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Gazing up at him, she could see that he was excited too, but whether by the whole scenario or her struggle with her wanton body she didn’t know.

“Here we are,” said Amber, returning to the side of the bed. “Andrew, turn Grace over for me, and I think the thong needs to come off now.”

Gently, caressingly, Andrew pulled the thong down her legs, his fingers stroking her flesh. As he pulled it off over her feet he kissed the insides of her ankles, heightening her arousal still more. Then Grace felt Andrew’s fingers parting the cheeks of her bottom and her body jerked as he moved a well-lubricated finger around the opening to her back passage. She started to tense, but then Amy gave a loud cry of pleasure, which distracted Grace, allowing him to ease two fingers slowly inside her rear opening.

The sudden sensation of fullness drew Grace’s attention away from Amy, and she made a sound of protest. Ignoring her, Andrew kept his fingers still, allowing them to rest quietly against the walls of her rectum until her muscles relaxed again.

“She’s ready now,” he told the waiting Amber.

Lying facedown on the bed waiting for whatever was to come, Grace heard Amy say “No, please don’t do that or I’ll come too fast.” She also heard David sharply telling her to stay silent, and realizing that he was pleasuring Amy she was almost overwhelmed with jealousy.

Lost in what was happening next, the insertion of the first anal bead by Amber took her totally by surprise, and she gasped loudly. Swiftly other beads followed, and the strange, full sensation made her restless.

“Turn on your side,” said Amber. Once Grace had obeyed, the blonde woman opened Grace’s outer sex lips and spread more lubricant along the inner channels, her fingers lingering lightly around the opening to the urethra for a few blissfully arousing seconds.

Immediately Grace felt her treacherous body start to respond, and an ache began way down in her belly while her breasts started to swell. All the nerves in her body were jumping, tendrils of pleasure snaking through her, but she fought hard to delay the inevitable.

“Time for another toy I think,” said Amber, and without warning she eased a G-spot vibrator inside Grace and then turned it on.

Grace gasped as the most amazing sensations began to build deep inside her. Keeping the vibrator in place, Amber sat on the side of the bed, lowered her head and drew Grace’s right nipple and the surrounding sensitive tissue into her mouth. Sucking and releasing it, teasing the tip of the nipple with her tongue, she soon had Grace moaning with pleasure.

Her second orgasm was building fast, and there was nothing she could do to delay it now, because of the small, relentless vibrator inside her and the added full feeling caused by the beads. As Amber nipped on the rigid nipple, causing a shard of pain to streak through her swollen breast, Grace’s body convulsed as she climaxed for the second time.

This orgasm lasted longer than the first, and she thought the final tremors were never going to end. Then, as the wonderful but exhausting sensations started to ease, Andrew tugged on the cord at the end of the anal beads. As they came out slowly, each one teasing the walls of her rectum, Grace was horrified to realize that her muscles were going into a second spasm, and she gave a cry of protest as she shook from head to foot with a new, dark kind of pleasure she’d never experienced before.

Only when she was finally still did Amber and Andrew let her move onto her back, and Andrew licked at a bead of sweat just above her belly button. She jumped with shock and he smiled at her. “Wasn’t that good?” he said. “And there’s more to come.”

She knew better than to look away from him, but despite the excitement and admiration in his eyes she felt only despair, because she didn’t know if her body could manage another climax, yet Amy was still being pleasured in order to bring her to her second orgasm.

After that she lost all track of time as she was brought to peak after peak of ecstasy, fighting all the time to delay the final moment of gratification. Several times she heard Amy’s cries of delight, but while they pleased Grace they also served to arouse her, and she realized how clever it had been to have the two of them side by side.

She would never have imagined that hearing another woman climax would excite her, but it happened every time. She had no idea what was happening to her opponent, or how she was being aroused. All she knew was that Amy seemed to have better control than her, and she was terrified that, as David had warned her, this might be her last visit to the Dining Club.

Then, as her body was slowly coming down from yet another intense climax caused by Amber and Andrew teasing her clitoris while it was trapped in a clitoral ring, she sensed that her exhausted body wouldn’t be able to cope with any more pleasure. Amber was approaching her with something in her hands and with a heavy heart Grace was about to say she couldn’t bear it when she heard Amy give a loud cry of protest.

