Beyond Temptation (24 page)

It was a disappointment when he dropped the belt to the floor and unfastened his jeans.

‘You wanted to fuck the lady of the manor this morning,’ Amelia said as he stepped out of his pants.

‘Were you eavesdropping?’

‘I accidentally overheard,’ Amelia corrected. ‘But you’re desperate for her, aren’t you?’

‘You’re going out of your way to make this harder on yourself.’

She tried to hide her smile. ‘She didn’t let you fuck her, did she? The prick-teasing bitch changed her mind at the last moment. That must have been so frustrating for you. Would you have fucked her hard? Would you have made it memorable for her?’

‘I’ll fuck you hard,’ he hissed.

His cock was rigid and he threatened her with its unwavering length.

‘Stop trying to wind me up, Amelia,’ he warned. ‘You know I’ll only make you suffer.’

She shivered, but said nothing by way of apology.

‘If you want to fuck me hard, then do it,’ she challenged. ‘I won’t suddenly go all coy and say no when your cock’s touching my pussy lips.’

‘Dear God,’ he mumbled. ‘You weren’t just eavesdropping. You were spying on us.’

‘Like you don’t enjoy being watched?’

His hands grabbed her hips and he plunged into her with one fluid thrust. The thickness of his cock and his considerable length were a devastating combination. Because she was bent over, with her head below the level of her buttocks, he seemed to fill her with one effortless plunge. The head of his shaft pushed against the neck of her womb. She grunted with shock and excitement. The hands that had held her hips now cupped her buttocks. His fingers felt instinctively for the raised welts he had brought out with the cat.

Amelia grimaced and struggled beneath him.

She relished every agonising moment. Her knees eventually buckled beneath the fury of his pounding and she collapsed onto the bed. His penetration was suddenly deeper than ever before. His cock wasn’t just banging at the neck of her womb. It was trying to go beyond.

She screamed.

The shrill sound pierced the wall and shook the aged glass windows in their frames. Ignoring her protests, Yale rode harder. The new position they had fallen into allowed him to grope her breasts. It meant he had to press himself tighter against her but Amelia found that a stimulus too. His entire naked body was crushed against hers. Each thrust took her to the brink of orgasm.

‘Harder,’ she demanded, not sure why she was screaming the word. ‘Harder. Fuck me harder.’

‘Demanding bitch,’ he snapped. He rode his length more vigorously into her wet velvet crease. His fingers roughly massaged her breasts, squeezing, pinching and pulling the sensitive flesh of her nipples.

She could feel his climax beginning in the balls that pounded at the lips of her pussy. His sac was painfully tight and she sensed he was on the verge of exploding. His length seemed to stiffen and she tensed herself for the inevitable eruption. Breathing hard, she tried to squeeze her inner muscles around his shaft. It took a gargantuan effort to regain control over the delicate inner flesh but she concentrated all her energies on the task.

Yale groaned as she gripped him. His hands were tight against her breasts as he pushed himself deep inside. With a roar of triumph, he climaxed.

Amelia screamed again.

The pulsing jet sent her to a plateau of euphoria that stretched to infinity. Her shrieks of pleasure came close to drowning out his cries of joy as he emptied himself inside her. Together they relished their noisy climaxes in an ebbing wave of elation.

He pulled his spent length from her, sighing tiredly. His lips placed tender kisses on her neck and back, making her shudder as he teased the fading embers of her orgasm.

‘
She
was never this servile, was she?’ Amelia asked quietly.

‘We don’t talk about her.’

‘But she wasn’t, was she? She would never have let you whip her and make her scream. Was that one of the reasons why you chose me and not her?’

She had twisted around on the bed and was studying him as he walked to his fallen easel and tried to salvage something from the damage.

‘It was one of the reasons,’ he said absently. ‘That, and I love you.’

The words, spoken with such casual dismissal, left her shivering with a thrill that the sex hadn’t managed to evoke. She looked at him with a renewed shine in her eyes. Happy, she wanted to embrace him and kiss him and thank him. Instead, because she knew he would shrink from such a display of affection, she changed the subject.

‘What was wrong with the painting? Why did you trash it?’

He stared sullenly at the torn canvas. ‘It had some shit on it,’ he replied pettily. Glancing over to her, he explained, ‘I was trying to paint the nutter bitch.’

