The Initiation of Ms Holly (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (12 page)

Edward’s tight fist in her hair was nearly painful. ‘I can’t hold back,’ he gasped. ‘I have to come, oh God, Rita, I want to make it last, but I can’t wait.’ It seemed like he came for ages, and she swallowed hungrily, taking into herself his essence, even better without chocolate truffles. Her pussy had just erupted in another wave of orgasm when she heard Leo grunt. He pulled out so quickly that she nearly fell backward. She watched in amazement as he shot his load on to the grass, nearly doubled over himself.

Then Edward pulled her to him, kissing her long and deep. His embrace was bone-wrenching and demanding and enough to make her come again in great gasping sobs. When the tremors had stopped, and she clung to him spent, he whispered against her mouth. ‘I have to go, my darling.’ He turned his attention to Leo, who was still kneeling on the grass looking stunned. ‘I can’t thank you enough for this.’

Leo nodded and forced a smile. ‘Your feelings for each other is why I voted against initiation. This, you know will make things more difficult, cause pain.’

‘But you’ve changed your mind?’ Edward said.

Leo nodded, holding his gaze. ‘Is motives I question. Her worthiness, I do not.’

Edward helped Rita to her feet. ‘I’m so proud of you, darling. Leo will take good care of you, and I’ll see you soon.’ He kissed her, then disappeared into the thicket behind the bench still tucking and zipping as he went. She looked after him until her eyes could no longer focus, then she turned to find Leo dressed and standing next to her. He took up her leash, which was still attached to her collar, and led her back into the house and up to his room without speaking. There, he led her into the bathroom, where he stripped and guided her into the shower.

As the warm water coursed over them, she waited for him to bathe her, but he didn’t. As last, she knelt on the tiles and rested her head against his thigh. He released a long sigh and ran a hand down to caress her neck. ‘In all these years I have fed my pets, I have groomed my pets, I have enjoyed watching my pets’ pleasure, but I’ve never once fucked one of my pets. Is the cardinal rule, and I have made sure that rule is kept. Until now.’

Not knowing what else to do, she stood and slipped her arms around him. For a long moment, he didn’t respond, then he embraced her, pulling her close, kissing the nape of her neck. ‘Being inside you was exquisite. Is the best thing I have felt in a long time.’ He sighed. ‘But no one must ever know, and it must never happen again.’ He pulled away and looked into her eyes. ‘You understand this, my love?’

She nodded, suddenly aware that the moisture on her face wasn’t from the shower.

I
T WAS EVENING BEFORE
Leo brought Brutus to Rita. The night promised to be warm and the moon was full. Leo had led her to another secluded garden and settled her on a thick rug spread on the grass. Next to it was a chaise longue and a small wooden table complete with crystal decanter and a glass. There she had waited for an undeterminable amount of time. She was amazed at how difficult it had already become to keep track of time, and at how quickly she was learning to relax into herself and simply be. Perhaps it was just her response to the environment Leo had created for his pets.

At last Leo returned with a tall, broad-shouldered male. His skin was lightly tanned and his hair was shaved close to his head laying bare strong angular features and full expressive lips that Rita wanted pressed against her pussy. Beyond that the only thing that concerned her was his penis, which was already substantial at half-mast and rising. The moment he saw her, he strained at the leash and grunted. She took that to mean there was mutual interest.

‘Rita, darling, this is Brutus. I’ve brought him to take care of you.’

She lifted her hips and rearranged herself on the rug making sure he got a good view of her pussy.

Leo didn’t immediately unleash Brutus, who struggled and growled, every muscle tensed to get near her. Instead he let the pet get just close enough for a good sniff. Rita raised her bottom, feeling his humid breath tickle against her pout, feeling just the tip of his tongue in his strangled efforts to taste her, test her for readiness.

‘Don’t be too pushy, Brutus. Is the poor girl’s first day, be easy with her,’ Leo cajoled.

Rita didn’t necessarily want easy, but she loved the fact that Brutus had to work to get to her. She moved just close enough for him to get a good deep taste of her, then she yelped and pulled back, torturing herself as well as him. He growled and lunged toward her, his penis now fully erect and bobbing against his belly where he knelt on hands and knees. She gave him another taste and he was practically humping air when she pulled away. While Leo struggled to hold the big male, she moved behind him to admire the buttocks Leo had praised, to sniff and taste, to flick her tongue over the exposed underside of his balls, sending him into a frenzy. Oh, she liked being in control.

Leo must have intuited exactly that because he yanked Brutus back onto his haunches then flat onto his arse, securing the pet by placing a thick arm around his broad shoulders and stroking him as though he were calming a high-strung horse, exposing him for Rita’s appraisal. ‘Is all right, Brutus. Relax,’ Leo coaxed. ‘You’ll be mounting her soon enough.’

At her leisure, she sniffed and nuzzled and took in the earthy pungent scent of maleness ready for the rut, a scent that made her mouth water, and her pussy clench. Brutus’s penis surged and bobbed against her cheek and his hips ground against the grass until she feared he’d have grass stains on his much-praised buttocks.

‘Shshsh,’ Leo crooned next to the big pet’s ear. ‘Let her get used to you. Don’t frighten her. You can wait just a little longer.’

Rita wasn’t sure she could wait, but oh it was nice to try. She ran her tongue up the shaft of his erection, tasting the salty pre cum on the silky tip. Brutus’s whole body tensed, every muscle quivered, and his cock surged against her mouth. She rose on her haunches to straddle him, but when he tried to thrust into her, she grabbed his cock with her hand and rubbed the substantial length of it between her sopping lips like a sausage on hot bread. His growl was not unlike a wild animal, she thought, as she leaned in and bit him hard just above the right nipple. He yelped, his penis strained in her hand and Leo chuckled.

‘Rita, dear, you shouldn’t tease the poor thing so. He has been waiting all day for you. His balls must be nearly bursting by now. Come on, darling. You need it too.’

Of course he was right. She moved back just out of reach, not quite sure what would happen next. Her heart raced with anticipation and even a little bit of fear. On her hands and knees, she turned her bottom to Brutus, making sure her legs were open enough for him to see how ready she was, how badly she wanted him, making sure he got the invitation.

He did.

Leo unhooked the leash from Brutus’s collar, and she was instantly engulfed in warm, hard maleness. In her peripheral vision, she saw Leo settle into the chaise longue and undo his trousers. Then her attention was fully on the other pet.

She was surprised that Brutus didn’t instantly enter her. Instead he folded himself over her, penis pressing against the crevice between her buttocks, hands moving first to cup her breasts, then to explore her pussy, lips and tongue on her nape and her ear, nipping her shoulders, then the back of her neck as she had seen male cats do when they mounted ready females. Finally he slipped inside her with a sigh, quivering all over with amazing control.

She could only imagine how badly he needed to ejaculate, and the thought was such a turn-on that she decided neither of them needed to wait longer. She thrust back hard and bore down on his penis. He got the blessed message and jack hammered as though she were concrete and he planned to break her. It didn’t take long. As her pussy shuddered and she screamed her release, he grabbed her hips and thrust as though he would penetrate clear through her, and she thought he would never stop coming.

The next three times were much more leisurely, and Leo stayed for all of them.

Life at the Zoo was pretty damn good for a pet once you got the hang of it. Rita never realised just how freeing it was not to have to speak, nor had she realised how much could be communicated without a word. In her fantasies, she imagined sharing all she had learned with Edward, but she knew reality wouldn’t be so sweet once she wrote her exposé. She tried not to think about the story, but instead she tried to concentrate on the experience of initiation. Most of the time that was enough to keep her mind off what the consequences of the exposé would surely be.