“You’re hurting me now!” she exclaimed. “It’s no use. I can’t come anymore.”

Grace lay motionless, hardly daring to breathe. “Of course you can,” said David, and Grace was shocked to hear that his voice was sharp with apparent annoyance.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” protested Amy. “Laura shouldn’t have used that special lubricant on me. It makes everything too intense. I can’t bear any more, and I want to stop now.”

“The lubricant we import?” asked David incredulously.

“It was a mistake,” said Laura. “I picked up the wrong tube. I’m so sorry, really I am.” Grace could hear the fear in her voice.

“It certainly was a mistake,” responded David coldly. “Leave the room. Amber will discipline you later.”

A few seconds later he was looking down at the exhausted Grace, his eyes sweeping over her sweat-drenched body as he assessed her with what looked to her like dispassionate interest. “Amber and Andrew have clearly given you a lot of pleasure, Grace,” he said quietly.

Grace swallowed hard. “Yes, they have,” she agreed.

“Well, you heard what Amy said. She can’t go on. The question is, can you manage another orgasm?”

“I don’t have to!” protested Grace. “She was the first one to say she didn’t want to continue.”

“But my darling girl, unless you manage another orgasm it will be a draw, and the trial will have to be run again another time,” he said smoothly.

Staring up into his unreadable blue eyes, Grace was totally bewildered and very hurt. “Why are you doing this? Don’t you want me to succeed?” she asked, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

“Of course I do, more than anything in the world, but that’s the rule. I’m sorry if I didn’t explain it clearly enough at the beginning.”

He hadn’t, and they both knew that, but when Andrew nodded in agreement Grace knew there was no point in arguing any further. She only wished she knew whether it had been a genuine mistake by David or yet another moment of subtle cruelty by this man she loved so much.

She heard Amy get off her bed and then heard the door open and close as she left the room. Now Grace was alone with Amber, Andrew and David, and somehow she had to manage one more climax or the whole trial would be repeated. She didn’t think she could face that; knowing what lay ahead the second time would make it too difficult for her.

Still puzzled and upset by David’s behavior, she waited passively on the bed, as she knew was expected of her. When Andrew drew up a chair and sat down next to her, she saw the sympathy in his eyes and wondered why David couldn’t ever look at her like that during trials. “I’m sorry about this. It’s not like David to make mistakes, but it is the way this trial always ends,” he assured her. “I’ll blindfold you now. It will help to make the sensations more intense.”

Grace nodded, her mind fastening onto what he’d said about David rarely making mistakes. She knew that was true, which only increased her belief that he’d done it on purpose and made no sense at all. At least, not if he wanted her to succeed. She bit on her lower lip, because the possibility that he didn’t was unthinkable.

A soft black velvet blindfold was placed over her eyes, and then her hands and feet were spread out wide and fastened to rings attached to the sides of the bed.

“Let’s start gently,” said Amber, opening Grace up between her thighs so that her clever tongue could begin to swirl lightly over the moist flesh, but Grace scarcely reacted to the previously arousing touch. While Amber worked with her mouth male hands that Grace recognized as Andrew’s opened the front fastening of her bra, allowing her breasts to be fully available to him. Then he began to massage them, lightly at first but with increasing pressure. When he let his tongue stray to the tender flesh of her armpit she squirmed, and to her relief felt a very faint stirring of desire in her belly.

“She’s become a little damp now,” commented Amber, letting her tongue flick at Grace’s clitoris, but this time it was irritating rather than arousing and Grace tried to move herself away, pressing her back lower into the bed. With her senses heightened due to the blindfold, she heard a tiny sound of satisfaction from the other woman, and wanted to cry at the way her body was letting her down at such a vital moment.

Andrew’s hands moved lower, gently stroking her round her bare waist and the soft curve of her hips, and then he began to kiss her softly in the same places. At the same time Amber tickled lightly at the inner creases of Grace’s thighs, and when she did that Grace suddenly knew that an orgasm would be possible.

She could feel her body starting to respond, her hips moved restlessly on the bed as she attempted to push the lower half of her body down so that Amber would caress her clitoris with her tongue. Amber duly responded, flicking the side of the swollen nub in a steady rhythm, and now the pleasure was growing rapidly. Almost overwhelmed with relief, Grace felt her muscles start to contract.

