To Disappear (23 page)

‘As I said, I want to please you.’

‘Why else?’ Kruin asked. ‘What have you learned in the time you’ve been here?’

For a moment Lydia couldn’t even respond. She struggled through her whirlwind of emotions, trying to fathom the motives of her dark triad in desiring control of her. Perhaps it was because they had withdrawn so thoroughly from the outside world that they wanted authority over everything in their present clandestine life.

How freeing it all was, Lydia thought suddenly. How utterly liberating to not have to worry about anything beyond the boundaries of the plantation. To allow these three men to do with her as they wished, secure in the knowledge that they were her ultimate guardians and protectors.

How delightfully liberating to live each day without care of the mundane aspects of life. Indeed, to live richly within life’s most exquisite offerings, those of sensual delights, delicious foods, physical attraction, the pleasures of gardens, flowers, massive oak trees, sleeping in the warm sunlight, horse riding, endless hours in which to read, and yes, even of carnal pain.

Lydia had never known such a vivid existence, one in which pain mingled so abundantly with ethereal pleasure. She had never been so aware of her own body and soul.

She felt every blade of grass that tickled her feet as she walked barefoot across the lawn, every spark of happiness at the sight of a colorful bird or the blooming of her flowers. She felt the breeze slipping mischievously underneath her skirt, the glossiness of her sex when she became aroused, the beating of her heart at each flicker of emotion, the burn of every punishing strike. And she felt her bond to these three men growing more intense and unbreakable with each passing day.

The answer to Kruin’s question rose inside her like a butterfly bursting from a cocoon. Tears sprang unexpectedly into her eyes.

‘I’ve learned to live,’ she whispered.

Kruin’s dark eyes filled with something indefinable. He didn’t move from his chair, but Preston rose and approached her.

Without a word he grasped her hips, sliding his hands up to cup her unfettered breasts. He bent his head, pushing aside a swath of her hair to press his lips against her neck. He took her skirt in his fists and drew it over her hips.

Lydia closed her eyes as she felt the thrust of his pelvis against her buttocks. The caning welts had healed, leaving only the barest traces of blotchy pink embellishing her pearly cheeks.

‘You delicious woman,’ Preston whispered in her ear, his teeth closing gently on her lobe. With one movement he swept her dress over her head, leaving her naked. ‘Lie over Kruin’s lap. You have no idea how savory you look with your lovely bottom all rounded and naked, just waiting for the sting of his hand.’

Lydia drew in her breath as Kruin pushed away from the table, and she settled over his thighs with a strange feeling of contentment, as if this was one of the places she belonged.

Her heart thudded with anticipation, her nerves already humming from the feeling of Kruin’s muscular thighs underneath her belly, and the growing pressure of his erection. Anxiety also came to life within her, for she knew well of the pain she was about to receive, but more powerful was the desire to please all three men, to prove to them that she meant what she said.

Kruin’s broad hand stroked over her plump bottom, evoking a shiver of warmth up her spine. She rested her hands against the plush carpet, letting her head fall forward as she absorbed the heat of his palm. He stroked her slowly in a wide, circular pattern that Lydia sensed was a display of affection. She parted her legs as she knew he wanted, exposing the increasingly moist cleft of her sex and the shadowy furrow of her buttocks.

A mutter of approval came from Kruin, which sent a thrill gliding through Lydia’s blood. He lifted his hand and brought it down hard on the crest of her bottom, stirring a prickly bite. A gasp caught in Lydia’s throat as her skin and blood absorbed the sensation.

Kruin bestowed another spank on her before smoothing his hand over her cheeks again. He dipped the tips of his fingers into the moist fissure between her legs before he began an easy and utterly delicious tattoo upon her bottom.

‘Is that what you want?’ Kruin murmured, his voice laced with both amusement and a husky note of lust.

‘Oh yes,’ Lydia breathed, squirming enticingly on his lap. ‘Hurt me.’ She pressed her hands flat against the floor as the force of Kruin’s hand increased, spreading a savory warmth over her vulnerable globes. Her eyes drifted halfway closed as the swelling burn of his hand mixed with the revived sting of her welts. A hot, delicious pain began to radiate over her bottom and into her very blood.

Her moistened lips parted on a moan as the blows became stronger, as Kruin’s prick pushed lecherously against her soft belly, as her secret pleats dampened with copious feminine liquids. Her body jerked with each inflexible blow, her breasts bouncing in time to the rhythm of Kruin’s spanks. Sensations swam through her mind and body, filling her world with the delectably blurred lines between pain and pleasure.

In the depths of Lydia’s fogged mind she recognized that the pain had a whole new level for her now. Granted to her by request, by this complex man whom she would never fully understand, the pain became a part of her, sank into her very bones, filled her mind and soul with a synthesis of sensations. Kruin dispensed the pain and Lydia accepted it in a harmonious symphony of rapprochement.

She curled her fingers into the carpet, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as his iron hand beat a pattern of scarlet heat on her flesh. As the pain began scorching her, a sob of pain broke from her throat and tears spilled down her cheeks. Perspiration dripped between her breasts as she struggled to control her urge to flail about and try and escape Kruin’s inflexible grip.

His hand moved down to smack firmly against the lower curves of her buttocks and the tops of her thighs, burnishing her with the proof of his control and authority. Lydia squeezed her eyes shut to try and staunch her flood of tears, although broken cries tore from her throat with each hard spank. She began writhing involuntarily, her hips twisting and turning in an attempt to evade the pattern of inevitable strikes.

The beat of Kruin’s hand began to slow. Lydia’s body went limp with relief as she felt the spanking ease, and then Kruin’s fingers slipped once again into the glossy crevices of her nether regions. Lydia groaned, pushing her hips back in invitation as his forefinger slid with tantalizing slowness between her bottom cheeks, pausing at the little puckered hole.

Lydia’s breath caught in her chest when she felt him deliberately begin to invade the tender area. Tingles of pleasure rained through her nerves as Kruin’s forefinger eased into her. Her body sheathed his finger with greed, as if hungry for more intense sensations, but before she could ease her hips towards him again he withdrew his finger and grasped her waist.

‘Stand up,’ he commanded, his eyes dark and smoldering.

Lydia did, holding the back of the chair to keep her shaky legs steady. She looked towards Gabriel and nearly moaned aloud at the expression of raw lust on his face. Her sex pulsed with the rhythm of her heartbeat, urgency spreading through her frame. She looked down at the prominent bulge in his trousers, longing to release his gorgeous, stiff flesh from its confinement.

‘Lydia.’ Kruin’s voice was thick with arousal.

She turned to him, her hand tightening on the chair as she saw him stretched naked on the floor, his large erection jutting up temptingly from his groin.

Without needing to ask or be told Lydia knelt astride him, quaking with anticipation and not a little apprehension. She straddled his hips and grasped the thick stalk of his penis and began to guide him slowly into her, his turgid knob stretching her inner flesh, creating a delicious ache that seeped into her very bones.

In the past Lydia had hated it when Preston ordered her to assume this particular position, but now her arousal knew no bounds. Kruin was watching her hotly, his gaze skimming over her pale, sweat-kissed skin, the globes of her breasts capped by tight crests, the curve of her waist and the smooth juncture of her legs.

Lydia’s spanked bottom burned at the contact with Kruin’s stout thighs, but she welcomed the discomfort as if it were the utmost honor. Indeed, she even found herself wriggling the crimson mounds against his hair-roughened thighs as if to both prolong and intensify the irritation.

When she had enveloped his shaft in her body, she began writhing up and down in the way she knew both he and Preston liked, letting his column of flesh slide moistly into her body. Her swollen clitoris rubbed against him with exquisitely torturous friction, but Lydia refused to allow herself to succumb to the need that had been building inside her since the moment she stretched across Kruin’s lap.

