Surrender (3 page)

Small sounds of rising excitement escaped from his mouth, and his hips moved upwards, pushing his erection further into her mouth, but still he didn’t come, and Grace could hear Andrew moaning with ecstasy.

Then the stranger’s testicles tightened and she knew that within a few seconds he would come. Relief surged through her, but to her horror, just seconds before he did Andrew gave a loud shout of pleasure and she realized that she’d lost. She wanted to weep with disappointment, but remembered that the stranger’s pleasure was still paramount.

Flicking her tongue over the tip of his glans she moved her right hand until it enclosed his shaft, so that she could stimulate that as well. Immediately his body jerked and shuddered and then he was spilling himself into her mouth, groaning with pleasure, and immediately she felt a surge of power and excitement.

Settling back on the carpet, Grace now became aware of an intense, vibrating pressure against her vulva. Pleasuring the stranger had aroused her, and she didn’t want any more stimulation. Confused, she started to move a hand to ease the pressure.

“Don’t touch anything, Grace,” said David, his voice harsh in the silence of the room. “Your vibrators are controlled by us, and you must both learn to cope with the stimulation. Regrettably you lost the trial to Amber. What do you want to happen to her, Lucien?”

So she’d been right, thought Grace. This man was David’s business partner.

“She was very good,” said Lucien. “Excellent in fact, but unfortunately she did lose, and a losing slave girl reflects badly on me. Three strokes of the whip will be sufficient, I think.”

Before Grace had time to protest, Will lifted her up and placed her facedown across Lucien’s thighs. With the pressure of his thighs against her body, the incessant, insidious arousal caused by the vibrator and the added stimulant of fear, Grace was terrified she’d climax during her punishment and then be punished again.

Lucien was mercifully quick, and within seconds he’d pushed the black silk away from her buttocks and three sharp, burning blows of a riding whip fell on her exposed buttocks. Pain streaked through her body and she couldn’t stop herself from crying out, but as the vibrator continued to pulsate the pain changed to a strange, dark pleasure, her nerve endings jangling as a result of the different sensations.

Abruptly, Lucien pushed her off him and she tumbled to the floor, but she was grateful that her belly was no longer being stimulated, and slowly the orgasm that had been building abated.

“Lucien is waiting,” said David.

Only then did Grace remember the rules. “Thank you for punishing me,” she said, shocked to find that suddenly she was perilously close to tears. “I’m sorry I failed you,” she added.

Lucien said nothing. It was as though she no longer existed. Feeling strangely bereft and lonely she pulled up the halter neck of her dress and looked around her. All the others had left the room leaving her alone with Amber, but neither woman spoke.

Eventually the door opened and the twins came in. “Massage time,” said Amy. “Follow us.”

This time they were taken to a high-ceilinged fitness room that Grace had never seen before. Andrew was standing by two massage tables, while the other men were standing close by, their eyes watching the women closely. “You first, Amber,” said Andrew. “Up on the couch, this won’t take a minute.”

Grace watched as the blonde woman lay flat on her back, her head supported by a small pillow while Andrew pushed her feet up toward her body until her knees were pointing to the ceiling. Then he pushed her knees sideways, drawing the length of silk cloth to one side, leaving her sex fully exposed to the watching men.

“This little internal massager works very well,” he explained to them, parting Amber’s sex lips. “It consists of three small gold balls on a cord. During exercise, the pelvic muscles will massage the women internally. It massages them with any movement, but exercise increases the sensations.”

While he was talking, Will slid a small pillow beneath Amber’s hips, making it easy for Andrew to slide the gold balls inside her until only the end of the cord remained outside her body. “There, that’s done,” he said, pressing his hand against her vulva until Grace heard the other woman’s sharp intake of breath. “Yes, working well,” he added. “Your turn now, Grace.”

Grace obediently took Amber’s place. She wanted to close her eyes, to blot out the watching men and hide her shame at being exposed in this way, but she knew it would count against her. Andrew expertly eased the balls inside her and she relaxed a little. Then, when he pressed against her vulva she felt a coiling sensation in her stomach, and her eyes widened in fear as she realized exactly how stimulating they were. Finally, released from the couch she stood next to Amber, her eyes cast down as seemed right to her given the role she was playing.

“You may look at us now, Grace,” said David, and she obediently raised her eyes, hoping that Amber had been looking at them all the time. “I’m sure you’ll both be relieved to hear that this time you may climax as often as you wish. The winner will be the one who manages the most orgasms in forty-five minutes. You will both begin by using the treadmill, but we’ll remove your costumes first as they’re not suitable for this test.”

Silently, with total obedience, Grace let Will and David remove her costume and then walked naked to the treadmill and David switched it on. “Naturally we control the machines,” he added.

As the speed of the treadmill increased, and Grace’s muscles had to work harder, she could feel the first tingles of pleasure deep inside her, and within only a few minutes she shuddered as her body contracted in a deep, satisfying orgasm.

Immediately she was moved across the room and made to sit on a large exercise ball. She struggled to stay on it, forced to tighten her muscles in order to keep her balance, and this time the balls pressed heavily against her G-spot and her body went into another spasm of blissful release.

She lost track of what was happening to Amber as she was made to ride the exercise bike, return to the ball and then finally ordered to lie on the couch again. She no longer knew how many orgasms she’d had, but she felt exhausted. Her last spasm had been painful as well as pleasurable, her tortured muscles forced into yet another climax.

Now, lying on the bed, she felt hands moving over her hot, sweat-soaked body. They teased her nipples, stroked her stomach and kept her whole body aroused. Shamed by her capacity for pleasure she was relieved to be told to close her eyes.

She was aware of Amber lying on the adjacent couch, but had no idea how the other woman was doing. Slowly the last embers of arousal began to die away and then with shocking suddenness, a drop of ice-cold liquid fell on her breasts and she screamed with surprise.

“Stay silent,” said Andrew.

Tensely she waited, eyes closed, but for a long time nothing happened and then, just as she thought it was over, another drop fell, landing just above the dent of her belly button and making her lower body jerk. Now the drops came more frequently, sometimes singly, sometimes two or three at a time. She began to ache between her thighs and realized that every time she jumped with shock, her muscles contracted and the massage balls worked their insidious magic on her. She wanted, needed, to come yet again, but the stimulation wasn’t quite enough. Frantically, with no thought for the watchers, she pushed her hips upwards, trying to make one of the drops fall between her needy thighs.

Then someone pushed a cushion beneath her hips, her legs were parted by firm hands, another pair of hands held her sex lips open and she waited longingly for a drop of the cold water to fall. When it did, it fell directly onto her swollen clitoris and she screamed with ecstatic delight, writhing on the couch and moaning “Yes, oh yes!”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth she felt the sting of a crop falling over her unprotected breasts, and stifled a moan of pain as the crop fell four times as punishment for her cry of pleasure.

“Forty-five minutes,” said Lucien. Immediately all hands were withdrawn and Grace was left alone.

“She’s wonderfully wanton!” said one of the men. “I hope she’s mine for a time this afternoon.”

“We draw lots I’m afraid,” said Andrew.

“Dress quickly,” said David, his voice clipped. “There are only two hours before we make our decision.”

Once dressed Amber and Grace had to stand in the middle of the room again while David looked at his notes. “We have a clear winner for this trial,” he said briskly. “And that winner was Grace. Amber, you…”

“It can’t be!” exclaimed Amber. “Someone’s made a mistake. I’ve always been multiorgasmic. I had numerous orgasms.”

“Be silent!” said David. “As I was one of the people watching you, you’re suggesting that I made a mistake. Clearly you’ve forgotten your place and you’ll be punished for your outburst after lunch, when you’ve had time to recover some of your strength. You must both be in the dining room in fifteen minutes,” he added, and with that he left the room.

Fifteen minutes later Grace and Amber arrived at the entrance to the dining room. During the short break, Grace had reminded herself that in two hours’ time it would all be over. It seemed a very short time in which to achieve her aim of ousting Amber, especially as they were equal at the moment, but following her victory in the fitness room her confidence had improved.

