Crave (2 page)

“Go on,” said Amber, her voice cold and emotionless. “She needs to understand the gravity of what she did last weekend.”

David crossed the room and looked down at Laura, whose tear-filled eyes looked pleadingly up at him. Removing her gag he wiped away a teardrop. “Have you learned your lesson, Laura?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, yes I have. I promise that I have,” she sobbed. “Please make them stop. They’re hurting me.”

“But your body likes it, doesn’t it?” he said, putting his hand between her thighs and running a finger up and down the soft, damp channels inside her outer sex lips. She jerked beneath her bonds, and when he pulled back the hood that was covering her clitoris and swirled his finger round the retreating bud she cried out again. “Don’t, please don’t! I mustn’t come again. I don’t want more punishment.”

“Make her come,” urged Amber. “It was her stupidity that ruined table two’s test last weekend, and now that has to be run all over again.”

After a moment’s reflection, David shook his head. “I’m sure she’s learned her lesson now. Will, you can take your pleasure with her before she’s released though. She should enjoy that. No pain this time, only pleasure,” he added as reassurance for the still whimpering Laura.

Will didn’t need telling twice, and as he moved to cover Laura’s body with his own, David turned on his heel and left the room, with Amber close behind him.

“That should make certain we don’t have any more problems with her,” said David. “Remember though, there always has to be pleasure as well as pain. Sometimes I think you forget that, Amber.”

“Of course,” agreed Amber. “Now shall we go upstairs to my room?”

David hesitated, but he couldn’t get the image of Grace, bound and gagged, lying helpless beneath his hands, out of his thoughts. “I’ve changed my mind,” he said shortly. “I’d better get back. I’ve some important business calls to make tonight. I’ll see you at the next official weekend.”

Amber looked at him in disbelief. “Didn’t watching Laura turn you on?”

“Of course, but as I said, I need to leave.”

“Don’t you want to see the outline for Grace’s next visit before you go?” persisted Amber.

David shook his head. “I imagine I’ve just seen most of it while watching Laura, haven’t I?”

“It’s similar,” she admitted.

“Then that’s fine. You’ve never let me down yet, Amber, and I have every confidence in you. You’re the perfect hostess for the Dining Club. Believe me no one appreciates your skills more than I do.” He kissed her hard, his hands tight on her shoulders, the fingers digging into her hot flesh, before walking away down the corridor.

It was then that Amber knew for certain that Grace was just as dangerous to her as she’d feared, and would have to be stopped.

Closing the zip on her weekend bag, Grace wondered where the past month had gone. Despite only seeing David twice, the time had flown by. After the opera, they’d gone back to his flat and he’d made tender love to her for longer than ever. He’d also held her close all night, something he’d never done before, and when she’d woken on the Sunday morning he’d been propped up on one elbow gazing down at her tenderly.

Their second meeting had been a more public one. He’d taken her to the opening of a new art gallery owned by a friend. The press had been there, but when a photographer had approached them David had swiftly turned away, and no photo was taken.

It had been a good evening though, and this time they’d gone back to her flat where he’d taken her quickly, almost roughly, and the unexpected urgency and change in his approach had excited her so much she’d come with shaming speed. He hadn’t spent the night with her, but instead had dressed and left within an hour. When he left he’d told her that he couldn’t wait for their next visit to the Dining Club, and the look of excitement in his eyes had aroused her so much that she’d asked him to stay longer but he’d only smiled and shook his head.

Thinking about this she felt a tremor run through her, as she began to wonder about what lay ahead this time. Then her doorbell rang twice, and picking up her case she went downstairs to where she knew her lover would be waiting for her.

David was unusually quiet on the drive, and Grace began to feel less excited and more nervous. “Is anything wrong?” she asked.

“Of course not. Why?”

“Nothing, you’re just rather quiet.”

“Sorry, the traffic seems extra heavy this morning.”

It seemed the same as usual to Grace, but she kept that thought to herself. “I didn’t bring any dresses. You said you’d choose one again didn’t you?

“Yes, and I have. You’ll like it. How are you feeling?” he added. “Excited?”