He glanced at the wall that separated them from Robyn’s bedroom.

Amelia nodded.

‘I was trying to remember her face and put it on your body,’ he continued. ‘But I hadn’t got the thing right. I’d ended up putting your piercings on the picture.’

‘Couldn’t you just paint the piercings out?’ she asked, stroking her fingers self-consciously upon her breasts.

He shook his head. Grinning, he held up the torn painting.

‘I think I might need some sticky tape before I start trying to do a cover-up.’

She smiled weakly. A thought niggled at the back of her mind.

‘You really want to paint her, don’t you?’

The rueful flash of his eyes was enough of an answer. ‘There’s a tortured need in that woman that I’m desperate to get down on canvas. She’s such a mess of desires, longing and pent-up repression. She’s a portrait of frustration.’

‘I could get her modelling for you.’

He fixed her with a sharp stare. There was a latent threat in his frown. ‘Don’t joke with me.’

She smiled, slipped from the bed and pressed her naked body against his. ‘I never joke about your art,’ she assured him. ‘Fix your easel and prepare a new canvas. I’ll get Robyn for you and you can have your model.’

* * *

Robyn groaned and closed her eyes.

She wished the world would change when she opened them.

It didn’t.

Dominic still stood in the doorway of her bedroom, dressed only in a loose bathrobe. In one hand he held the black condom he had been brandishing all day. At least the sounds of Yale and Amelia had begun to subside, she realised. The couple had been shrieking so loudly that she had begun to fear one of them would come out of the room carrying a severed head. Now the sounds had peaked and vanished she had hoped to get a good night’s sleep without the distraction of unwanted arousal and the accompanying noise.

The smile on Dominic’s lips told her that she was hoping for too much.

Robyn knew she had to dampen his interest before he began to excite her.

‘Dominic,’ she began wearily, ‘the words “fuck off” often cause offence, but I feel the time has come –’

‘You look gorgeous,’ he broke in. ‘I’ve been thinking about you ever since the dinner party.’

She glanced down at herself, uncomfortable with the fact that she was in a state of semi-undress. She had tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and unfastened too many buttons to be comfortable beneath Dominic’s eager gaze.

‘I’m pleased I made such a memorable impression but I don’t think you –’

‘You make love like a tigress.’

‘Whilst it’s nice that you know about mating rituals with animals, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the suggestion that you’ve practised bestiality.’

He looked momentarily puzzled. Shaking his head to dismiss whatever she had said, he stepped into the room. ‘When I heard you were up here, I was hoping we could have some quality time together.’ He walked quickly towards her and tried to embrace her.

Robyn stepped away from him.

‘I came up here for the isolation,’ she began firmly. ‘I have some thinking to do, and I believe it would be done better without any distractions.’

He nodded sagely, as though he understood and sympathised with her plight. ‘I can imagine that Yale and his entourage aren’t helping things,’ he said seriously. He put his hands on her shoulders and added, ‘Perhaps I can distract you for a while.’

‘Perhaps you can leave me alone?’

He reached for the fastened buttons on her blouse. ‘I doubt you’d want that.’

She glanced down at him and saw his bathrobe had fallen open. He was naked beneath it and she was treated to the impressive sight of his long erection jutting towards her. The sight awoke her need for satisfaction and she cursed him for not going away when she had asked.

‘Fuck off, Dominic,’ Robyn snapped. She slapped his hands away from her blouse. ‘I don’t need this and I don’t want it. How many times have I got to tell you, you fucking moron?’

He looked puzzled by her sharp rebuke and more than a little hurt.

‘What the hell’s wrong with you? We had a blast the other night. I thought you enjoyed what we did. I thought that you would have wanted to enjoy a repeat performance.’

She closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened her eyes again she found her gaze was fixed on his length. The sight evoked so many desires that she had to turn away from him before she could speak.

‘Perhaps I do want that.’ She struggled to keep the threat of tears from her voice. ‘But wanting and having are two completely different things. A lot of things have changed since the other night.’

She felt him step close to her. Pressing his body against her back he brought his hands around her front and began to caress her breasts through the flimsy fabric of her blouse. The pressure of his erection pushed between her buttocks. If it hadn’t been for her skirt Robyn knew she would have felt his shaft press against her intimate flesh.