But when she couldn’t manage to keep her thoughts from straying to what seemed every day more like a betrayal of trust, she did her best to convince herself that all this was a game to Leo, to Alex, to Edward, and she was really nothing more than a pawn to them. Entertainment for the bored rich. When all the usual expensive toys no longer worked, they’d always find some way of entertaining themselves, and at the moment, she was it.

Vivienne wasn’t even the cruellest among them, she told herself. Edward was much crueller. It was Edward who stood by and let the bitch torture her, sabotage her, repeatedly humiliate her. And yet still he deferred to her. Maybe they really were married just like Kate suspected. Why else would he let Vivienne come between them?

One of the best things about life at Leo’s zoo, though, was that there were plenty of distractions, and she had very little time to think about the future. She lay on the grass near the fountain in a literal pile of pets, who were all relaxing in the afternoon sun. Aralias had just fucked her twice, effectively keeping the other males away from her. He lay with his head between her breasts and his arms around her possessively. It had been a constant competition between Brutus and Aralias for her attention, though occasionally one of the other, less alpha, males managed to at least feel her up. It wasn’t her choice. As long as she was Leo’s pet, Leo chose who mounted her, and he usually chose Brutus or Aralias. She had to admit they both knew their way around female anatomy, and Brutus’s attentions had gone a long way toward making her feel better after Edward’s visit.

As for the females, they were all generous with their affection, knowing, as most women did, that having a cock in one’s pussy isn’t the only path to orgasm. In fact, she had two fingers buried to the hilt in Mimi’s tight cunny at the moment, and, the way the little blonde was squirming, Rita knew she was getting close.

The other thing most women know is that they can keep coming long after the men have shot their wads, so while Aralias’s cock was recovering from the last fuck, Blossom, who loved the taste of sex, was licking and slurping at Rita’s pussy. Leo sat in his usual chaise longue looking out over his pets with his cock in his hand.

True to his word, after Edward’s visit, Leo had not offered Rita any more affection than he offered the other pets, though her place in the house with Blossom had remained secure. Millicent, the maid, complained about the extra work of having two pets in the house. But that same afternoon Rita and Blossom caught Leo in the big wing-backed chair straining under Millicent’s squirming bottom with his face buried in the woman’s ample cleavage. After that, Millicent didn’t complain about pets in the house.

Rita was just coming again when Rajka came to Leo and whispered something in his ear. With more than a little effort, he tucked his cock back into his khakis and called for Rita. She disentangled herself from her fellow pets, who responded with a few grunts and groans of protest.

The glow of arousal was already gone from Leo’s face when Rita approached him, and he sucked his bottom lip thoughtfully. ‘Rita, darling, go with Rajka up to my suite, and I will join you in a little while.’

In Leo’s suite, Rajka undressed herself, led Rita into the shower and began to bathe her. Rita bathed with the other pets now, a veritable pool party, morning and night, with several groomers on hand to help with the hard to reach places and to towel and massage the pets before bedtime. There had been no bathing in Leo’s private suite since Edward’s visit.

By the time Rajka had towelled her dry, Leo arrived. On a hanger in one hand he held a strapless blue sundress, in the other hand he carried a pair of sandals with kitten heels.

He forced a smile. ‘You have completed this part of initiation, darling, brilliantly, I might add. Sadly, Vivienne has decided that you have been my pet long enough.’

‘She makes decisions for everyone, does she?’ The words came out after a week of silence and with far more venom than she could have imagined.

‘She is head of High Council.’ Leo dismissed Rajka, then knelt to help Rita into a black lace thong, lingering to caress her curves in ways he would have never done when she was his pet. ‘I will miss you, my love.’

When he stood to help her into the dress, she lifted her lips to his and lingered there exploring his mouth. He made no attempt to push her away. At last she spoke. ‘Being your pet has been an experience I’ll treasure, Leo. But I’m not your pet any longer.’ She ran her hand down to caress the growing bulge in his khakis. ‘Remember that the next time you want to do more than just watch.’

