Stephanie's Castle (26 page)

Stephanie
watched Venetia too. The sight of this beautiful woman masturbating
so blatantly was yet another sexual spur. She turned her head in
the other direction to look at the slaves. For a moment she could
not understand what she was seeing. Instead of standing obediently
in a neat line by the wall of the cell, the slaves were now a mass
of bodies, coupled, interlinked, intertwined, their ankle chains
little impediment to their actions. It was impossible to tell who
was doing what to whom. The genital pouches lay discarded on the
floor. She turned away.

'You're not to
come, Devlin,' she barked, amazed at her own control. She wanted to
feel Devlin's spunk more than anything she could imagine. He was
hammering into her harder now, his penis swollen and wanting its
fulfilment.

'Please.'

'No,' she said
wriggling back on his cock, her words contradicting her actions. He
pumped harder.

'Please.'

'Beg me,
Devlin. I want to hear you beg me.' The words made her come. The
idea made her come. She wanted to hear him beg, beg to be allowed
to spunk, beg to be allowed to use her cunt.

'I beg
you.'

She was still
coming as the head of his cock crashed deep into her womb, her body
out of control but her mind still able to function.

'Again.'

'I beg you, I
beg you.' He sounded like a little boy about to burst into tears.
'I beg you...'

Stephanie came
again and again. It was impossible to tell where one orgasm began
and the last one ended. She was shaking all over. Her eyes rolled
back in her head; she was unable to do anything now but experience
her orgasms. Devlin, with all his power and wealth, was begging her
like a little boy to be allowed to come. She knew that when she
ordered him to come his spunk would jet into her, flood her, fill
her, his cock swelling as he came.

'Shall I take
my cunt away?' she taunted, wanting to hear him once more. She was
just able to stop her body moving with his but knew she would not
be able to hold still for long.

'No, no,
please.' There was real alarm in his voice that she might actually
carry out the threat, take away from him the thing he most desired,
deny him what every nerve in his body ached and craved for. He was
so close to his climax now he would spend in midair if she pulled
away.

Stephanie's
body suddenly released a flood of juices. It cascaded over his
prick. She could feel it literally running out of her cunt as
though she had spunked. She opened her eyes and looked at Venetia,
who was coming on her own hand again as she watched Devlin's cock
held firm by Stephanie's cunt.

'What do you
want?' Her body would not allow her to remain still any longer. It
bucked down on his cock, increasing the rhythm again. 'Say it.'

'I want to
spunk.' She could hear the desperation in his voice.

'Come then.
Give it to me, you bastard!' The words launched her into another
climax but she knew it would not be the last. She could feel
Devlin's cock moving differently now, freed at last from the need
to hold back. She moaned as she felt it swell, as it filled every
inch of her soaking wet cunt, as it made its final penetration
searching for the place to spunk. She felt it ease back slightly to
give itself room to jet the spunk into her, spunk that nothing
could hold back now. If she threw herself forward at this moment,
pulled his cock out of her body he would not be able to stop
himself coming. That would be his final punishment. But she was
trapped. She could not do it. She had to have his spunk inside her;
she had to.

His cock
bucked and he came. His cock pulsed as each separate gob of spunk
jetted out from its tip. In her mind's eye Stephanie could see it,
white-hot spunk pumping out of him. She heard herself scream as her
body took control now and carried her to a last shattering orgasm.
Everything that had preceded it made this one higher, deeper and
more intense. It was as if all the other orgasms she had had were
still in her, and now came back to combine in a sexual climax that
wracked through the furthest recesses of her body, leaving no
nerve, no feeling, no sense untouched. She was moaning, screaming,
babbling, her whole body throbbing with sexual energy, as it
twisted and shook to wring every last drop of feeling from her
climax.

She collapsed
down from her knees with Devlin on top of her. It was a long time
before the involuntary movements of her body, each one like an
orgasm in miniature, subsided, and even longer before they stopped
altogether.

