‘Trust in me,’ Anil murmured. ‘Believe me, your pleasure will come but you have to trust me.’
‘I wanted to feel you deeper inside me,’ Natalie moaned. But she knew that he was right. She had to follow his pace, because if she didn’t then she was falling back into her old ways, repeating the mistakes that she’d made with her lovers in the past.
Once she stopped moving her hips, Anil again began to penetrate her. This time she allowed him to set the rhythm and although he teased her, slipping the head of his erection in and out of her several times before finally thrusting fully forward, she didn’t complain because all her nerve endings were jangling. It felt as though a hand was tightening the inside of her body, drawing all the muscles up, and a sweet throbbing ache started to spread through her.
Bending his arms, Anil pressed the length of his body against hers, sliding his skin over the soapiness of hers. He moved himself around, so she could feel him moving inside her.
His mouth was against her ear, and as he thrust in and out of her his tongue flicked lightly around her earlobe. Then he whispered to her, ‘I want you to come now. I want to feel you shuddering beneath me, tightening around me. Let yourself go. Allow the pleasure to swamp you.’
Anil’s words were so unexpected that, as Natalie was already teetering on the brink of a climax, they triggered her release. Obediently, she spasmed as the exquisite pleasure rushed through her.
To her surprise Anil didn’t come. Instead he eased himself out of her and then washed all the suds from their bodies before turning off the shower and opening the doors. He then proceeded to dry her with a thick fluffy towel from the heated towel rail. Although he’d completely taken over, she felt strangely comforted by his actions. He was in control, but he was also protecting her, and she’d never felt more feminine or desirable.
By the time he’d dried every centimetre of her, every tiny nook and cranny, she was already aroused again and desperate for more pleasure. He was still fully erect and his cock looked so beautiful that, without thinking, she reached out to touch it. Immediately Anil’s fingers closed round her wrist like a vice, but even when he reproved her his voice was gentle.
‘No, not until I say.’
‘I forgot,’ Natalie whispered. Then Anil picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom.
He laid her on the large bed, placing cushions beneath her buttocks and, after making sure that her head was comfortably settled on the pillows, he fetched a glass bottle of scented massage oil. ‘I’m going to rub this all over you, but I don’t want you to come while I’m doing it. I want you to save your next orgasm for when I’m inside you again.’
‘I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait that long,’ she confessed.
‘I hope you can, otherwise the evening may end sooner than I’d anticipated.’
Natalie looked up at him in surprise. His voice was so quiet, his movements so gentle, and yet it was obvious that he meant what he said. Although he certainly seemed to have learned how to excite her body that evening, she didn’t think that he’d managed to overcome his desire to be in control all the time. Not that she was too worried, but she wondered what his tutor would think when they saw the film footage.
While Anil’s hands glided over her aching flesh Natalie tried to think about other things, to forget the mounting tension in her body. But when he parted her thighs and stroked her outer sex lips she knew that it was going to be very difficult for her not to come. ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’ he said, and for the first time a slight smile played around his mouth.
‘It’s exquisite,’ she gasped.
‘Good.’ Now, at last, his fingers were moving towards the centre of her pleasure, the tight little bunch of nerve endings that had been throbbing so frantically all the time he’d been massaging her. When he touched the base of her clitoris with the soft pad of his ring finger her whole body jerked with excitement, and she felt the first treacherous darts of pre-orgasmic ecstasy spreading through her pubic mound. ‘Be very careful,’ Anil cautioned her.
‘Then don’t touch me there,’ she gasped.
‘I like touching you there. You feel wonderful, so moist and needy. I’m going to lick you now.’
‘Oh, no!’ cried Natalie. ‘Please don’t! I shall come if you do.’
‘That would be unfortunate,’ Anil retorted. Then she felt his head between her thighs and she tensed in anticipation, waiting for his tongue to touch her. When it did it was with sharp, quick, flicking motions. As his tongue drummed against the pulsating bud she felt herself growing hot and her belly tightened. She was dangerously close to coming now and knew that if he didn’t stop soon there was nothing she would be able to do to stop her pleasure from spilling over. Luckily for her, Anil recognised this, because just as she was about to pass the point of no return he lifted his head. He then pushed her legs together and up towards her chest.
Natalie uttered a moan of delight as she felt him sliding inside her. As her feet rested against his chest, he slid his hands under her buttocks so that he could move her up and down in the rhythm of his choice. Carefully, slowly, but with increasing intensity Anil began to thrust in and out of her while Natalie rolled her thighs up and down. His liquid brown eyes were watching her carefully until she gave a tiny scream of delight as his cock struck her G-spot with unerring precision.
