Dark Secret (17 page)

With her upper body unable to move Harriet stared at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were still peeping through the holes in the silk camisole top and she realised that if anything her excitement was increasing with every passing second.

‘Spread your legs further apart,’ said Rowena. Harriet did, and watched as Rowena opened a large handbag and drew out an electric toothbrush. She glanced up at the other woman for a moment, then withdrew a tube of gel. Carefully she parted Harriet’s outer sex-lips and then spread some of it over the delicate tissue.

The gel was cold and Harriet gave a tiny gasp of surprise. At once Chris stepped forward and in his hand was a tiny riding crop. He flicked it over the flesh beneath the suspender belt and immediately a thin red line appeared. Harriet screamed.

‘You’re meant to keep silent while Rowena works,’ said Chris shortly. ‘Every time you make a sound you’ll feel the crop.’

The burning sensation of the blow was changing now, and thrills of arousal followed. Rowena, working between Harriet’s thighs, turned to her brother. ‘She liked that, she’s become far more moist. Do it again.’

‘No!’ protested Harriet, and at once the crop fell, this time at the base of her camisole top.

‘Keep silent,’ Lewis urged her.

Rowena watched as Harriet’s juices started to
flow more copiously and she mixed those with the gel so that soon the entire area was throughly wet. Now she picked up the toothbrush and put it on the lowest setting before letting it travel up the straining girl’s inner thighs.

Harriet heard her breath quickening and tried to subdue the sound. She didn’t want the crop, despite the strange burning thrill of excitement that followed each blow. The brush head was small and delicate, the touch insidiously arousing, and Harriet longed for it to touch her where the gel had been spread but Rowena refused to hurry.

She moved it into the join at the top of the inner thighs and across the skin above the line of her pubic hair but it was lower down that Harriet’s body was straining for contact and despite herself she gave a low groan of need.

When the crop flicked across her nipples she slammed back into Lewis with shock. His tongue flicked into her ear, sliding round and then jabbing into the earhole in simulated intercourse. Her nipples felt on fire, but they were throbbing, the blood coursing through them as her whole body screamed for satisfaction.

‘You’re so near, aren’t you?’ whispered Rowena against Harriet’s belly. Harriet nearly answered her, but was stopped by a warning squeeze from Lewis. The film star laughed. ‘Well done! I think perhaps it’s time now. Are you tingling here?’ and her finger circled the hard nub of the clitoris.

This touch alone started the strange darting feelings that Harriet so enjoyed. They moved within her pelvis and belly as her muscles gathered themselves together and her nerve endings responded to the urgently needed touch.

‘I’m sure you are,’ continued Rowena, and finally she held the outer lips apart with her left hand and moved the toothbrush to the screaming tissue so wickedly tantalised already.

At first the brush was held against the opening of Harriet’s vagina and then with tortuous slowness it moved in tiny circles upwards until she felt the tingles inceasing and electric sparks shot through her, while her breasts burgeoned.

Rowena watched the clitoris closely. As Harriet’s excitement began to peak it started to withdraw beneath its protective hood and she quickly pulled upwards on the skin above it so that it had nowhere to hide before allowing the bristles to caress the most sensitive part of Harriet’s body.

The touch of the rotating softness against her screaming nerve endings at last triggered the climax Harriet had been waiting for. Suddenly the sparks lanced right through her, her thighs tried to close and then she was lost in the throes of release as everything came together and her body doubled forward with the uncontrollable contractions of her muscles.

‘There,’ said Rowena to her husband. ‘That should have warmed her up nicely.’

As Harriet’s body calmed and her breathing returned to normal she felt a terrible sense of shame and averted her eyes from Rowena and Chris. ‘Now for a change of location,’ said Lewis, quietly, and she found herself being picked up in his arms and carried along the second-floor landing to his bedroom.

Unknown to Harriet this had been carefully prepared beforehand, including the installation of
concealed video cameras. Lewis knew that during the ensuing excitement he wouldn’t be able to remain detached, and had decided to record the entire scene so that he could play it back later and watch their various expressions and attitudes the next day. That way he hoped that he would be able to see the truth for himself, and the ending of his film might finally become clear.

