To Disappear (20 page)

She buried her face in the cushion, letting the soft cotton capture her cries as she dampened it with tears. Her sobs caught somewhere in her chest and restricted her breathing with such force that she began to fear she might faint. A haze descended over her mind and body, and just as she was about to scream at them to stop once again, Preston’s voice cut through the chatter.

‘Enough! Drop the cane.’

The cruel implement fell soundlessly to the floor, leaving the room filled only with the choked sounds of Lydia’s sobbing. Her bottom flared with pain, her shoulders aching from having her arms restrained behind her back. Then to her utter gratitude she felt Preston pulling at the laces of her corset. The stiff silk and bones peeled away from her sweaty skin, releasing her breasts and ribcage. Lydia began crying all over again from sheer relief, opening her mouth to draw in huge gulps of air. Her breasts swayed freely, heaving with the force of her breath, and her spine eased deliciously from its enforced posture.

Although she was unable to push the corset entirely from her body, the loosing of the laces was more than she had hoped for. She groaned with delight, dimly thinking that the beating might have been worth it simply for the pleasure of breathing unhindered again and allowing her muscles to slacken.

She gave a little yelp of discomfort when a female hand pressed unexpectedly against her reddened bottom and moved lower to caress the damp folds of her sex. Her skin fairly flared with heat, and she longed for a cooling salve of some sort. And yet in spite of the prickles scorching the tender skin of her bottom, an equally intense heat began burning between her legs, centering on the pulsing bud of her clitoris as it grew damp with the fluids of her arousal.

She bit her lip on a groan, unable to prevent the thrusts of her hips as she started to work her body against Odette’s cultured fingers, her mind swimming in the whirlpool of sensations stimulated by the repeated slaps of the cane against her buttocks, the other woman’s fingers sliding into the tight, humid warmth of her aching passage.

Poised on the brink, Lydia closed her eyes, her breath coming in rapid gasps as she struggled vainly to impale herself on Odette’s fingers. She suddenly didn’t care how she looked to the guests who were watching her with lust-filled eyes, for all she craved was the explosion of pleasure that dangled tauntingly just beyond her grasp. With a groan she twisted her hips, silently willing Odette to rub the aching swell of her womanly pleasure.

Odette’s hand lifted from the wetness of her sex with a swiftness that startled Lydia, and she caught her breath in surprise, trying to turn and see what was the matter.

Preston had taken Odette’s place behind her, the compact stalk of his penis pressing against the front of his trousers, and a pool of unfulfilled desire expanded between Lydia’s thighs at the sight of the lewd bulge.

‘Get on your knees and turn around,’ Preston ordered, clamping onto her bound wrists and forcing her upright. Lydia almost protested, her body throbbing from the force of the caning and from the rampant need that tightened around her sex like a vicious rope. Then she looked at Preston’s expression and struggled to her knees on the carpet, wishing she could at least hold her bottom cheeks in a desperate attempt to soothe the pain. She knew what Preston wanted, and maneuvered in front of him as he lowered the zip of his trousers to release the protruding length of his erection.

Shameful desire sank sharp claws into Lydia at the sight of the pulsing column, the pale skin bursting with thick veins, the darkened head shiny with moisture. Her eyelids drifted closed as she sealed her full lips around the heavy knob, her heart thrumming frantically in her chest as she tasted the fluids of his emission upon the surface of her tongue.

Preston’s fingers curved around her scalp as he began to pump in and out of the hot cavern of her mouth. Although his erection was not nearly as intimidating as Kruin’s or as impressive as Gabriel’s, he thrust into her with such energy she feared she might choke. But she forced herself to slacken her lips and throat, saliva and Preston’s male liquids easing his pathway.

The guests were all treated to the scrumptious sight of Lydia’s welted, crimson bottom below her loosened corset. Her breasts had escaped the silk and bone confines as well, and the pert mounds, embellished with rosy crests, bounced deliciously with every thrust of Preston’s stiff member. Perspiration and exertion dampened her white skin, polishing it like rain-kissed marble.