‘You can come whenever you like now,’ he said and she was pleased to hear that at last he was breathless with excitement too.
She’d waited so long for her climax that when he gave her permission to come her body hesitated for a moment, as though unable to give itself the pleasure that had been withheld for so long. Then Anil adjusted her position a little. Because his cock was so long he struck her cervix, and as he rotated his hips this deeply satisfying caress released all the pent-up tension that he’d created.
‘Yes!’ shouted Natalie and then she came in a series of convulsive shudders that were almost painful. So great was Anil’s self-control that he still didn’t come: only when her body was still again did he think of his own pleasure.
‘Tighten yourself around me,’ he commanded her. Greedily she obeyed him, because she wanted to feel him inside her for as long as possible, to try and imprint the memory of his long, clever cock on her mind.
When she clasped herself around him and moved her thighs up and down, Anil’s head went back and she watched the sinews of his neck tighten and strain before he too was racked with deep shudders of glorious pleasure.
Slowly, reluctantly, Natalie released her grip on Anil. Carefully he withdrew from her, and then lay down next to her so that their faces were almost touching. ‘Did you enjoy that?’
‘It was wonderful,’ she enthused. ‘Sajel’s very lucky.’
‘I haven’t finished yet,’ Anil murmured as he caressed the lobes of Natalie’s ears and the side of her neck. For a time they continued to lie there, but Anil’s hands were never still. He traced the outline of every centimetre of her, his fingers flowing over her curves. As he caressed her, so his own excitement grew until, amazingly quickly, she felt his cock starting to stir again.
‘Use your mouth on me,’ he commanded her and she obeyed with alacrity. This was an order that she was only too willing to carry out. As her mouth closed over the head of his gradually hardening erection she allowed her tongue to tease the flesh beneath the head of the glans. She enjoyed feeling him harden inside her mouth, enjoyed the sensation of power that she experienced as his hips twitched and his breathing quickened. She was so carried away by it all that she began to lick and suck too enthusiastically.
‘That’s enough,’ he said quickly. ‘I don’t want to come yet.’ Reaching down, he grasped hold of Natalie’s shoulders and pulled her back up until their faces were level again. Then he kissed her deeply, his mouth firm against hers.
‘Sit in that chair,’ Anil whispered as the kiss ended. She stared at him uncomprehendingly, her mind miles away as she tried to picture what he and
Sajel must look like together. Realising that she didn’t understand him, Anil picked Natalie up without any effort at all and placed her in the chair beside the bed, the chair that she’d noticed when she’d first entered his room.
Once she was seated he pulled her buttocks forward until they were on the front edge of the chair and she had to put her arms behind her for support. Swiftly he kneeled down in front of her. Then, grasping her legs, he put them on his shoulders, which meant that he was exactly on a level with her open, hungry sex.
As he slid into her, her head went back in ecstasy, because now he was resting against her G-spot once more, and the aching pleasure made her moan with delight. He stayed motionless for a long time, until the ache was almost painful and she started to whimper with impatience, longing for the ache to turn into pleasure.
‘What’s the matter?’ Anil asked, and she could see from the expression in his eyes that he was teasing her.
‘I ... need to come,’ she explained haltingly, afraid that he would regard this request as trying to take control.
Luckily for Natalie, it didn’t seem to bother him any more. ‘I know you do,’ he replied. Then, instead of starting to thrust, he clasped his hands firmly under her buttocks, pulling her towards him while at the same time moving until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Taken by surprise, Natalie thought that she was going to fall to the floor, but Anil’s hands were strong and his grip sure. By thrusting her elbows back behind her until they were resting on the seat of the chair Natalie was able to support her upper body, while her buttocks rested on the bed with Anil’s hands beneath them.
Her legs were under his arms, and she bent her knees until her feet were flat on the bed. While he’d manipulated her into this position Anil had remained inside her. This had the effect of stimulating her even further, so that her jangling nerve endings were screaming for satisfaction.
The chair was just near enough to the bed to enable Anil to move Natalie back and forth on his cock, and this time he moved her rapidly, building to a far quicker rhythm than he had earlier. She felt the pleasure spreading up through her belly, and her clitoris started to throb. Bending over her a little, Anil looped his left arm more firmly underneath her buttocks, freeing his right hand to do just that. The moment his thumb touched the base of her clitoris, Natalie’s body grew hot and tight. