The Stallion (24 page)

Penny smiled. Here, she thought, somewhat selfishly, was her chance.

‘As a matter of fact, there is.’

He didn’t need her to outline what she wanted. Even though his prick pressed hard against its confines, he could not resist. He had to touch her, had to have her in any way he could.

His hand caressed her hair and her cheek then, once she had removed her hand from her straining clitoris, he let his own hand run down over her breasts as murmurs of ecstasy issued from his throat.

‘You’re so beautiful, Penny. So desirable.’

She closed her eyes and hoped, feeling his hand run down over her belly and his fingers tangle in her mass of pubic hair before teasing the head of her pee-soaked clit.

As if all bodily pleasures and reliefs were associated with each other, she continued to pee into the soft, yellow sand. Alistair rubbed her, then pinched her clit with two fingers so that its glistening head stood more firmly upright from its surrounding petals. Then he released it, teased it, tickled it, bringing her a delicious relief enhanced by her emptying bladder.

As she moaned, she closed her eyes and impulsively reached for his crotch. But her hand found only empty air.

Just when she thought she had him, Alistair had moved again. She frowned, opened her eyes and got to her feet.

‘Why won’t you let me touch you?’ she asked plaintively, and cupped her pouting breasts in the palms of her hands. ‘See what you can have if you want it? My breasts. Aren’t they pretty? People have said so, you know. And my pussy. Look at it.’ She lifted one leg and rested her foot on a two-foot-high rock. She let her breasts fall and used her fingers to pull open the lips of her sex. Pink folds of flesh blushed beneath his gaze. ‘See how wet you’ve made my pussy. And yet you neglect it. Why is that? Please tell me.’

But Alistair could say nothing. He could only swallow hard as he stared at the pretty pink jewels she so selflessly offered him. How pretty they were, and how much would he like to get his throbbing tool into that delightful gateway.

With all the strength of purpose he possessed, he curbed the cry of anguish that lay in wait on the back of his tongue. What could he say? How could he explain? He couldn’t, so he turned his back and walked swiftly away.

She stared after him. Tonight, she decided, she would console herself. Tonight before dinner, Gregory would bathe and soothe away her pains and disappointments. Tonight she would feel herself again.

10

BEHIND THE DECEITFUL
reflection of the ornate mirror in Penny’s bedroom, Nadine watched, her eyes glittering and unblinking, her mouth an uncompromising line. On the other side of the glass, Gregory’s behind rose and fell in strict tempo and his balls slapped against Penny’s upturned rear. His buttocks tensed with each forward thrust, relaxing with each backward stroke. How beautiful they are, she thought to herself, how they glisten from the oil Penny applied to them earlier, and how much better they would look criss-crossed with a welter of pink and purple stripes applied by a thin crop and the hair fine end of a riding whip!

Normally Nadine would be smiling. But today had not been a good day and, although she didn’t doubt that the stable-lads and Auberon had carried out her instructions, it still peeved her that she hadn’t been there at the beach to oversee things herself. She’d been annoyed that her brother had ordered her to collect that damn Clarissa, and, although he seemed genuine enough about the reasons for her doing so, she hadn’t been able to avoid being suspicious. She had questioned her own self-confidence, asked herself whether he was slipping from her grasp. But, she counselled herself, she would reassert her control. Dominance was irresistible. Once its sublime sensations had been tasted, tribute flowed back to the dominatrix like the river to the sea. Today, its flow had merely been interrupted.

Normally, the scene now taking place on the other side of
the
mirror would have been orchestrated by her for her brother’s delight and her own egotistical satisfaction. But that wasn’t true in this case. These two were acting under their own steam now, Gregory’s bathing and massaging of Penny’s body automatically leading to a frenzy of energetic lovemaking that Nadine was drawn to watch, but indignant that she had played no part in.

Nadine was not by nature a jealous woman. Her tastes she regarded as darkly plain, her demands simple. That was as far as it went. Simple they might be, but all-consuming, too. There was a single-mindedness in her that needed those same demands to be met in her time and on her terms. At the Beaumont stable she regarded those demands a bit like rules of the house. They were there for a purpose and the purpose was all her own.

