In Service to the Senses (6 page)

The clamps held the flesh captive. Edward attached the second and her other nipple succumbed to its grip.

Isabella could not speak. She merely released the slowest breath of intense contentment.

“Take yer hand away. Let her glory in it fer a time.” Edward almost yanked Frederick’s fingers away from where they were nestled in the dripping warm glove of her cunt.

The two men stepped back and took in the sight of the lady of the house, bound to her own bedpost, her nipples squeezed between biting metal, her cunt crying out.

Isabella could barely focus on them. She was ready to come. Such sweet agony was holding her that she wondered if she would tip over the edge by her thoughts alone. Her body jerked unbidden, desperate for release. She was in pain, she knew that much—her arms ached, her nipples were nearly numb with stricture and her cunt throbbed for cock or fingers or anything it could take. But the pain was a scaffold, a scaffold to the pinnacle of ecstasy they had raised her to. Just a little more.

“I’m goin’ to turn you around, my lady.”

He came over and twisted the scarf holding her so that she was facing outwards. She knew what was to come. Her rump propelled itself towards him instinctively.

The first blow was a mere sting. She heard Fred suck in a breath. The second followed swiftly, evening up the already warm glow of the other cheek.

“Just ten more I reckon tonight, considering what’s to come. Count out loud for me, my lady.” He brought his hand down with a stinging smack.

“One!” she declared.

Another on the other side. Sweet, red pain blending with the brilliant shards still darting from her nipples.

“Two!”

Her vision blurred, but she sensed Frederick nearby, still and silent, staring at the sight of her taking the beating.

The blows continued to rain down. She kept counting, although each word was forced out with more difficulty as the numbers increased.

“Ten!” she groaned as his hand flew down for the last time, leaving her aglow with heat and tenderness.

Edward stepped back, panting, and barked his order to Frederick immediately. “Finish her with yer mouth. Hurry.”

Frederick didn’t hesitate. He fell to his knees, pushed her legs apart and swept his tongue along her sodden slit up to her clit where he sucked and feasted, pulling the swollen flesh hard into his mouth.

She was coming. Surprisingly softly at first, her orgasm then hurtled to assert itself with stupendous determination. Her eyes blinded and her body was released from its grounding. She was coming so completely she had lost herself. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her jaw dropped open as a groan rose from her.

Frederick continued to eke her pleasure out with sucks and licks for as long as he felt her craving more. With skilful awareness, Edward then moved in to release her nipples and arms and she fell into his arms, a quivering, sated mess, damp with fulfilled lust and pleasured pain.

He placed her on the bed and she lay there, eyes closed, recovering gradually. They let the clock eat away their precious time for a while, allowing her to tune back to her surroundings. When she did, she knew she was ready. They were naked before her, their two hard, hewn bodies as ready for her as she was for them—their cocks stood up, large and proud, craning towards her still-wanting body.

Edward came to lie on one side, Frederick on the other. “You want full?” murmured the valet into her ear. “We’ll give you full. Trust, Is. Do you trust me?”

“With all I am.”

“Take his cock. Lie on him and take his cock.”

Frederick was stretched out on her bed, the cock in question so firm and erect that it was practically nudging his own belly button. She let her tongue sweep along the smooth, honeyed skin of his torso from navel to sternum and threw her leg over him. She was suddenly energised again and wanting more than ever. Her insides throbbed, desperate for completion. Her backside was red and sore and brilliant in its sensation. Taking the stiff length of him in her fingers, she brought him to her soaking quim and moved to engulf him.

Frederick’s eyes shut and he sucked in a breath with sharp rapture. “Fuck! I’d forgotten what a stunning cunt you ‘ave!” As he said it his lids flew open and a flash of panic shot across his face. “I mean…you feel so amazin’…like…so tight an’…fuck! That’s amazin’, my lady.”

She threw her head back and laughed, half at his awkward apology and half at the sensational feel of his cock. “Luckily, I had not forgotten what a stunning cock you have, Frederick. Oh God, that is like nothing else.”

She closed her eyes, revelled in the stretch, and rode him as hard as her prize stallion. Bracing herself on the firm rock of his torso, she bucked and dipped and rose and pumped, milking pleasure from them both. Frederick met every rise and fall, instinctively matching her rhythm and tuning into the needs of them both.

But then her head fell back and came across the firmest, smoothest shoulder. She let herself rest in the crook of Edward’s neck as he placed himself behind her. He brought his hands around and cupped her breasts, toying once again with the nipples—gently this time, they were still red from before, but it only added to her body’s bliss.

“You ride him, my lady. You ride him deep and hard. How does the rhyme go again? Ride a cock horse to Ecstasy Cross? Somethin’ like that.”

She moaned, pacing herself, not wanting to release her pleasure too soon. Something was missing. She turned her head and was met by the delicious, searching tongue of Edward. She opened wide for him and he kissed her long and deep. He kept up his light but insistent torment of her nipple with his left hand, while he dropped his right to cajole yet more from her swollen clitoris, keeping pace with it as it slid perilously close to the thick rigid flesh she was ploughing along.

“Edward…miss you…want you too.”

He murmured soft and dark against her ripe, needy lips, “Oh, don’t you worry, my lady…you shall have me. You shall indeed.”

He pushed her down so that she was lying more fully atop Frederick. The footman’s eyes were focused on her breasts as they swayed and danced before him. He was close, she could tell, but she knew he too had been pacing himself. There was a sense of anticipation, which they all knew to respect. And, as ever, it was dictated by Edward.

Isabella felt the cold slick of a familiar substance. She tensed at first, but warm hands stroked down her back to her rump, soothing away any nerves. “Trust,” murmured the valet.

Then she felt it. Next to the already stuffed feeling wrought by Frederick’s vastness, there came more. Edward was squeezing into her arse. And, oh heaven’s angels, it was phenomenal. She stopped moving on Frederick and a stillness hung about the three of them. She held her breath and Edward took the moment to push deeper in. Having a man in her tight arse with a huge cock already nestled deep in her cunt was the most extraordinarily brilliant thing she had ever experienced.

“Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Edward, unable to subdue his own amazement.

“Fuck, I can feel you gettin’ into ‘er,” slurred Frederick. “Hell, I didn’t know anything could be like this.”

“You all righ’?” Edward managed to ask Isabella.

“Yes. Oh God, yes. More.”

He obliged. With concerted gentleness, he edged his cock ever deeper into her arse. Slow and careful, he pushed until he was in as far as he could go.

Isabella was staggeringly, miraculously full. She stared straight ahead of her. Her eyes glazed then watered, not with pain but revelation. Tears pricked her but only through intense satisfaction. She was crammed, and at last she was complete.

“Move,” she implored.

She rose up and let Frederick’s huge cock ease out of her a little. When he then pushed up again an ecstatic smile broke across her face. “Oh yes!” She repeated the actions, pulling off him before rejoicing in that stupendous stretch and fill yet again. Then Edward was pulling back only to thrust harder into her again. She responded with a guttural groan of pleasure. The men worked on her together, building up their strokes and pushes and pulls until they were tuned into a sweet harmony of fucking.

And, like in the forest, Isabella soon found pleasure rising from deep within her, feeding off two cocks moving perfectly. It wouldn’t be long. She started to moan. She couldn’t help it. Sense and reason had left her. Sensation was all.

With a celebratory smack across her right arse cheek which rang out around the room, Edward urged her on. “With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, she shall have music wherever she goes. Make music for us now, Isabella. Come, come, come on, my beautiful girl. Come hard for us, Is.”

So she did. She came so hard she would have collapsed if she wasn’t impaled on their cocks. Her eyes flew open but she saw nothing. Sound ceased, vision stopped. But she felt. She felt her body fragment and reinvent itself in an instant as pleasure held her and shook ferociously. She was wailing, keening, lost and found.

Fred came next. His cock was squeezed by the spasms of her orgasm and he let go, pumping his seed four, five times deep into her cunt as his own groans mingled with her dying wail.

