Discipline (24 page)

Livia, Fiona, Mehrdad and Taylor Woods were all waiting in the drawing room, and when she joined them, Taylor’s eyes gleamed with appreciation. He was tall and well built, with a mass of thick steel-grey hair and dark-brown eyes. ‘You look very lovely tonight,’ he murmured, as Carlos helped her on with her wrap. She smiled at him.

‘The others have gone on ahead,’ Livia explained to her lover. ‘I told Chris that we’d meet up with them in the bar.’

‘Excellent,’ said Carlos approvingly. ‘Chloe, everyone at our table knows what you have to do tonight, and I’m sure they’ll all be eager to help you succeed. Now we must leave; we don’t want to be late and annoy Lizzie again!’

‘I wish Livia had never annoyed her in the first place,’ muttered Chloe, but Livia only laughed. Then Carlos put an arm round his mistress’s waist and soon they were all getting into the chauffeur-driven limousine that was waiting at the front of the house.

‘By the end of the night, you’ll know how well you’ve learnt all the lessons of the past months,’ said Mehrdad. ‘Are you excited?’

‘No, I’m nervous,’ replied Chloe, and it was true. The palms of her hands felt damp and her mouth was dry. In order to do all that Carlos was demanding of her, Chloe was going to have to take tremendous risks. The prospect of the humiliation that might lie in store for her was almost as bad as the prospect of failing and being rejected from Carlos’s world of darkly bizarre sexuality, a world that she now needed as much as she needed food and drink.

When they arrived at the hotel, it was Taylor who helped her out of the car and escorted her into the bar, where the others were waiting for them. ‘Good luck,’ he whispered, and then he disappeared into the centre of the group. A few minutes later she was standing with a vodka and tonic in her hand, wondering how she could possibly have sex with another woman at a time like this.

‘Hi,’ said Natasha, coming over and smiling brightly at Chloe. ‘I hear I missed a treat at Mehrdad’s garden party!’

‘Yes, you did,’ agreed Chloe, her mind racing as she searched for a solution to her problem. ‘You don’t know where the loo is, do you?’ she added.

‘Sure, you go outside, turn left and it’s about five doors down on your right.’

Chloe sighed. ‘Would you mind showing me? I always get lost in hotels, and I’m a bit nervous tonight as it is.’

‘I’m not surprised,’ said Natasha sympathetically. ‘Come on then, follow me.’

As Chloe followed her she knew that this would be her only chance, and that she had to take advantage of it. If she failed, then it would all be over before the night had even begun.

‘Here you are,’ said Natasha, pushing open the door to the ladies’ loo. ‘Think you can find your own way back?’

Chloe touched Natasha’s arm. ‘Come in with me,’ she murmured. ‘You won’t regret it.’ Natasha’s green eyes widened and then, after a moment’s hesitation, she smiled and followed Chloe into the ladies’ cloakroom.

There were two other women standing in front of the basins, but Chloe ignored them. Pushing open the door to one of the cubicles, she pulled Natasha inside with her, and then locked it. Natasha stood with her back against the door, breathing heavily as she waited for Chloe’s next move.

As Natasha was wearing a full-length dress, Chloe realised that it was going to be difficult for her to do what Carlos wanted, but it was obvious that Natasha was aroused, and when Chloe crouched down, the auburn-haired girl smiled and quickly lifted her skirt to make it easy for her.

Kneeling on the floor, Chloe ran her hands up Natasha’s legs until her fingers touched the bare flesh at the top of her stockings. Gently she caressed the silken skin, and then, when she moved her hands higher, she realised that Natasha wasn’t wearing any panties. Quickly she parted the other girl’s sex lips and ran her tongue slowly back and forth over the moist flesh, lingering over the tiny swollen clitoris for a few fleeting seconds before moving on.

Natasha’s breath caught in her throat. Her head went back and she started to whimper softly with pleasure. Remembering how Livia had caressed and aroused the redhead, Chloe redoubled her efforts, and soon Natasha’s legs were trembling and her whole body grew tense.

Aware that she was running out of time, Chloe drew the other girl’s sex lips even further apart, and then inserted the tip of her tongue deep inside her until she was whimpering with delight. With teasing slowness, Chloe began to draw Natasha’s clitoris into her mouth, sucking gently at first but then more firmly before releasing it and running her tongue down the side of the shaft.