She leaned forward, her back arching as she struggled to take the length of Preston’s hard flesh into her mouth. Her lips stretched over the shaft before he pulled himself from her and commanded in a husky voice that she suckle his dangling testicles.

A little moan escaped her as her tongue flickered out to caress the taut globes. She took the twin sacs between her lips, sucking them lightly until Preston grasped his penis in his fist and guided it back into her mouth.

His fingers clamped into her hair as she worked her mouth up and down on him, little murmurs escaping her as she bathed his erect stalk with saliva and the heat of her tongue. Moisture flowed between her thighs, causing her to press her legs together and squirm, still craving the release that had been so abruptly denied.

The musky, heady scent of Preston filled her nostrils like a potent aphrodisiac, and she wondered fleetingly what kind of psychological force rested behind her compliant suckling of the man who was so intent on punishing and humiliating her.

Preston’s breathing came in quick pants as he began nearing the apex of his pleasure. Lydia sensed the expanding tension of his body, and with the strange need to please him she began increasing the stroking movements of her lips and tongue. The flavors of him fused with the incessant burning of her punished bottom and the restriction of her arms. The multiple sensations conspired to drive all other thoughts from her mind, focusing her entire being on carnal desire.

Preston pushed forward, increasing the pace of his thrusts until he gave a grunt and spurted milky liquids into her mouth. Lydia pulled back slightly as his emissions slid down her throat as the hardness of his shaft began to ebb. She stroked her tongue over him before he eased away from her, his blue eyes filled with satisfaction as he looked down at her subservient, kneeling figure.

He stroked a hand through her hair, which had become loosened from its fancy upsweep, and damp strands clung to her face and neck.

Lydia gave him a beseeching look. Her arms and shoulders were painfully rigid from their enforced position behind her back, and she moaned with relief when he bent to unlash her wrists.

Unable to stop herself, she bent forward and pressed her hands to the floor, closing her eyes as the tension in her muscles abated. She wanted to sink down onto the carpet and let it absorb her lingering shock and pain, but then Preston stroked her bruised rump.

‘So, Lydia,’ he said smoothly, ‘you haven’t been with a woman since Cassie, have you?’

Lydia swallowed hard and shook her head. Apprehension flickered inside her as she realized that he wasn’t finished with this erotic display.

‘I didn’t think so,’ he said. ‘Sit up, please.’

Wincing, she rose to her knees again, embarrassment scorching her as she realized the guests were still watching her. She had become so immersed in her task she had almost forgotten she was on full display. The men had their erect cocks projecting from their groins, some stroking them with unhidden excitement. The women were nearly naked, although the sight of them failed to provide Lydia with any degree of comfort.

She looked at Odette, who moved to stand in front of her. She had a boyish figure with slim hips and small breasts capped with pink nipples, and brown curls that glistened with moisture concealed her sex. Lydia’s heart began to pound as she sensed what Preston had in mind.

‘Why don’t we see if you remember how to pleasure a woman as well as you pleasure me?’ he suggested.

Lydia let out her breath on a moan as Odette stretched out before her, spreading her firm thighs to reveal the moist, pink creases of her sex. A memory of Cassie with her plump breasts and slim body appeared in her mind. Arousal spun through her so swiftly that her hands shook as she placed them carefully upon Odette’s raised knees.

Odette lifted her head to give Lydia a wicked smile. ‘Show me the talents of your pretty tongue, Lydia.’

Wondering how much more of this she could endure, Lydia bent and pressed her lips against the other’s spread cleft. The musky flavor of Preston’s emissions still lingered on her tongue, mingling with the feminine honey coating Odette’s secret lips, and the cocktail of tastes caused a renewed bolt of excitement to wind through her. She stroked her tongue over the intimate pleats, satisfaction rising in her at the sound of Odette’s breathy groans. Some latent knowledge of how to please a woman returned with full force, as she remembered what erotic manipulations had aroused Cassie the most thoroughly.