“Excited and nervous,” admitted Grace. “I suppose it will be a different sort of test this time?”

“Naturally, but I’m sure you’ll do really well. I think I should warn you that there’ll be two of you having the same trial, because of a problem last time. The lady at table two last month couldn’t finish the trial due to a mistake made by one of the staff. It made more sense for the two of you to take the test together this time, as the same staff will be needed for you both.”

Grace was horrified. “I don’t want another guest to be there!” she protested.

“I don’t see why not. It will be company for you. Of course, as she’s already experienced what it’s about, you won’t be in competition with her. She’ll be expected to do better than you, so if anything she’s the one who should be upset, but I’m sure she won’t complain. Guests rarely do,” he added.

“That means that the man who’s brought her to the Club will be in the room as well, and able to watch me!” exclaimed Grace.

David swung the car into the private road that housed the Dining Club and waited to be let through the gates. He rested his left hand lightly on her knee. “He’ll be too busy watching his own companion to watch you.”

“He might enjoy watching both of us,” said Grace with horror.

The gate was opened and David drove slowly down the road toward the Club. “He might, and I might as well, come to that. Be grateful, Grace. In a couple of months’ time that will happen anyway. This will give you quite an advantage for that weekend.”

“I don’t think…”

“Darling, I really hope you’re not going to disappoint me,” he said softly.

In the silence that followed his remark she felt a moment of overwhelming fear. “No, of course not!” she said hastily. “I only meant…”

“That’s good to hear,” he said, smiling warmly at her as he parked in his usual place before getting out of the car. “Perhaps we’ll have a swim before lunch this time. That might relax you.”

Struggling to cope with all that he’d told her, and to adjust to what she was learning about him, Grace got out of the car and waited by the front door with him. Before she’d learned more details she’d been strangely excited, almost eager for her trial, but now she was very nervous.

Once they were inside a well-built, fair-haired young man led them up to the suite they’d had before. “I thought you’d like the same rooms,” said David.

“You were right, I love this suite,” exclaimed Grace, the sight of the familiar fabrics and furniture calming her nerves. “It’s so beautiful, like something from the Edwardian era.”

“Would you like a swim? We can eat up here afterwards rather than downstairs.”

The prospect of spending more time alone with David than she had the previous month cheered Grace up even more. She quickly changed into her burgundy and black bikini, put on a white toweling robe that was hanging in the en suite bathroom and then followed David down some back stairs that led directly to the pool area.

The large kidney-shaped pool had half a dozen chairs around the sides, and huge sliding glass doors all down one side. These not only let in a lot of light, but also allowed people strolling in the grounds outside to look in.

Grace was a strong swimmer, as was David, and soon they were both powering up and down the pool. No one else was using it, and after they’d done a few lengths David grabbed hold of her round the waist, lifted her legs so that she was floating on her back and then put a hand in the small of her back to push her stomach up out of the water. Next he nibbled at the bare flesh, while his fingers drummed between her thighs, against the tight material of her bikini bottom.

She moaned at the delicious pleasure as tendrils of excitement snaked through her body. Totally relaxed she felt his fingers ease the edges of her bikini bottom to one side so that he could stroke her swelling sex lips and she gave a tiny cry of excitement.

Quickly he guided her to the side of the pool, and she rested her arms on the white tiles surrounding it while he continued to arouse her with his fingers. Finally he pushed the bottom half of her body high out of the water, put her legs over his shoulders and pushing the material to one side closed his mouth over her vulva.

She heard herself breathing heavily, gasping as he increased and then decreased the pressure from his mouth. It was as though he was drawing all the darts of pleasure toward his mouth while the warm water lapped at the rest of her body. For a fleeting second his tongue darted inside her, and she felt her body stiffen as her climax approached. Then, with no warning, he moved the bottom of the bikini so that she was covered once again, and then swam slowly away.

“Come back!” shouted Grace. “You can’t leave me like this!” but he simply looked back over his shoulder at her, laughing at her desperation to climax. Her whole body felt heavy and the pressure behind her clitoris almost unbearable.