The thought made her shiver.

‘You want to fuck,’ he whispered. ‘You want to fuck me. I can feel that.’

‘Yes,’ she agreed. ‘But I can’t. Harold wasn’t happy that you and I …’ Her voice trailed off. She didn’t dare supply the final words – fearful they might trigger too many memories.

‘Harold didn’t seem that unhappy when I last spoke to him.’

She turned to face him. ‘You spoke with Harold?’

‘Harold suggested I come up here and see you. He seemed to think you’d be quite pleased to see me.’

* * *

Amelia burst into the room, unmindful of the couple making love on top of the sheets.

Christian slid his cock into Bernice’s tight wet warmth, groaning softly as he extracted every last morsel of pleasure. Bernice panted heavily, her breath expelled from her lungs by each thrust of the man’s shaft.

Amelia slapped Christian’s bare backside.

‘You seem to have recovered from our game with the thistle,’ she said cheerfully. She traced her finger against the rim of his anus, mildly surprised at how quickly he had been healed by the calamine.

He shivered beneath her touch, muttering something inaudible against Bernice’s neck. Bernice giggled and writhed harder on the bed.

‘You can finish that later,’ Amelia said. Her sharp tone allowed no room for argument. ‘The three of us have work to do.’

Christian groaned and rolled off Bernice. ‘Can’t we have a little privacy?’

‘Yes,’ Bernice agreed suddenly. She sat up on the bed and fixed Amelia with a defiant glare.

Amelia supposed it was Christian’s nearness that was adding to the blonde’s confidence, but she couldn’t understand why. They were both submissives and subordinates. When they weren’t modelling she had already decided they were there for her entertainment.

‘Leave us with a little privacy for God’s sake,’ Bernice blurted. ‘You don’t tell us what to do around here. It’s Yale who gives the instructions.’

Amelia raised a surprised eyebrow. She was more amused than annoyed by Bernice’s attitude but she couldn’t see that lasting for long. Drawing a deep breath, deciding to deal with this potential insurrection before it properly began, she flexed a vicious smile and glanced at the naked models.

‘When Yale isn’t around, you’ll both do as I tell you, and you’ll enjoy it too,’ she started calmly. She reached over and stroked her hands along the length of Christian’s cock. The flesh was wet from Bernice’s pussy. ‘Do you want me to find another thistle for you, Christian?’

He shook his head. His erection twitched treacherously beneath her touch.

‘I’d rather you didn’t,’ he whispered.

She turned her razor-toothed expression on Bernice. ‘Would you like me to bring you a thistle?’

‘I wouldn’t care,’ Bernice scowled. She tilted her jaw to glare defiantly at Amelia.

Amelia nodded approval. ‘I can get Christian to bring you one tomorrow morning. He won’t wake you when he goes out looking for one, because he’ll be spending the night in my bed. You’ll be alone in here tonight.’

It was enough of a threat to make her compliant. Bernice stared miserably at Amelia, tears welling on the lower lids of her large eyes.

‘You’re a bitch,’ she said softly. ‘You’re nothing but a bitch.’

‘A bitch and proud of it,’ Amelia agreed. ‘Now, don’t make me carry out the threat. Just do as I ask and we can all go on being one big happy – if somewhat dysfunctional – family.’

Christian stood up and glared at her. ‘What do you want us to do?’

* * *

‘You spoke with Harold this morning?’ Robyn repeated.

She studied Dominic’s face, wondering if he could possibly be lying. The idea seemed ludicrous when she saw the sincerity in his eyes. A second thought occurred to her but she shied away from that one. She had spent most of yesterday deluding herself with paranoid images of Yale working on Harold’s behalf. It wouldn’t do to start thinking the same thoughts about Dominic.

But once that idea had been planted it took a very firm hold.

‘What did Harold say?’

Dominic shrugged. ‘He said I should drive up and pay you a social visit. He told me you were on your own up here. He said you might appreciate the company.’

She frowned. ‘Harold said that?’

‘He gave it quite a lewd meaning when he said it,’ Dominic explained. ‘He also suggested I call him when I got back, and let him know how we both got on.’