Closing her eyes, she increased the pace of her movements, feeling her bottom slap with renewed pain against his thighs. The acute thrusts of Kruin’s hardness combined with the stinging discomfort of her buttocks sent her into raptures. She panted with need, bracing her hands against his expansive chest, her fingers clutching at his flesh, unable to take her eyes from his.

His large hands reached back to grasp her burnt globes, stimulating her pain all the more acutely. His member filled her beyond what she thought was possible, throbbing against her interior walls and sending heat directly into her nerves. Kruin pushed upward into her, increasing the pace of his movements as he spiraled towards the apex of his pleasure. She felt his muscles tense, felt the intense shuddering of his body as he surrendered to his climax with a deep groan. Lydia tightened her flesh around him, milking the vibrations from his body.

Her eyes glazed and her breasts heaving, she turned her gaze on Preston. He was struggling to divest himself of the restrictive confines of his trousers. His erection sprung free, and he was on her in one movement, his hands reaching out from behind to grip the delicious curves of her hips as the head of his penis sought out the hot fissure between her legs.

Before Lydia could register his intent, he pulled her buttocks towards him and plunged his penis into the tight, sopping opening of her body. Lydia gasped, her hands clawing at the carpet with a mixture of shock and pleasure as she took the full force of his thrust into her. The planes of his flat stomach slammed against the scorching cushions of her buttocks, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him as he stilled momentarily to savor the sensation of her hot flesh.

Lydia let out a low moan when he began to thrust inside her, the heavy pouch of his testicles slapping against her open sex as he drove in and out of the elastic channel that gripped and squeezed his bursting shaft. His hands slid underneath her body, his palms stroking upward over the expanse of her perspiration-slick torso to her breasts, which he cupped in his hands, his thumbs flickering over her stiff nipples.

Lydia twisted her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with longing and need. ‘Preston,’ she gasped. ‘Please…’

Without breaking the rhythm of his repeated plunges into her taut channel, Preston slid one hand down her front to her sex, his fingers searching for the straining knot of her clitoris within the succulent, wet lips of her shaved labia. Two fingers splayed around the small bundle of nerves, causing her to groan with frustration, for she wanted him to rub her hard, and then, as if sensing the pure urgency of her need, he began to massage the juicy bud directly with firm strokes.

‘Come for us, Lydia,’ he commanded harshly, as ecstasy washed over her in waves, blocking out the world around her as she cried out her joy and became immersed in convulsions and shudders.

Preston’s fingers did not cease in their relentless manipulation of her until the last of the waves had coursed through her body, and then he clenched the quivering succulence of her buttocks in his hands and began driving towards his own climax. His fingers painted her creamy flesh with the fluids of her own arousal, his stalk filling her beyond belief until finally, finally, the warm wet eruptions splashed into her.

Lydia sank to her side onto the carpet as she struggled to catch her breath, her bottom aching from the friction of the Kruin’s thighs and Preston’s grip. Through the swirling of her mind she almost felt a sense of awe, for she was just beginning to recognize the extent to which these men wanted her to become her subordination. Gabriel had told her several times that she had control here, a statement that Lydia had refused to believe until now.

She had more control at
La Lierre et le Chêne
than she ever had in the outside world. Although she had to obey certain dictates, she alone determined her responses to those dictates. She alone could resolve to revel in her submission to these three men, to discover the extent of her limits, to pleasure the men as they wanted to be pleasured, even to control the responses of her own body.

And yes, she could always simply walk away, a choice she knew she would never make.

‘Lydia.’

She opened her eyes, wincing as she rolled onto her back. All three men stood above her, their gazes directed with unerring precision on her naked, perspiring body.

She looked at Gabriel, wondering if he would finally now take her in the manner for which she had longed, but he didn’t move. Instead, he nodded towards her parted thighs and her sex.

‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered huskily. ‘Bring yourself to a climax again.’