Beyond Temptation (28 page)

Robyn screamed.

She closed her eyes and saw a million rockets explode in the darkness. Each burst of light was accompanied by a thrill that rippled endlessly through her body.

The woman behind her was tonguing her most intimate parts with a ferocity that left Robyn weak and crippled with gratitude. She was no longer trying to stand in the awkward position that the chains demanded. Now she dangled limply from them and allowed her guests to use her as they pleased.

‘She should be wet enough for you now.’ Amelia’s voice sounded slightly muffled, as though she was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

As if to punctuate the sentence, Yale’s cock was placed against the rim of Robyn’s anus. He pushed firmly against the tight flesh. His hands rested on her hips. His lips brushed her neck as he kissed her.

‘Are you sure you want this, Robyn?’

For an instant she couldn’t understand the meaning of the question. Her body was so desperate for his penetration that she wondered how he could be so dense as to ask such a thing. He had to be talking about something else, she reasoned and, because she couldn’t see behind her, she supposed it was something out of her range of vision. As though prompting a response, Yale nudged the tip of his cock hard against her backside.

‘Tell me, Robyn,’ he urged. ‘Do you really want this?’

‘YES!’ she screamed. ‘Fuck me, Yale. Fuck me!’

He did.

He pushed slowly forward, filling her bowel with the entire length of his shaft. Dominic continued to ride his cock into her pussy, his forward thrusts slowing as her inner muscles were made tighter by Yale’s entry.

As though they had sensed her elation, Bernice and Christian sucked harder. They nipped and nibbled at her aching breasts.

Her body was stroked and caressed by so many hands and mouths she teetered on the brink of fainting. She closed her eyes and then opened them wide when Dominic began to kiss her. His mouth muted a distant scream and it came to her only as an afterthought that she was the one who was shrieking.

Yale’s cock slid smoothly into her then pulled easily out as he rode back and forth. Dominic slowed his pace so that it matched Yale’s. Together the two men worked her in unison. As one pulled out the other pushed in. The sensation of being stretched and full was incredible. Her body responded to their simultaneous pleasuring with wave after wave of ecstasy.

‘Take her down,’ Yale snapped. ‘This should be done on a bed.’

He had barely finished speaking before Bernice and Christian obeyed.

Her arms were held up and the punishing manacles were finally released. She was grateful that Dominic and Yale were so close to hand because her pleasure-weary body began to collapse as soon as her hands were released. Her knees were too weak to support her and her co-ordination had suffered severely over the past two hours.

Trying to keep his cock inside, Dominic held her tight against his body while Bernice and Christian unfastened Robyn’s ankles. Even before they had finished, she was being dragged to the bed. When his length was torn from her hole she groaned with frustration.

‘Lay her down,’ Yale growled.

He slid his cock from her rear and barked more instructions but Robyn didn’t hear any of them. Her body was blazing with the thrill of fulfilment and she knew there was a lot more to come. She felt hollow and empty now that both erections had been taken from her body and she desperately wanted one or both of them to carry on doing what they had done before.

She was laid on her side and Dominic appeared in front of her. He kissed her briefly and then slid his length back into her pussy. Yale fell on the bed behind her and eased himself into her backside again. Amelia climbed onto the bed with them and pressed her sodden pussy into Robyn’s face.

No longer willing to forsake any prospect of pleasure, Robyn lapped at the woman and savoured her musky flavour.

Bernice and Christian continued to tease, using their hands, fingers and tongues wherever they could touch. All five of them were trying to excite and pleasure Robyn and their efforts were wonderfully successful. Once Dominic had climaxed, Christian took his place between her legs and began to ride her with fresh enthusiasm. Dominic pushed Amelia out of the way and Robyn was allowed to suck him back to a state of arousal. She could taste her own pussy juice and the salty cream of his climax when she accepted his flaccid member between her lips. When he finally moved his cock away she had licked every last droplet from his cock. It glistened dully in the studio light, standing rigid and coated with her saliva.