Even though the sight in front of her annoyed her, she couldn’t help her throat becoming a little dry and her eyes glazing over at the sight of Gregory’s magnificent rump pumping away at the softness of Penny’s pleasantly rounded arse.

She could see that Penny’s eyes were closed and her mouth open in ecstasy. Her breasts swung in steady time with the tempo of Gregory’s thrusts. She was leaning on her elbows so her nipples consistently brushed the rough weave of the tapestry bedspread. As they brushed the coarse material, her nipples reddened, and as they reddened, they grew in size.

Nadine, who stood naked in the small turret room on the other side of the mirror, could almost taste the ecstasy both were enjoying. Even her own hairless pussy ached and oozed with desire.

Hands clasping Penny’s rear end tight against him, Gregory at last threw his head back, mouth wide and eyes shut. Penny was shaking her mass of dark hair in orgasmic frenzy. Both had reached their sexual nirvana.

Penny was insatiable and her appetite had sharpened since being at Beaumont Place. She was an apt pupil and beautiful with it. Not like Clarissa, she thought to herself. Clarissa wasn’t exactly plain, but neither was she pretty. She was ordinary – perhaps even boring. What a harsh word to call anyone she thought, boring. Anything – even ugly, hideous, horrendous – was better than that. Poor Clarissa. And then she smiled. Clarissa was wanting and if she had anything to do with it, would get what she wanted, though she wasn’t too sure whether she was really the virgin she insisted she was. Reggie, Clarissa’s father, had promised her a special treat for her birthday and had implored Nadine to see it got done. So far, Clarissa, after a lot of false hopes and non-starters arranged mostly through her father’s army connections, was still strangely unfulfilled. But Nadine would deal with that or, more accurately, Gregory would be used to deal with it. With mischief in her mind and satisfaction in her heart, Nadine smiled.

Increasingly obsessed with her own thoughts, Nadine lost interest in the scene on the other side of the mirror. She turned and looked at the outfit she had been planning to wear that evening. A nice choice, she thought, eyeing the black lace see-through kaftan which would have swept the floor but covered nothing. Nothing would have been worn underneath. But this, she decided, was perhaps not quite right for the evening she had in mind. Too soft and too pretty – and too exposing of her own body.

Instead, from the dark cupboard in the corner of the room, she got out a far more disciplined outfit, and one of her favourites. Once it was on, she surveyed herself in the full-length mirror that was strictly one-way only. Soft, clinging leather covered her body from head to toe. Black, of course, the collar was just a simple ring studded with metal spikes that caught the light when she moved. The collar was joined to the bodice
with
thongs of rolled leather, and in the bodice itself were two holes through which her nipples shyly peeped.

‘Now, my little pretties,’ she cooed as she rubbed each one between finger and thumb, ‘don’t be shy. Mummy wants you to come out to play.’

Dutifully, her nipples responded and stood proud of the black leather like two pink buttons. Her eyes surveyed the rest of her outfit. The legs were slashed high to her hips. A row of studs ran across her pelvis, and silver chains ran from beneath those slashed leg openings and held her thigh-high boots in place. The boots had high spiked silver heels and matching spurs.

‘Very nice. Very nice indeed,’ Nadine drawled with satisfaction, then held her head thoughtfully to one side. ‘Perhaps one little finishing touch,’ she said. Her natural sense of drama craved the unusual. From a drawer in a unit to the side of the dark wardrobe, she took a black eye patch and a silver-topped whip.

The effect was satisfying, though sinister. Smiling with menace, she placed her palms flat on either side of the mirror and leant towards it so her face was but two inches away from her own reflection.

‘Oh, dark mistress,’ she hissed slowly at the mirror, her breath misting the cold glass, ‘go take your place in the scheme of things, and dance your dolls to the tune of your own desires.’

Satiated with sex and the smell of Gregory’s maleness regrettably washed from her body, Penny dressed in a slim sheath with thin straps that she considered bordering on the virginal. It was low-cut, floaty and swept near the floor. Yet it clung to her curves and denied her rising breasts and curving hips nothing. Even the shape of her mons and belly was contoured
by
the soft blue material that a thousand silkworms must have beavered night and day to produce.