The curtains had been drawn and the main light extinguished, only small wall lights were on but above the bed several bright spotlights were carefully angled around the entire room.

‘Can I change her clothes?’ asked Chris, his voice shaking at the prospect.

Lewis nodded and placed Harriet in the centre of his large bed. She lay looking up at him in dazzed incomprehension. He seemed to be as happy to share her as he had been to share his wife, and the realisation chastened her. She’d been so sure that she was different, that his feelings were special, that she’d never considered the possible dangers of their affair. Only now, when she was entirely at the mercy of the three of them, did she fully understand the risk she’d taken. And now was too late.

The next thing she knew, Chris’s hands were unfastening her white silk stockings, peeling them slowly down her legs while his fingers stroked the smooth flesh of her legs. Then he unfastened her suspender belt, removed it and finally eased the straps of her camisole top down her arms before rolling it down across her breasts, making sure that his fingers flicked at the still aching nipples as the material was drawn away.

Naked and vulnerable she waited, her body
taut and trembling with a mixture of fear and desire as the three of them studied her nude figure. ‘She’ll look good in the playsuit,’ said Rowena.

‘Excellent idea,’ replied Chris. Quickly he manhandled her to the edge of the bed and then she was being squeezed into a plunging cupless black leather playsuit. It zipped up the centre, ending between the undersides of her breasts. There was a black collar with a ring at the back, and a second zip to allow easy access between her thighs, but for the moment this was closed and she felt the pressure of the leather against her vulva.

Now her hands were drawn behind her back and fastened with soft padded handcuffs and then she was pushed in front of a mirror to look at herself. The sight of her firm creamy breasts hanging free beneath the leather collar, slightly lifted by the underwired edges of the corset part of the suit astounded her. She looked even more wanton than she had during sex with Lewis and without thinking she thrust her shoulders back further to emphasise her sexuality.

Chris laughed. ‘An exhibitionist! Wonderful! I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little though. It’s your turn to watch now.’ He drew a fine chain through the ring at the back of her collar and fastened her to one of the bedposts. Here she was visible to one of the cameras and also free to see what was happening in the room.

Rowena watched the transformation of Harriet from cool efficient PA to a tousle haired leather-clad temptress with fascination. She wondered how well she would perform. The
clothes were only the start for Chris’s games of domination. A thrill ran through her as her half-brother spoke. ‘Hands behind your back, Rowena. Lewis has a present for you, haven’t you Lew?’

His brother-in-law nodded, and then bound his wife’s hands tightly with leather cord before covering her eyes with a black silk scarf and knotting it securely at the back of her head. ‘Kneel on the carpet, Rowena,’ he said quietly. Rowena remained standing. Resistance always increased her pleasure, but normally Lewis wouldn’t play the game the way she liked it – he never seemed to relish the power it gave him over her.

This time it was different. His hands grabbed her fiercely at the back of her neck and then he was pushing her down, forcing her on to her knees in seconds. Then he released her and she strained to hear where he was, but it was difficult as the scarf covered her ears as well.

Harriet watched and found that her mouth was dry. Her breasts began to ache and she could feel the pressure of the corset beneath them. Chris, who was watching her, casually fondled each breast in turn and she heard herself sigh voluptuously at his touch.

Lewis, who was walking round to the front of Rowena, glanced across and his eyes widened in surprise. He’d expected Harriet to be more cowed, at least initially, but she already seemed to be revelling in what was happening.

Reaching down, Lewis caught hold of Rowena’s head and guided her mouth towards his straining erection. She parted her lips and teased the sensitive tip with her tongue, tasting
the salty tang of him as she worked. She loved it when she was blindfolded – every other sense was so heightened that it doubled her pleasure.

Lewis’s hands dug into her hair and he began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her mouth far faster than he usually did. She struggled to accommodate him. Then, when he felt himself nearing orgasm, Lewis stopped her with his hands and withdrew.