‘I shall, my love,’ he breathed. ‘I promise I shall.’

Millicent knocked at the door and stuck her head in. ‘The limo’s here.’ She caught Leo’s gaze. ‘Mistress Vivienne has come for her.’

‘R
ITA, DARLING
. I
HARDLY
recognised you without your hoodie.’ Vivienne motioned Rita into the limo to sit across from her, then the driver pulled away.

The head of the High Council was as exquisite in a mini skirt and a lilac bustier as she was in the dressed-to-kill gowns she wore at The Mount. Rita hated to admit it, but in spite of all the bitch had done to her, the sight of the woman was still exciting, even arousing.

Vivienne raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. ‘Come on, girl. You’re not one of Leo’s little pets any more. You can speak. After all, we’re practically family, aren’t we?’

‘I sort of enjoyed the quiet,’ Rita said, mentally high-fiving herself for being so glib.

‘Well, I certainly wouldn’t miss your horrible Mid-Western accent.’

‘I’m from Seattle,’ Rita said.

Vivienne waved her hand as though swatting away an annoying insect. ‘Never mind. I figured the ride back to London would give us some girl time. I’m sure you must have all kinds of questions about Edward, and no one knows Edward better than I do.’

When Rita made no response, Vivienne offered a little pout. ‘Surely Edward hasn’t already told you everything. Of course not.’ She raised a dumb blonde finger to her mouth and pursed her lips. ‘If he had, you wouldn’t still be here.’ She shrugged playfully. ‘Never mind, it’ll be so much fun when all is revealed.’

Before Rita could respond, Vivien leaned forward and stroked the fabric of the sun dress. ‘Lovely outfit. Leo always did have exquisite taste. I let him dress me occasionally. Only when I’m not in a hurry, though. Leo likes to take his time.’ She ran a hand down her breasts to linger on the ribbon that laced the bustier. ‘Lorelei dressed me today. She knows how to showcase my best assets.’ She chuckled softly. ‘I can tell you agree.

‘Oh don’t look so surprised. I could feel you gawping at me from the moment you got in the limo.’ She gave the ribbon a tug and it loosened. Then she slowly began to unlace. ‘You want to see what’s underneath, don’t you? You want to see my tits, I know you do.’ She gave her breasts a knead. ‘Edward likes to pinch my nipples. Nobody can make them as tight and hard as Edward can. He makes it hurt. He knows I like it. Then he bites them. He has me bouncing all over the bed when he does that. Well, whenever we’re actually in a bed.’

Vivienne pulled the bustier open as she spoke, all the while her eyes were locked on Rita. ‘Does it bother you when I talk about what Edward does to me? Do you want me to stop?’ She let out her breath slowly and shifted until her breasts were free. ‘I didn’t think so. You want to know what he does to me. You want to know because it makes you feel like you know him a little better.’ She caressed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, then slid her right hand down between her thighs.

Rita felt as though her chest would explode with some hybrid of anger and hurt. She couldn’t listen. She daren’t. It was too much to know, too personal. And yet she held her breath, desperate for Vivienne to continue.

‘The way he touches me down there, it’s like just by fingering my cunt, he can somehow get to rest of me. All of me.’ Vivienne moaned and kicked off her strappy stilettos. With the agility of a gymnast, she slid her foot up over Rita’s belly, wriggling down in the seat until Rita caught a glimpse of the pink folds of her cunt, clean-shaven, open like a hungry mouth peeking from under the mini skirt. ‘He nibbles my clit like he does my nipples, until it hurts, and just when I’m about to cry, I come. I come so hard. Then he goes down on me, deep down, so deep that I feel like he’s worked his way completely inside of me. You know, clear up here.’ She laid a hand between her breasts. ‘Then when he comes up his face is wet from me, like he’s been in the ocean. And I taste me on him when he kisses me just before he pushes into me.’