Furious, she pulled herself out of the pool, grabbed her towel and was about to walk out when David came up behind her and caught hold of her shoulders. “Lie on one of the chairs and finish yourself off,” he whispered. “Let me watch you masturbate. I know how near you are. It won’t take any time.”

“What if someone comes in?” asked Grace, wishing that she didn’t want to do as he asked.

“They won’t. You know you want to do it,” and he trailed his fingers down the sides of her body.

That was what decided her. Her whole body was so desperate for an orgasm, and she was so excited by his suggestion, that now nothing else mattered. Quickly she lay down on a recliner pool chair, pushed her right hand inside her bikini bottom and groaned as her fingers moved over the needy, slippery flesh until she found the vital spot near the stem of the clitoris that always triggered an orgasm for her.

She could hear David’s rapid breathing as her fingers swirled around the clitoris before pressing more firmly against the tiny stem. Then, with a cry of delight she felt the familiar sweet explosion of release and shuddered as the shockwaves of pleasure rushed through her body.

“Wonderful!” exclaimed David, bending down to kiss her passionately on the mouth. Reaching up, she put her arms round his neck to draw him closer as her breathing slowly returned to normal, totally unaware of the small camera positioned high up near the ceiling in the opposite wall, recording every detail.

Later, after eating a salad that David had sent up to their room for her, she sat in a chair by one of the windows and idly replayed the scene in her mind as the sun streamed in on her. She felt relaxed and happy, and when David went off to talk to Andrew her eyelids grew heavy and the next thing she knew he was waking her from a deep sleep.

“Lightweight!” he said with a laugh.

Stretching luxuriously she smiled up at him. “Everything all right below stairs?”

“Fine. They’re all set up for tonight’s dining experience.”

The total relaxation that had followed her sleep vanished, and Grace felt herself tense. “Should I be worried?”

“Of course not. Remember, you’re doing this for us. Pleasure is the name of the game.”

Remembering her first visit she wondered if he really believed everything that had happened to her then had been pleasurable, but she didn’t say a word. She desperately wanted to enter his world, become so much a part of him that he would never want to leave her.

“Don’t you want to look at your dress for the evening?” he asked. She did, and when he opened the wardrobe door she gave a cry of delight.

It was floor-length, red, and strapless, with a wide, white cummerbund just beneath the bust that was decorated with embroidered red flowers. Below that the material was tightly ruched until it met with a line of carefully embroidered white blossoms running diagonally from the left hip to what she thought was probably the top of the right thigh, and at the bottom of the dress the red silk was cut into a high v-shape. The gap had been filled with white satin covered in delicate lace. She’d never seen anything like it. Until she’d met David, clothes hadn’t been that important to her. Now she was discovering how clothes could not only enhance how she looked, but also add to the sensuality of a special evening.

“I thought of you the moment I saw it,” said David. “You’ll look stunning wearing it. It’s a shame you won’t be wearing it for long, but you’ll certainly make an entrance when we go down to dinner.”

“What do you mean about not wearing it for long?”

“It’s hardly the right dress for the after-dinner activities, is it?”

Her delight ebbed away, to be replaced by nerves, but nerves tinged with excitement. “I suppose not,” she agreed.

“Believe me, you’ll look even more beautiful later on tonight,” he murmured, his mouth nuzzling the side of her neck, and she shivered, but whether with fear or desire she didn’t know.

David had been right about her entrance to the dining room. They were the last to take their places for dinner, at table two this time, and all eyes were on her as she crossed the floor. “I wonder if they realize you’re naked beneath it?” he murmured, his hand in the small of her back as he guided her to her seat.

No sooner was she sitting down than Amber was standing by their table. “What a beautiful dress,” she said sweetly. “It suits your dark coloring, but then David has exquisite taste. He knows exactly how he likes his women to look.”

Grace looked at Amber’s ankle-length halter neck dress in pale lemon with a plunging neckline that revealed her tawny skin, and noticed too the long diamond and ruby earrings she was wearing with a matching necklace, and understood what she was being told. David chose Amber’s dresses as well, and had probably been doing so for far longer than he’d known her.