Devlin rolled
off her and Venetia leant over to kiss her softly on the lips. It
was such a tender kiss it almost made Stephanie want to come again.
But only almost.

Stephanie
luxuriated in the warm water of the bath. She had laced it with
expensive bath oil and the water felt silky and soothing as it
lapped around her body. On the thick marble ledge that enclosed the
bathtub she had had one of the servants place a silver wine-cooler
containing a well-chilled bottle of Krug, her favourite champagne.
She had ordered caviar too, a delicacy she adored but could seldom
afford. This now sat next to the champagne, a whole tin of the best
Beluga slotted into a specially made crystal glass and silver
server surrounded with all the usual trimmings - chopped egg,
onion, capers - and wafers of fresh Melba toast. In fact, she ate
the caviar unadorned, scraping teaspoons of the stuff on to the
toast, enjoying the extravagance and conscious that she was
suddenly very hungry.

Totally
relaxed, she filled the champagne flute again and sipped at the
chilled wine. True, her body was sore in places, but that was not
surprising considering what she had put it through over the last
three days. But it was not an unpleasant soreness, rather a dull
ache. For once her nipples were flaccid, their flesh retracted into
the gentle curve of her firm breasts. She looked down at them, the
water just covering their lower half, its edge lapping at the
higher slopes like the shore of a lake by a hillside.

Looking at
herself in the mirror she saw that she was smiling. As she watched
the smile broke into a wide and foolish grin. She made a face at
herself in the mirror, wrinkling her face up and sticking out her
tongue. Why shouldn't she be happy? Here she was in an exotic
castle, surrounded by every conceivable luxury - its future secured
due in no small measure to herself - and able to call for anything
her heart desired merely by picking up the telephone. Limousines,
private airplanes, motorboats, clothes, silk and lace underwear,
all at her disposal. White-coated servants to fulfil her slightest
caprice.

Back in
London, when she and Devlin had first met, he had needed very
special stimuli before he was able to fuck her properly. Here in
the castle he had admittedly taken the lead but somewhere she had
picked out the thread of his sexuality and woven it into her own.
On Friday it had been his scenario they enacted, and he had been
slow to get an erection. By Saturday she had started to understand
what he wanted - though by no means consciously - and she had given
him an erection in the bathroom as well as among the elaborate
paraphernalia of the punishment room. It was not vanity on her
part; she knew no other woman had ever done this for Devlin. She
could see it in his eyes. As they had cleared the slaves out of the
cell with Bruno's help she had seen Devlin was completely dazed.
Though it was intended as punishment she had always known,
instinctively, that for Devlin the punishment would not be
unwelcome. What she had not realised was quite to what extent she
had tapped a nerve in Devlin's complex sexual psyche. But that was
undoubtedly precisely what she had done. And he knew it.

She had come
to realise how closely pain and pleasure were related. She only had
to look down at the red weal across her breasts, fading now but
still visible, to understand that. Of course, it was a special kind
of pain. It was pain by consent, almost pain by invitation. No one
would be turned on by real pain. But pain by consent was an
entirely different matter. She had no doubt it was an implicit part
of her own sexuality and undoubtedly of Devlin's. Masochism and
sadism were two sides of the same coin. But it was the same coin.
To give and to receive. She'd wanted to give and he'd wanted to
receive. And vice versa. Perhaps not exactly vice versa, but close
enough. She could not pretend she had not enjoyed the intervals of
submission.

She put the
champagne flute down and sank back into the water. The bathtub was
so big that she could submerge herself totally in the water,
enjoying the feeling of it washing over her face and hair as she
held her breath. In her tub at home she could barely straighten her
legs in a sitting position. She surfaced breathing out as the water
streamed out of her hair and down over her body. In the mirror she
saw her black hair, plastered down over her head by the water
making her appear rather masculine, emphasising the strong bone
structure of her face.

She heard a
tentative knock at the bedroom door.

'Who is it?'
she shouted.

'Devlin.'