Immediately Andrew’s hands stopped moving, Amber’s tongue stopped what it had been doing, moving deep inside Grace instead, and the delicious darts of her impending climax began to die away. “No, no!” she cried piteously, frantic for them to continue stimulating her in the way they had been seconds earlier.

“Oh dear,” said Amber, straightening up. “I thought she was near to coming, but she wants us to stop.”

“No, I don’t! Please, please go on!” she whimpered, unable to stay silent as despair almost overwhelmed her as she felt the delicious sensations continuing to slowly subside.

“What a shame,” agreed Andrew. “You nearly managed it Grace,” he added, and she felt his hands stroking her hair.

“I didn’t want you to stop!” she shouted. “I was about to come. Please, please listen to me.”

“You said ‘no,’ ” Amber pointed out.

“Only because…”

All at once, David spoke. “Be silent, Grace. I’ll be the judge of who’s telling the truth.”

For a moment the room was silent. All Grace could hear was the sound of her own breathing, but within seconds David was at her side, and she felt his familiar touch as he stroked the side of her face. “If you were telling the truth you should be very ready, so this won’t take long,” he promised her.

Relief surged through her, because whatever had been happening before, she could tell that he was now on her side again.

“I’m going to suck on your clitoris now, and then stroke it with warm damp thread,” he continued. “While I’m doing that, I’m going to let a small vibrator tease the surrounding flesh. Will that be enough do you think?”

His words alone were enough to arouse her. Her frantic body began to shake with excitement, and when his hands parted her outer sex lips and his mouth sucked gently on her rapidly swelling clitoris she moaned with pleasure and relief.

“Now for the thread,” he murmured, and the words were so tantalizing that she felt her orgasm getting nearer even though nothing else had happened. The anticipation of the delicate, drawn-out movement of the thread was driving her out of her mind with excitement.

“Ready?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, oh yes!” she moaned, half out of her mind now as she anticipated the pleasure that was about to swamp her body.

“What a wanton young lady you’ve become,” he murmured. Then she felt the lightest of touches as the warm, moistened thread stroked the surface of her clitoris, while a vibrator gently massaged the sensitive flesh around it, and gave a loud cry of triumph as her body was shaken by the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. It seemed to go on and on, and David continued to let the thread play over her until the last tiny tremors of pleasure died away. Only then did he stop.

“I think we can safely say you passed tonight’s trial,” he commented dryly.

Grace heard the door slam, and then David removed her blindfold, unfastened her wrists and ankles and looked down on her with what she thought was a look of admiration in his eyes. “You were absolutely amazing, my darling,” he said, his voice husky with excitement and desire. “I would never have believed it possible.”

As he wrapped her in a fluffy toweling robe and took her back to their suite, Grace knew that before tonight she would never have believed it possible either. But she’d passed, and now she would only be making one more visit to the Dining Club.

Strangely, despite everything that had happened to her there, that realization didn’t bring the relief she’d expected, but instead a surprising and rather shameful twinge of regret.

* * *

Once they were in their room, Grace collapsed on the bed and within minutes was sound asleep. After he’d made sure she was comfortable, David settled himself in one of the armchairs and thought back over the evening, trying to work out why, for a time, he’d been doing his best to make sure that Grace failed tonight. Furthermore, he’d taken a perverse pleasure in it.

She was proving herself to be everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, with a body that was as receptive to the kind of sexuality he enjoyed as he could ask for, and a love for him that was beyond doubt.

He’d always wanted to find what he’d thought of as his perfect woman, yet now he seemed to have found her, he was deliberately trying to sabotage the relationship. Watching her tonight, as she reached the peak of her sexual pleasure time after time, he’d never been more aroused. He’d felt closer to her then than he’d ever felt to a woman, yet at the same time part of him hoped that she’d give in and choose to leave him. He wasn’t a fool. He’d watched the way Amber and Andrew had left Grace stranded as she was about to reach her final climax, and he’d understood Amber’s motive very well. It was fear. Andrew’s, on the other hand, couldn’t be fear, which left only one other logical conclusion. Andrew wanted Grace to fail, leaving the way open for him to ask her out.