She dipped her tongue into the fissure of Odette’s body, and then sealed her lips gently around the turgid bud barely concealed by her folds. Lydia’s position of crouching before the other woman caused her buttocks to protrude, creating a highly inviting display of rounded flesh. She gasped with surprise when she felt a man put his hands on her upturned cheeks and part them wider without the slightest compunction. Although her body had been aching for a masculine penetration, she balked when she failed to recognize the man’s touch, and only Preston’s harsh ‘Lydia!’ prevented her from withdrawing in panic. So she curled her hands underneath Odette’s thighs, stiffening with both anticipation and alarm when the bulging knob of a penis began rubbing against her exposed lips. She groaned, lowering her mouth again as the man began to slowly push into her body.

The delicious feeling of being filled by an erect male from behind while performing cunnilingus sent her into a tailspin of sensations. Whimpers came from her throat as the man began a slow plundering of her, his shaft moving with oiled ease. His hands clutched her stinging bottom cheeks, eliciting a whole new wave of pain that only served to enhance her fierce tension. She had never felt so wanton, so immodestly exposed and penetrated.

Although her body throbbed with the increasing need for release, she forced herself to concentrate on bestowing pleasure. She continued licking and sucking Odette, her fingers digging into the woman’s firm thighs as she felt her begin to tense with urgency. Odette writhed lusciously underneath the delectation of Lydia’s tongue. Her foamy fluids painted Lydia’s lips, her legs rising as she let out a loud shriek and shook with intense vibrations.

The man started pumping into Lydia with increasing force, each thrust accompanied by a husky bellow. Lydia moaned and clutched at Odette to try and retain her position, wishing the man would see fit to rub the throbbing bud of her feminine center. His cock slapped wetly against her flesh before he succumbed to his own orgasm with a growl of rapture.

Both the man and Odette didn’t move for a long moment, leaving Lydia in her crouched position still desperately craving release.

She straightened, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath and turned to look at the man who had pleasured himself with her. He was in his early forties with blond hair, and he gave her bottom a light slap as he moved away. Lydia couldn’t look at any of the other people, but sensed their attention on her was beginning to wane as they began focusing on each other.

Lydia finally lifted her hesitant gaze to Preston, who was lounging in a chair near the fireplace. He gave her a lazy smile before turning towards the lushly plump woman beside him, who was massaging his flaccid penis to another erection, Lydia startled by the flash of jealousy that sparked to life inside her. While she had never expected that any of the three men would please themselves only with her, it was decidedly unnerving to see them engaged in erotic activities with other women. She could understand her jealousy where Gabriel was concerned, but she hadn’t imagined she would ever feel the same way about Preston.

Tearing her gaze from him, she wiped her damp hair away from her forehead and adjusted her corset to cover her breasts, just as Odette got to her knees to kiss her. It was lovely, and she brushed her palms audaciously over Odette’s small breasts, shivering at the feel of her taut nipples.

‘You do know how to use your mouth, my precious,’ Odette murmured, stroking her tongue over Lydia’s lower lip before easing away. She stretched luxuriously and went to a leather settee where a handsome man dressed as a cowboy was lounging, and within seconds the two were kissing and groping each other.

Feeling strangely bereft with the attention no longer focused on her, Lydia rose slowly to her feet. She put her hand on a nearby table to brace herself against a wave of dizziness, and although she longed to press her thighs together to quell the ache of her womanly core, she forced herself to retain her self-control. She put her hands on her bottom, feeling the heat of the cane still burning into her skin, the welts branding her with the evidence of her punishment. She wished she could return to her room, but suspected that her request would be refused.

‘Lydia.’

She turned to find Kruin standing beside her. She steeled herself against a harsh word or criticism, but to her surprise he put his heavy arm around her shoulders. He didn’t draw her towards him, but the mere weight of his arm calmed the tension still gripping her.

‘You did very well,’ Kruin said, his expression one of approval. ‘The kind of compliance you displayed this evening is exactly what we had hoped of you.’