As she opened the door to her room, she glanced over her shoulder at her reflection and smiled. Her bottom, so recently pounded by Gregory’s hot pubes, had a defiant and pert look about it. Like two pear halves, she thought, smothered by a layer of swirling blueberry syrup. Then she closed the door on the room and the reflection.

At dinner, she met Clarissa.

Clarissa’s hair was cut short and vaguely fashionable. Her face was heart-shaped, but set slightly off-centre so that when she smiled her mouth looked a bit lop-sided and one eye gave the impression of being just a wee bit higher than the other.

Apart from her almond-shaped brown eyes, she was un-remarkable. She was of average height, average looks and had poor taste when it came to clothes.

If what she had on was supposed to be suitable for evening, it certainly wasn’t suitable for a girl of her age. Judging by the wide straps and elasticated waist, it might very likely have belonged to a middle-aged aunt of a particularly frumpy disposition.

Penny felt instantly sorry for her.

Even her constant wittering did little to endear her as a young girl on the threshold of life, but rather as a plain little sparrow never destined to be anything but easily forgotten.

The more Clarissa chattered, the more chance Penny got to study everyone else’s reaction. Like her, it was obvious that whatever Clarissa waxed lyrical about was going over everyone’s heads. They were commenting with negative words just for the sake of politeness but, apart from that, everyone seemed to be engrossed in their own thoughts.

But as her one glass of wine turned into two, then three, and then four, Clarissa’s talk became looser, her inhibitions
having
been drowned in the warm bouquet of a decent bottle of Chardonnay.

So, thought Penny, beneath that drab plumage and Daddy’s-little-girl image was a more exotic bird just ripe for the plucking. Later in the evening she found out Nadine was thinking very much along the same lines.

It was after dinner, when Penny had removed Reggie’s hot hand from her equally hot pussy, that Nadine, her face a mass of smiles, invited Penny to leave the men to themselves and go with her and Clarissa to her apartment for what she termed a ‘girly chat’.

There was something oddly Victorian and out of character about Nadine’s request, but Penny went along.

Once through the heavy door that divided the more prosaic aspect of Beaumont Place from the private, Clarissa was silenced and Penny herself was overcome with the sheer opulence of the brocade coverings of the corridor walls. Vivid and obviously valuable paintings in gilt frames added to the private splendour of Nadine’s very own domain, and gilt wall lights fashioned into frivolous bows and ripe heads of wheat gave reflected light to heavy mirrors and gleaming brass.

Nadine’s very high heels sank silently into thick runs of blue and red Persian rugs, and the cheeks of her bare bottom swung at a sharp rate from left to right as she led the way, her cohort of Penny and Clarissa marching apprehensively behind.

Nadine paused, hand on hip in front of a pair of rich mahogany double doors. Her one uncovered eye glanced from Penny to Clarissa and back again. It was obviously done for effect, and the amused smile that played around Nadine’s mouth seemed directed at the former rather than the latter.

‘I’ve a present for you, Clarissa,’ said Nadine, and, with an unusually sweeping flourish and a bright smile, she draped her long arm around Clarissa’s meaty shoulders.

‘For me, Nadine?’ whispered the girl, her eyes as bright as a child at Christmas and her cheeks still flushed with wine. The more closely Nadine drew towards Clarissa, the more Clarissa recoiled, her fingers curling into the palms of her hands as though loath to touch the soft leather of Nadine’s splendid outfit.

‘For you, my darling Clarissa,’ purred Nadine, gently pinching one of the girl’s shiny cheeks. ‘But first, you have to take your clothes off.’

‘What?’

Clarissa’s eyes opened wide and her face took on a deeper colour than before.

Penny raised one quizzical eyebrow and waited to see just what Nadine had in store. She half-expected Clarissa to say goodbye. But the girl, a hint of stubbornness squaring her chin, stayed put.

‘Take your clothes off, little sparrow,’ Nadine went on, her hands caressing a cheek before she took her chin between finger and thumb and looked deep into her eyes. ‘I will help you, and Penny will take hers off, too.’

Nadine nodded at Penny. lntrigued to find out what the present was and what was behind the double doors – and knowing they wouldn’t be allowed in until Nadine’s orders had been obeyed – Penny let the silky dress drop from her body and fall in a swirl to the thickly carpeted floor.