Edward waited. He still moved in her, staring down as his cock pistoned in and out, so close to that of his best friend. Only after their pleasure had at last faded did he allow himself his own. He gripped the twin peaches of her arse and came slowly, releasing burst upon burst of thick hot cum hard up into her in his own time, letting the waves of rapture engulf him from the tips of his dark hair to his toes.
Stupendous.

They slept afterwards, all three of them, in Her Ladyship’s bed—the footman, the valet and the Countess of Atherton.

It was only at three o’clock that Edward shook Frederick awake and ushered them out, leaving Isabella sleeping in heavy, sated contentment.

Chapter Six

Edward let his news go as long as he could. He hadn’t even told Brewer or Fred. She would be the first to know. But eventually he had no choice. He almost told her as they lay in her room one night, their bodies wet with joining. But the pain was too great. Instead he asked to see her in her morning room in the cold light of day when he knew he would be sterner with himself. She stared up at him, her eyes wide and bright. He looked away.

“I’ve got a passage on board the
Mauretania
, sailing to New York.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving. Next week. I’m going to America.”

There was silence.

“No.”

“Yes, my lady, I am.”

“You can’t.”

“Why not? I’ve had enough of that bastard. I’ve had enough of service.”

“But… What about me?”

He felt his Adam’s apple jolt along his throat. “You’re the Countess of Atherton. You have all this.”

“I don’t want all this. I want…”

“What?”

Isabella didn’t answer. Her face had drained of colour. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow pulls.

“Edward…”

He swallowed, determined. “Come with me.”

Her head darted up in alarm. “What did you say?”

“Come with me. They still have berths, I’ve heard.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not ridiculous. I’m never ridiculous.”

“I can’t. I can’t leave all this.”

“Why not?”

“Because…I have a duty.”

“Don’t give me that. Your only duty is your own happiness. You’re not happy. You’re married to a violent bully who treats you like a dog. You hate the house. You yearn for freedom as much as me, Isabella. Come with me. Come with me to America. Together we can do it all.”

“But…I can’t. You’re…”

“What? A servant? Inferior? In America none of it matters. No one’ll know who we are. We can start again. Reinvent ourselves together.”

Her eyes were damp and she shook her head, a mess of confusion. “I have to stay. I have to. But, Edward…what will I do?”

“There’s Frederick.”

Her face crumpled. “I don’t want Frederick without you. To me, he was always part of you. He’d rather have Violet than me, anyway. I’ve seen them fawning over each other.”

Edward clenched his jaw and spoke, serious and resolute. “Come away with me then, Is.”

She stood quickly then crossed to the window. “Don’t! Think of all I am. I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t? Don’t throw it away, Isabella.”

Isabella spun to him, her face twisted with rage, her words spat out with venomous desolation. “Get out! I’m glad you’re leaving! I’m glad I never have to see your face again, you miserable dog! Get out of my house!”

He stood, fists clenched, jaw working hard. “The ship sails from Southampton at eleven o’clock next Thursday, my lady.” He nodded. “It has been a great pleasure to serve you, Lady Atherton. Goodbye.”

Edward turned, leaving Isabella to slump to the floor, isolated and alone.

* * * *

Edward looked up at the great ship before him, its funnels pouring steam high into the air, billowing out across the sea like the many souls reaching and yearning for a new life.

He should be filled with the bubbling warmth of excitement, but the churning in his stomach was muted. He made his way slowly to the Third Class gangway, jostled this way and that by excitable children and people pushing past him to board the ship. He cursed them, his usual ability to subvert his temper gone.

He heard a distant clock chime a quarter to the hour. The ship sailed in fifteen minutes. He would have to embark or he’d miss his passage.

“All aboard! Calling any final passengers!”

Edward took a last look back along the quay. He did not see the face he sought. Slinging his bag over his shoulder—the bag containing all his worldly possessions—he turned his back on England and all he’d known in it and made his way up the gangway.

The steward, a grim faced man with a large handlebar moustache, took his papers.

“Edward Marham?”

“That’s the one,” he replied.

“Says here you were valet to the Earl of Atherton.”

“Tha’s right.”

“Good position. Why’d you want to leave all that behind?”