And then she was licking dripping labia again. She didn’t know if it was Amelia or Bernice – although she felt certain Amelia hadn’t been pierced so intimately. At that moment it didn’t matter who she was licking. Robyn was simply revelling in the pleasure of the moment. As she pressed her tongue against the pierced hood of the clitoris she saw Dominic’s cock plunge into the woman above her. Robyn craned her neck forward, lapping at the pair of them as they fucked above her face.

Time had ceased to have any meaning. She couldn’t measure it in the forward strokes of the cocks that ploughed into her because they seemed to vary so much. One moment she was being ridden with gentle passion, each purposeful entry stretching for a full minute. The next, a cock was being pumped into her with furious rapidity. And Robyn didn’t care.

Yale managed to stave off his orgasm for longer than either of the other men. She heard him grunting words of protest when the need for release struck. He pushed forward at the moment of his ejaculation and they screamed together as his climax pulsed deep within her forbidden depths. They bucked and writhed against each other as the waves of climax touched them both with the same ferocity.

With each pulse of his cock Yale continued to pound forward. The impact of each thrust forced her to shriek again and again. Her body was forced to extremes of enjoyment and then beyond. The room grew hazy and she thought that, if they made her suffer much more pleasure, she would almost certainly lose consciousness. A groan of satisfaction began in the pit of her stomach. Her body shivered for one last time and the roar of ecstasy died in her throat. She remembered Harold’s words after the party.

Climb into bed with another man, and that’s it. Our marriage will be over. I’ll cut you off without a single penny.

She supposed that what she had just done came fairly close to defying that instruction. The understated thought made her chuckle darkly. The addition of mirth to her euphoria only served to heighten the pleasure of her orgasm. As another rush of pleasure soared through her body, Robyn passed out.

* * *

She hadn’t even realised she’d fallen asleep. It was only the sound of whispered voices that roused her from her light doze and she wondered how long she had been out. The thought was faraway and unimportant. She tried listening to the voices as her eyes fluttered slowly open.

‘What are you going to call this one?’

She recognised Dominic’s voice. His question made her wonder if Yale was trying to paint her as she slept.

‘The first one will be
One Woman’s Frustration
. This one will be
One Woman’s Satisfaction
.’

There was no mistaking Yale’s distinctive Scottish brogue.

When she dared to open her eyes and glance around the room she saw that Christian, Amelia and Bernice had gone. She was alone with Dominic and Yale.

‘How do you do that so quickly?’

‘A camera could do it faster, but with slightly less finesse,’ Yale replied. ‘Although I don’t think a camera would get quite the same depth of reality.’

‘Is there room in this building for your ego?’ Dominic asked.

Robyn smiled. She had been thinking something similar.

‘There’d better be,’ Yale replied drily. ‘I want to exhibit here.’

‘You’ve been after exhibiting here for years now, haven’t you?’

‘Yes. Now stop talking to me while I work. Either get yourself another beer, or talk to someone else.’

Dominic stepped away, seeming unoffended by Yale’s blatant rudeness. ‘I’ll do both,’ he said. He snatched a beer from a nearby tabletop and walked over to where Robyn lay. She saw him reach for her face and felt the gentle caress of his fingers brushing hair from her cheek.

He took a swig from his bottle before speaking to her.

‘How will Harold feel about you exhibiting Yale’s work up here?’

Robyn shrugged, unwilling to think about Harold at the moment. He was a problem she could think about some other day. She had no plans of returning to the office for another week at least. By then she would have come to a decision. There was a distant hope at the back of her mind that, by that time, she might have learnt how to lie convincingly.

‘Don’t know and don’t care,’ she whispered. She sat up on the bed and reached for Dominic’s bottle of beer. After taking a swig, she handed it back to him.

‘Are you going to ask him tomorrow?’ Dominic asked.

‘Not if I can help it,’ she said with a grin. ‘I’ll wait until I can see him face to face.’

‘And that will be tomorrow,’ Dominic said slowly. ‘Harold’s coming up here tomorrow. Didn’t he tell you?’

‘Shit!’ Yale growled angrily.

Robyn heard the word from a distance, her mind suddenly racing for an explanation that could explain her lapse of this evening.