'Come in.'

She heard the
bedroom door open and Devlin enter.

'I'm in the
bath,' she said.

'Is it all
right if I came in?' he asked from outside, as if for all the world
he had never seen her naked, never walked into her bathroom. Or
perhaps he was just being obedient.

'Don't be
silly, Devlin,' she said with no malice.

He came into
the bathroom with the air of a schoolboy entering the headmaster's
study after being caught in some particularly heinous crime by the
senior prefect. Stephanie had to laugh.

'Oh Devlin.
Come and sit by the bath,' she said, indicating the marble ledge.
'Don't look so apprehensive. I'm not going to bite.'

He sat down
gingerly, his buttocks clearly still feeling the effects of the
beating.

'I thought we
should have a serious talk.'

'Pour yourself
a glass of champagne. And fill mine.'

He did as he
was told.

'Would you
rather I came back...?' He found her naked body distracting.

'Devlin, say
what you've got to say. It's a bit late for false modesty, isn't
it?'

Her breasts
seemed to be floating in the water. He could see the line of her
body clearly, the dark patch of her pubic hair disappearing down
between her legs. He tried to concentrate. Much to his surprise he
felt his cock stirring in his trousers, an experience that was
quite new to him. It reinforced his determination to say what he
had come to say.

'First I want
to apologise. This whole thing with Gianni. You must believe me, it
came up so suddenly. I didn't bring you here for his benefit. I
swear. Nothing could have been further from my mind.'

'You let him
use me.'

'Yes. I was
desperate. My whole business was on the line. All this. Everything.
If he'd walked away without signing the deal. And after meeting you
he just refused to do the deal. What else could I do? I suppose
I've got used to using the castle as a way of persuading people to
my point of view. Usually people are only too happy to indulge
themselves in the cellars and then come to an amicable arrangement
over business matters. Gianni just wasn't interested. He only
wanted you. Nevertheless I shouldn't have let it happen.'

For a moment
Stephanie said nothing. It was not that Stephanie did not know what
she was going to say, but she thought she should keep Devlin in
suspense a moment longer.

'Apology
accepted,' she said finally. 'What else?'

'You mean it?'
He looked ecstatic.

'I don't say
things I don't mean, Devlin,' she said allowing a stern note to
creep back into her voice.

'You don't
know how much that means to me, my dear. You really are an
extraordinary woman.'

'That's not
all though, is it?' Stephanie knew Devlin had not finished. The
apology was only a prelude.

'No.'

'Spit it out
then,' she said running a little more hot water into the tub and
taking another sip of the fine champagne.

'This
morning...'

'Yes?' she
prompted.

'I just wanted
to tell you...' he paused again.

'Devlin, say
it,' she said impatiently.

'I just wanted
to say, Stephanie, that it was the most exciting experience of my
life. Ever.'

'Good,' she
said, knowing there was still more to come.

Devlin took a
deep breath.

'It's just
that... Well I've been thinking. Now Gianni's taken the property
off my hands, well, everything's back on an even keel. I mean, I'm
never going to make that mistake again, I promise you. I just got
greedy. A bridge too far. So, well...' He paused for a third time
but Stephanie said nothing. 'I've never known a woman like you.
You're so lovely. So strong. You have this incredible sexuality,
why don't you come here, run the castle for me? Run the slaves. The
castle needs someone like you. Someone with real imagination.
You're so good at it. On your own terms of course. Whatever you
want. You can have anything you want.'

'Well, you
have done a lot of thinking, haven't you?'

'It's what
this place needs. We can really make it work. I've never used it
properly. You have this ability to know what people want. It's like
a gift, an instinct you have. We need you here, Stephanie. I need
you here.'

He was right.
Stephanie knew he was right. Everything he said rang true to her.
Everything he said she had thought herself over the last two days,
since he had first taken her down into the cellars. Devlin had
created an extraordinary resource but it was not being used to its
full potential. Stephanie knew she could change that.