‘Yes, God, yes!’ moaned Natasha, thrusting her hips forward.

Chloe could imagine the tiny tingling sensations that must be spreading through Natasha’s body, and how tight and tense she must feel as her climax approached. Now she used more pressure as she flicked her tongue rapidly up and down the stem of the clitoris for a few more seconds before moving it with tantalising tenderness back and forth over the sensitive head.

With a sharp cry of ecstasy, Natasha climaxed, her hips jerking forward and her pelvis arching towards Chloe as the pleasure flooded through it. When she’d finished, Chloe continued to stimulate her, and although she made token sounds of protest, within a few seconds Natasha was once more flooded by an orgasm of almost painfully exquisite ecstasy.

It was only the sound of voices outside the cubicle door that made Chloe stop. She’d been relishing every moment of Natasha’s orgasms, and enjoying too the sensation of power that the moment was giving her. It was with a sense of regret that she stood up, and when she looked into the other woman’s green eyes she knew that the regret was mutual.

A few minutes later they both emerged into the cloakroom, and ignoring the stunned and disapproving glances of the other women who were there, they tidied themselves up and then returned to the bar.

‘Can we ever meet up on our own?’ Natasha whispered to Chloe as Carlos approached them, but Chloe shook her head. It was something that she would have liked as well, but she couldn’t imagine Carlos allowing it, and for the first time she felt a tiny flash of resentment towards him.

‘Well?’ he asked, handing her a fresh vodka and tonic.

‘Mission accomplished,’ she said with a smile.

He kissed her lightly on the lips. ‘I’m very pleased to hear it. Now we go in to eat. You will be sitting between Taylor and myself, with Mehrdad opposite you. The seating arrangements are significant, and should give you the best possible chance of meeting my demands for the evening.’

A few minutes later, they all moved towards the dining room, and Chloe, who’d been highly aroused by Natasha’s excitement, felt a surge of excited anticipation run through her. It was only when they took their seats and she saw that Lizzie was also sitting at their table that she started to worry.

The long, narrow top table was on a raised dais at the end of the dining room. It was covered by a thick white damask cloth, but the cloth only reached just below the table edge and Chloe realised that people sitting at the tables on the floor of the room would be able to see anything that happened. To make matters worse, Rob was in charge of their table. He gave Chloe a brief but unmistakably familiar smile, bringing back memories of Richmond Park.

She was seated between Carlos and Taylor, facing out towards the other diners. Mehrdad was opposite her, with Fiona on his left and Natasha on his right. Christopher was on the other side of Natasha, and next to him was an unsmiling Lizzie. Livia was sitting next to the chairman, Sir Lionel French.

Chloe was too tense to enjoy the first course of salmon and watercress mousse, because she knew that soon one of
the men was going to make a move. After Rob had served her with the main course, just as Taylor had asked her what she’d been doing in Rio when she met Carlos, she felt someone’s foot moving slowly up between her legs.

Startled, she looked across the table. When Mehrdad smiled innocently at her she knew for certain that it was him. He’d obviously slipped his foot out of his shoe and sock, and now he wriggled his toes against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, while Taylor waited patiently for her reply.

‘I was a …’ She stopped as Mehrdad’s toes began to press firmly and insistently against her vulva, making her wriggle on her seat.

‘Yes?’ enquired Taylor politely.

‘A nun,’ she gasped, feeling her sex lips swelling and parting as the delicious stimulation continued. Hot tingles spread through her pelvic area, and without thinking she slid lower in her seat, trying to make her clitoris available to him. Then, ashamed of herself, she straightened up again.

‘Remember, you have to come twice during the meal,’ Carlos whispered in her ear. Hastily she lowered herself again, and this time Mehrdad’s foot moved deftly so that his big toe was stimulating the hot, throbbing collection of nerve endings that was aching with desire.

‘You didn’t look like a nun in the marquee,’ commented Taylor drily.

Chloe was so busy trying to suppress her whimpers of excitement that she couldn’t answer him. She could feel perspiration breaking out on her top lip, and as she lifted her fork to her mouth, her hand trembled.

‘Are you all right, Chloe?’ asked Lizzie suddenly.

‘Fine, thank you,’ she said politely, and then gasped as she felt the big toe sliding inside her, moving around in tiny circles.

Taylor looked at her in apparent concern. ‘Is the beef tough?’