‘You shouldn’t have been talking to her,’ Yale said angrily. ‘You’ve fucked up the picture now. She’s gone from being an image of satisfaction to a bundle of tense nerves. You’re a prick, Dominic. You’re an absolute fucking prick.’

Robyn glanced from one to the other of the two men, barely hearing their words. The panic rose in her with a sickening speed. Then she noticed that while Yale was glaring furiously at Dominic, Dominic was ignoring him. He was staring into a corner of the room, his attention caught by one of Yale’s paintings.

‘Bloody hell but that’s good,’ he marvelled.

‘Of course it is. I painted it.’

‘That’s so lifelike and …’ He snapped his fingers, trying to find the word. ‘I know her, don’t I?’

‘It’s Amelia,’ Yale said, glancing at the painting. ‘Of course you know her. She’s been parading her naked arse around this room all night.’

‘I recognised Amelia,’ Dominic snapped irritably. ‘I mean the other one. Where do I know her from?’

Robyn glanced at the painting he was pointing at, her mind struggling beneath a thousand distractions. She recognised the picture as the one Amelia had shown her on that first morning. If she remembered correctly, it was called
Forbidden Love
. She frowned as she looked at it, aware that Dominic’s words sparked a memory that had touched her the first time she saw the painting. There was something infuriatingly familiar about the other woman in the painting and she struggled to work out what it was. It wasn’t so much the line of her jaw or the shock of her red and blue spiked hair. There was something mischievous and almost devilish in the glint of her eyes.

‘Sheridan,’ she exclaimed.

‘That’s her,’ Dominic agreed. He shook his head in admiration. ‘Bloody good likeness.’

‘You know her?’ Yale sounded surprised.

‘We both know her.’ Robyn sat forward. Glancing around, she saw the same woman portrayed in a handful of other paintings. ‘She’s been my husband’s PA for the last six months. She’s been the only thing Harold can talk about since she walked into his office.’ Slumping back, she snatched Dominic’s beer bottle again and took a miserable swig. ‘If I’m not mistaken she’s probably the reason why my marriage is doing an impression of the
Titanic
.’

There was a frown of consternation on Yale’s face that unsettled her. ‘She’s done some pretty bad things in the past. If I were you, I’d be worried.’

Robyn could have told him that she was already worried, but she sensed this wasn’t the time for such a discussion. Her thoughts raced in a feverish rush. Things her husband had said about Sheridan recurred to her and her hopes began to soar. The idea of saving her marriage was flourishing in her mind like a blossoming flower.

‘Tell me all about Sheridan,’ she insisted. She glanced at Yale and said, ‘Tell me all about her and I might let you exhibit your work here.’

Robyn attached the last fastener of her basque to her stocking. She stood up and presented herself to Bernice. ‘How do I look?’

‘Cool,’ Bernice said with a grin. She was dressed in an identical ensemble: black basque, stockings and patent heels. Together, the pair of them linked arms around each other’s waist and walked towards the bedroom mirror. They admired one another with critical smiles and Robyn felt the pulse of her arousal as she studied Bernice’s slender frame. She had thought that after the endless pleasure of the previous night she wouldn’t be able to feel horny again for at least a month. But the eager throb of her inner muscles was already quickening as desire swept over her.

The temptation to tease herself to climax was almost irresistible.

She quelled the thought immediately, aware that there was a lot to do before the day was over. If she had planned things properly she knew that there would eventually be all the time in the world to satisfy her carnal urges.

The thought brought a sly smile to her lips.

‘What time do they arrive?’ Bernice asked Robyn’s reflection.

‘Gayle said they should be with us for about three o’clock. It’s starting to snow, but not that heavily. I’ve checked the local and national radio reports and they say there are no potential hold-ups, so the three o’clock ETA should be fairly accurate.’

She hesitated. There had been a change in Gayle’s voice when they spoke and Robyn was determined not to see it as a sign of potential success for their venture.

She had driven to a suitable reception area for her mobile and made the call to the offices of
Art
. Gayle had sounded happier, stronger and far more confident than usual. Robyn felt warmed by the change in her tone and, after making a couple of observations, she discovered that for the first time since she had known the woman, Gayle had finally taken a lover. The transition made the PA’s mood seem almost jovial.