She slid her foot up on to the bodice of Rita’s sundress, pausing to knead each of her breasts in turn with long, slender toes. Then she curled them over the top of the bodice and pulled it away from Rita’s breasts, making a little purr of a giggle at the back of her throat as Rita caught her breath. ‘Shall I tell you more?’ Then she gripped Rita’s left nipple between her toes and pinched until Rita yelped. But before she could separate the pain from the pleasure, Vivienne withdrew and pushed Rita’s knees apart with her foot. She manoeuvred cherry-lacquered toes between Rita’s thighs, and in spite of herself, Rita couldn’t hold back a little whimper as Vivienne’s agile toes curled around the crotch of her thong, pushed it aside, then wriggled in between her labia.

She felt like she would burst into flame. She wished she had the willpower to push Vivienne away, but instead, she slid down in the seat, opened her legs, and pressed onto Vivienne’s probing foot, thrusting back breathlessly.

Vivienne pulled and tugged at her own nipples, shoving the clinging bustier out of the way with a soft curse. Her other hand caressed her pout in long flat strokes. Somewhere in the back of her sex-addled mind, Rita observed that Vivienne wore no panties. Her cunt lips were swollen and splayed wide as her fingers darted in and out of her hole, and the scent of their pussies blended in the air like some exotic perfume. Rita watched in fascination as the woman tweaked her clit until it burst from beneath its hood, pearlescent with the sheen of her juices.

Vivienne continued. ‘He can hold his load for ages, Edward can. He likes to make me wait for it, beg for it.’ She bit her lip. ‘He can be so cruel sometimes. But when he’s inside me, I’m so full, so absolutely full, and I feel like if he pushes just a little harder, just the tiniest bit, I’ll explode with such force that when it’s all over, there’ll be nothing left of me.’

Then Vivienne became non-verbal, struggling to breathe, while Rita watched and ached, pressed against her thrusting toes. The woman ground her arse into expensive leather upholstery and humped the four fingers buried in her grasping cunt. Little mewling sounds escaped her throat. Her other hand assaulted her breasts in great kneading fistfuls of soft round flesh.

When Vivienne’s orgasm convulsed over her and jerked her against the seat, she gave the crotch of Rita’s thong a hard yank with her toes, tugging it tight between the folds of Rita’s pussy, holding her splayed open and unsatisfied against the fabric, forcing her to watch while she came. She held Rita there while she caught her breath, then she released her, wiped her foot on the inside of Rita’s thigh and slipped it back into her shoe. ‘You’re a voyeur at the gate, Rita, ogling what you can’t comprehend, but think you want.’ Her eyes were ice, her lips were drawn tight against her teeth. ‘As for my relationship with Edward, well you couldn’t begin to understand what Edward and I share, so stop trying.’

Rita felt as though she had been gut-punched. She could do nothing but gape in a cocktail of shame and anger as Vivienne fumbled in her bag for a silk handkerchief, leisurely wiping and caressing her folds before she laced her breasts back into the bustier and straightened her skirt.

Luckily, Vivienne’s mobile rang, and she chatted happily to Lorelei about some planned trip to the south of France. It was as though Rita were not even there. She tidied herself, burning with anger and frustration, unable to believe she had let the bitch get to her, and on such a basic level. How could she have let anyone reduce her to this, to begging for glimpses into Edward’s sex life, private glimpses that were not hers to have. But then none of it was hers to have. That was the problem. She didn’t belong in this world.

All the more reason to finish the initiation, minimise contact with Edward, and just do her work. Once the exposé was out, she could take her pick of jobs and never look back. This was the break she needed, she reminded herself for the hundredth time. She should be thanking Vivienne for the stiff kick-in-the-ass reminder.

When the limo arrived at Rita’s flat an hour later, Vivienne was still on the mobile and offered no good-bye, no sign that she had even noticed Rita leaving.