Rowena felt bereft. She’d wanted Harriet to see Lewis ejaculate into her mouth, but Lewis had spoiled it for her and she experienced a moment’s rage. His hand descended on the back of her head again and he kept pressing until her forehead was resting on the carpet. It was an awkward position and totally exposed her buttocks to the gaze of those standing behind her, including Harriet.

Now Lewis went over to Harriet. He drew a long ostrich plume from beneath his duvet and started stroking her breasts with it in such slow, teasing movements that she had a desperate desire for a hard touch, even the flick of the crop, anything to distract her from the relentless soft teasing of the plume that made her breasts ache and started the familiar throbbing beneath the zip fastener between her thighs.

In the meantime Chris had taken up his position behind Rowena. In his right hand he held the riding crop and using alternate backhand and forehand strokes he began to strike her on each of her buttocks in turn. Every blow was light but the stinging sensation it engendered was strong and Rowena couldn’t help moving her buttocks in an attempt to evade the blows. Chris was too clever for her and anticipated every move
so that soon the cheeks of her bottom were glowing a soft pink and her vulva began to open, the sex-lips flattening outwards in readiness for the penetration she longed for.

Harriet, still being stimulated by the unbearable delicacy of the plume, watched and her stomach, so tightly encased in leather, felt it would burst. She shivered at the touch of the leather beneath her and moved her hips to try and stimulate herself more. ‘Keep still, Harriet,’ said Lewis sharply, but his eyes were dark with longing for her.

Rowena was making strange mewing sounds now, her upper body swaying from side to side as she brushed the tips of her breasts over the soft pile of the carpet. Chris smiled to himself and with one final crisp flick of the wrist stepped away from her.

Now he and Lewis changed places again, and at last the incessant soft brushing on Harriet’s breasts stopped and she let her head fall back against the bed-post in relief.

Lewis covered a double-headed vibrator in the gel that Rowena had used on Harriet earlier in the week and then let the heads rest against her two openings. Rowena felt the slippery hardness of them and thrust backwards towards him, straining for something to fill her aching flesh but Lewis simply tapped them softly against the rim of her rectum and the front of her vagina, and suddenly she felt the warmth of the gel as it came into contact with her skin.

Realising that once the two prongs were inside her all her delicate inner tissue would be subjected to the burning heat she froze, unable to
believe that Lewis would be willing to push her to such extremes of sensation, but when his free hand pressed against her spine she knew from the size of the fingers that it was indeed him and not her half-brother.

Lewis teased her a little longer, knowing that anticipation would increase her fear of the gel, and then he slid the twin dildo in with a smooth twisting action, making certain that the sides touched the flesh of the walls of both her passages and within seconds her lower body was twitching and jerking. Ignoring this he slid the dildo back and forth, forcing yet more nerve paths to be aroused until Rowena felt she would go mad with the burning itching sensation that set her flesh leaping, while at the same time the rhythmic movements of the two prongs brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

She knew that when she climaxed the walls of both her rectum and vagina would close more tightly about the prongs and that then the glowing warmth would increase so she tried to stave off the moment. However, Lewis suddenly circled the vibrator so that her G-spot was stimulated, and when she cried out with pleasure he kept his hand motionless and concentrated on maintaining a steady pressure against the tiny place.

It was this that forced a wrenching climax from her and Harriet watched as the titian-haired star’s body locked with tension and her head was thrown back while she screamed aloud as her muscles contracted and the gel was rubbed more firmly into her flesh.

With every contraction, every spasm, the warm
flooding sensation increased until it seemed as though a fire was rushing up through Rowena’s belly and even her breasts. No sooner had her first orgasm stopped than she was wracked by a second more intense one and when that was over she collapsed on to the carpet, sobbing with satisfaction.

Harriet knew that the leather between her legs was very damp. She could feel her juices flowing and her body longed to be part of what she’d seen. Chris crouched down and carefully unzipped her, releasing her vulva to the cool air. When he let an exploratory finger enter her, he drew some of the moisture from her vagina and spread it upwards along the highly sensitive stem of her clitoris.