he thrust two fingers deep inside her rectum, while at the same time the fingers of his other hand finally caressed her swollen clitoris.

She felt a leaping flame of red-hot pain course through her entire body, quickly followed by an explosion of liquid heat between her thighs, and as the two contrasting sensations joined together she was racked by one of the most
intense climaxes she’d ever experienced and screamed in an ecstasy of pain-filled pleasure.

The stranger reached round her from behind, and his hands remained on her breasts until her body was completely still. ‘Don’t climax again today,’ he whispered against her ear. ‘I want to win and join you at the dinner. I must see you again. I need to talk to you.’ Chloe didn’t turn her head, didn’t acknowledge his words in any way, but she knew that he was confident she would make sure his instruction was obeyed. She knew too that she mustn’t let Carlos know.

The next competitor was a beautiful young woman of about Chloe’s own age. She strode confidently on to the platform, and smiled at Chloe. ‘I’m Louise, and I want to go to that dinner with Carlos,’ she whispered, sitting on the stool that was once more in front of Chloe. ‘I know you’re tired, but I’m sure I can bring you to orgasm just one more time.’

Chloe wasn’t bothered by Louise’s words. She felt certain that her body was too exhausted to respond any more, but as her breasts were gently stroked and kneaded, and her nipples hardened, she realised that she could be wrong. The trouble was that she was still thinking about the intriguing stranger, and as a result was aroused.

When Louise closed her mouth around Chloe’s left nipple and nipped at the tight little peak with her teeth, Chloe found herself imagining that it was the stranger still pleasuring her, and tiny flickers of arousal began to dart through her. Frantically she fought to subdue them, but then Louise trailed her fingers down over Chloe’s hipbones and stroked the creases at the top of her thighs, and she felt herself begin to shiver with rising pleasure.

She wanted to scream in protest, to stop her overexcited body from responding, but then Louise opened up Chloe’s
outer sex lips and began to suck lightly on the exposed little nub that was pulsating with need. Chloe’s breath snagged, and Louise gave a tiny laugh of satisfaction.

Chloe felt her stomach muscles starting to tighten, her hips jerked and her legs shook with tension as her climax grew inexorably nearer. There was nothing she could do to prevent it now, not with Louise’s clever mouth working its magic between her thighs, but just as she was resigned to losing her private battle, there was a disturbance at the entrance to the marquee.

Although Louise didn’t stop what she was doing, Chloe looked out over the watching crowd and saw Livia walking in, accompanied by Lizzie. As Lizzie looked down the length of the marquee she seemed to stare directly into her eyes, and the effect on Chloe was instantaneous. The erotic spell was completely broken as she froze in horror, aware that her worst nightmare had come true.

She was vaguely aware that Louise still had her head between her thighs, but it had no effect on her at all, and she knew that thanks to Livia the moment of danger had passed.

‘Time, I’m afraid,’ called Mehrdad from the shadows.

Louise lifted her head and turned to face him. ‘That wasn’t fair. She was distracted.’

‘It was your responsibility to keep her interested!’ laughed Mehrdad. ‘Come on, Louise. It was only a game. It’s all in a good cause, remember?’

Sullenly, Louise left the platform, and then Mehrdad unfastened Chloe and, taking the leash in his left hand, led her down through the watching people, who parted to let her pass. Some of them clapped; others simply watched with fascination as she kept her head high.

It was only when she reached the entrance to the marquee and saw Lizzie, who was standing with Livia and
Carlos, looking at her in incredulous disbelief, that embarrassment swamped Chloe as she finally realised what she’d done. Suddenly she longed for the safety of the house, and she quickened her steps.

At last, after what seemed the longest walk of her life, she was finally back in the bedroom, where she found Fiona waiting to help her shower and change.

CHAPTER

20

‘
W
hat did you feel like?’ asked Fiona half an hour later, as Chloe stood looking out of the bedroom window.

Chloe thought for a moment. ‘Initially I was frightened, but once it all started I felt strangely powerful.’

Fiona frowned. ‘You were on a leash, nothing more than a plaything, how could you feel powerful?’

‘I think it was because I realised that I was controlling their emotions. Without me there, there was nothing. I was the catalyst for all the excitement, and it was my sexuality which turned them on. You’d have to experience it to know what I mean.’

‘No thank you,’ said Fiona with a shiver. ‘I’d die of embarrassment. I’m all for experimentation, but not in front of an audience that size. Who won, do you know?’

This was the question that Chloe wanted answered, but she decided to feign indifference. ‘No idea. It was a man, that’s all I can remember.’

‘It was Taylor Woods,’ said Mehrdad, coming into the room.

‘Who’s Taylor Woods?’ asked Chloe, as Fiona gave an excited squeal.

‘A wealthy businessman who has quite a reputation with
the ladies. Carlos doesn’t like him very much. He won’t be pleased to learn that it’s Taylor joining us for the dinner. He’ll have to take Mike’s place.’

‘I didn’t know you’d invited Taylor here today,’ remarked Fiona.

‘I didn’t,’ said Mehrdad. ‘I suppose one of the women must have brought him along as her partner.’

Chloe decided to risk a question. ‘Will he fit in with us all?’ she asked casually.

‘He’ll fit in with the ladies, that’s for sure. Carlos doesn’t like him because they’re alike in many ways: self-contained and difficult to get to know. I doubt if he’s got much small talk.’

Fiona giggled. ‘It’s not his small talk that the girls enjoy! What was he like today, Chloe? You must remember!’

‘I don’t,’ said Chloe, who could actually remember every detail of the way he’d brought her to orgasm. ‘He can’t have been that special.’

‘He won, that makes him quite special,’ Mehrdad pointed out.

‘He only won because you didn’t keep your word and Lizzie came into the marquee,’ retorted Chloe. ‘If I hadn’t been distracted by her, that blond girl might have won. She was very good. I can remember her.’

Mehrdad looked very uncomfortable. ‘I’m really sorry about Lizzie. Livia must have thought the competition was over. Carlos is furious.’

‘Not as furious as I am. Carlos doesn’t have to go in to work and face her on Monday. I do,’ Chloe pointed out. ‘Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go home.’

‘Carlos thought you’d want to leave. He’s waiting for you in the car at the front of the house,’ said Mehrdad. ‘Fiona and I look forward to seeing you at the dinner. It should be a wonderful evening.’

‘I’m not quite sure what to expect,’ confessed Chloe.

Fiona kissed her on the cheek before showing her down the stairs and out through the front door. ‘Expect the unexpected,’ she said softly.