She knew that what she needed to do in order to win was actually become a slave girl in her own mind. Invest herself with a background story, as actors had to do. She must imagine how a female slave in Roman times would have felt when fondled and used by her master and his friends.

The twins led them in and told them to serve the guests. All the food was on a side table, and Grace immediately collected a plate and placed it in front of David, who was sitting at the head of the table.

Without looking up at her he idly pushed the piece of silk that was between her legs to one side and caressed the inside of her smooth thighs. “Remember, your pleasure is only to be obtained with permission,” he reminded her, and as she moved away she felt the vibrator that was pressed against her sex lips start to throb gently.

As she and Amber moved along the table, the men all let their hands touch the exposed areas of their bodies, and as the meal progressed so the vibrator’s pulsations increased.

By the time Grace poured the dessert wine for Andrew, her eyes carefully downcast, she was highly aroused. Pulling her onto his lap he tipped the contents of his glass down her left side, so that it trickled into the spaces between the tight lacing, then licked at it with the tip of his tongue.

The sensation was intense, and she shivered with excitement. She could hear the buzz of conversation around them, but was only aware of his delicate tongue, and the incessant arousal of the vibrator, now pressed even more tightly against her vulva by his hard thighs.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear. “I can tell you’re ready. Tell me the truth.”

“Yes, I do,” admitted Grace.

“What a shame that I forbid it,” he said, abruptly pushing her off his lap.

Grace scrambled to her feet, picked up the decanter and keeping her eyes down, moved on to serve Will. He contented himself with caressing her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples so hard that she struggled not to cry out. Passing Amber she saw that her adversary’s top lip was beaded with sweat, and realized that the ordeal was proving just as difficult for her.

When all the men had been served she went to put the decanter back on the sideboard but then David spoke. “My glass needs topping up, Grace. Pay attention.”

Swiftly she went across to him, and this time he too pulled her onto his lap, parting her legs so that she was balanced on his left thigh. Casually he slid a hand up under the bottom of her tight-fitting basque, spreading one hand wide over the base of her stomach. His fingers were firm and she wriggled to try and ease the rising spirals of excitement.

“Keep still!” he ordered her.

“Forgive me,” she begged him and he glanced at her in surprise.

“I think I will,” he murmured. “Would you like to come now?”

Grace was totally lost in her role-playing, and words flowed easily from her. “Only if you wish,” she replied subserviently.

“I do.”

As he spoke he pressed the heel of his hand hard into the base of her stomach, and the pressure there combined with the sensations from the vibrator were enough to trigger her climax. With a muffled groan of pleasure her body trembled violently.

As soon as she was still again she was ordered to continue her work, but she nearly stumbled as she moved away from him, just regaining her balance before she fell. At that moment she heard Lucien give Amber permission to come, and watched her opponent’s head go back as with a loud cry of satisfaction she climaxed, standing in front of him.

Clearly they had both been watched and judged by all the men during their brief moment of pleasure, but the thought no longer worried Grace. She was proud of what she’d done, and elated that she’d clearly surprised David by her response.

“Time for the final test,” said Andrew, pushing back his chair, “and then the vote will be held.”

This time the women were led down to the basement room, and Grace tensed. She’d hated the shadowy darkness and claustrophobic atmosphere there. Two long couches were in the middle of the room, and the twins swiftly stripped the two contestants of their clothes before pushing them toward the beds.

“You must both lie on your backs, and keep your eyes open during this trial,” said David. “We will draw lots for who is to make love to each of you. As he does, you must keep perfectly still, moving only when you’re moved by your partner, never visibly or verbally responding to what’s being done to you. You must behave as though you’ve been drugged, and are totally helpless, and can only climax after your partner. Such self-control is needed by anyone who believes they are suitable to be in charge of the Dining Club.

“However, before we begin, Amber will receive her punishment for this morning’s outburst. Andrew will administer that.”