‘No, it’s perfect, absolutely perfect,’ she gabbled. Mehrdad was now sliding his toes up and down the damp channel between her sex lips, occasionally caressing her clitoris as he did so, but never for long enough to allow her to climax.

She knew that her breasts were swelling, could feel them pressing against the tight top of her dress, and it felt as though she was on fire between her thighs. Struggling to continue talking to Taylor, and desperate not to attract more unwanted attention from Lizzie or Rob, she still wanted to feel the delicious flooding pleasure race through her, and moved her hips forward.

‘Chloe, is your chair uncomfortable?’ asked Lizzie. ‘You seem to be slipping off it.’

‘No, it’s fine,’ she replied, and then, as Mehrdad gently moved his toes against the side of her clitoris while pressing against the whole vulva with the soft pad beneath his big toe, she gave a tiny cry as she was abruptly swamped by a series of sharp muscular contractions and a delicious orgasm washed over her.

By now nearly everyone at the table was looking at her, and quite a lot of the people sitting beneath them too. One man, who’d clearly seen everything that had happened, was staring at her with an expression of undisguised lust.

‘Well done,’ murmured Carlos. ‘I think that we’d better wait until dessert before we try to help you with your second, don’t you?’

Chloe nodded, ashamed and yet exhilarated. When she finally turned to look at Taylor again she realised that he knew what had happened, and that he was highly aroused by the knowledge.

‘When do we make our sealed bids for your special raffle prize?’ he asked Carlos.

‘What special raffle prize?’ asked Lizzie.

‘Chloe has kindly agreed to help the winner of my private raffle to fulfil his or her greatest sexual fantasy,’ explained Carlos.

Chloe winced at the expression on Lizzie’s face. ‘Did you have to tell her?’ she hissed angrily.

Carlos shook his head. ‘No, I didn’t have to, but it amused me to do so just the same.’

Taylor leant across in front of her and passed an envelope to Carlos. ‘My bid,’ he explained.

Carlos looked thoughtfully at him. ‘You’re in quite a hurry, Taylor. Anyone would think this was a business takeover, not an intriguing diversion.’

By the time the main course was cleared away, Carlos had a pile of sealed bids in front of him. ‘Aren’t you going to bid?’ asked Chloe.

‘Of course not. Tonight I’m here to observe, to make sure that you obey me down to the last detail. You and I will celebrate later, when you’ve passed with flying colours.’

She was disappointed, but as Rob and his waiters moved round the table with the individual crème brulées, she distracted herself by wondering how she was going to be brought to her second and final orgasm during the meal. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

‘Chloe, tell everyone here about our first meeting,’ Carlos ordered her as she picked up her spoon. ‘It’s a subject that interests them all.’

Surprised by the request, she began to speak, and at the same time she felt his left hand sliding over her lap and then in through the deep split in the skirt until he was stroking her pubic hair. Lightly he tugged on the crisp curls, and then he pressed down hard against the flesh at the top of the hair, arousing a dull ache deep inside her.

She began to talk faster, trying to get her story finished
before she climaxed, but Mehrdad kept interrupting her with questions, and all the time Carlos’s fingers were moving with diabolical skill over her frantic, slippery flesh. He teased and tormented her, pinching her clitoris lightly between two outspread fingers until she felt a pulse starting to beat behind it, then releasing her so that the throbbing stopped and her pleasure was thwarted.

Chloe could hear herself gabbling now, tripping over her words as she lost concentration because of the way her body was responding to Carlos’s skilful ministrations. When he slid two fingers deep inside her and pressed against her vaginal walls she moaned in ecstasy, and while most of the people round the table smiled knowingly, Lizzie glared furiously at her.

‘I’m sorry,’ she muttered. ‘I think I’ve got a trapped nerve.’

‘Do go on with your story,’ said Taylor. ‘You were telling us how Carlos opened your eyes to the truth about the nuns.’

‘He opened my eyes to the truth about a lot of things,’ she said huskily, and then, as he nipped her clitoris sharply between his finger and thumb and began to squeeze hard, tears of pain welled up in her eyes and her voice faltered.

‘You were saying?’ said Natasha sweetly.

Carlos continued to squeeze harder, and as pain threatened to overwhelm her, Chloe lost control. ‘Oh God, it’s no good. I can’t concentrate. It’s too much, please …’ she gasped.