Inside her flat, Rita started the kettle then listened to the messages on her mobile that had accumulated while she was away. Most of them were from Owen, wondering how their big project was coming along and asking if she could email him Rory’s address, if she had it. It took her a few minutes to realise he was talking about Aurora.

She had barely got the coffee made and the computer booted, when her mobile signalled an incoming text.

R U alrite? Sorry abt V bringing U home. U wr amazng at L’s. U r always & endlessly amazing, my love. Thank U! EXX

It took a tremendous amount of restraint, but she didn’t respond to the text. Vivienne was right. She didn’t know anything about Edward. She wouldn’t even know him if she met him on the street. How could she so easily and completely allow herself to forget something so disturbing?

The flat felt stuffy from being shut up all week. She opened the window next to the computer and breathed in the fresh air. As she pushed back the curtains, she noticed a lone car setting beneath the street light. The man inside seemed to be peering up at her flat. She squinted. Surely he wasn’t looking through binoculars?

She quickly stepped back and pulled the curtains. Vivienne was making her paranoid. It was probably just someone who had pulled over to make a phone call. Maybe the wife had phoned him to pick up a curry on the way home. She turned back to the business at hand.

The best way to deal with The Mount and all its bullshit was research. She started back at the beginning. Every journalist knows how easy it is to miss the obvious when she’s looking for something bigger.

After being trapped in a limo for two hours with the bitch, Vivienne seemed like a good place to start. Rita googled her, as she had before, and found exactly what she had found before. Vivienne Arlington Page managed The Mount. Part of The Mount’s appeal was Vivienne’s Garbo mystique. She was a master of showing herself at the right time in the right place, to the right people, but only very sparingly.

If information on Vivienne was scant, it was non-existent on Edward. He wasn’t mentioned in any of the write-ups she could find about The Mount. There was no last name, no first name, no photos, no Edward at all mentioned in connection with The Mount. There was a brief mention of Lorelei Grimes Slater, Leo Peregrine Banacek, Alexander Felix Benton, Morgan Tennyson Hanes, even Aurora Lytton Barnet. And though information on any of them was sketchy at best, there was absolutely nothing on Edward. It was as though he didn’t exist. And certainly without a last name, there was no pursuing him further.

The thought of Edward’s apparent non-existence gave her a chill. How had she missed this before? Had she just not wanted to see? Vivienne said he was a monster. Vivienne said if Rita knew his secrets, she’d have nothing to do with him. She chafed her goose-fleshed arms, then remembered the window was open. As she stood to close it, she noticed the car had not moved, and the driver was definitely looking up at her flat with binoculars.

Damn The Mount! Damn the day she had ever set foot in the place. It wasn’t bad enough that they had invaded her life, now they had to watch her 24/7 as well. That was it. She’d had enough of Vivienne’s shit. She had no one’s number but Edward’s mobile, which she really didn’t want to use tonight. But, damn it, she wasn’t going to be spied on. She texted.

Y is V hvng my flat watched!?

Only seconds later she got a response.

No 1 frm TM watching your flat. Stay put. Sending someone 2 chk out situ. EXX

Sending someone! Goddamn it, he was always sending someone, never coming himself. Just as she was about to have a good rage, she noticed the message light blinking on the land line. She picked it up and listened to the message.

‘
Rita, darling. I’m so sorry for my part in all that’s happened. You’re my daughter and I love you. Please can’t we make this right? Please call me.’

There were four more messages just like it. As she deleted them,
she suddenly realised what was actually happening, and she dropped onto the sofa still clutching the phone in her hand. Of course it wasn’t Vivienne spying on her. She grabbed her mobile and texted Edward.

My mistake. Bloke stopped to use mobile

she lied. She wasn’t about to tell Edward that her own mother was spying on her. Jesus, the woman couldn’t have picked a worse time.

To her surprise, and disappointment, there was no text back.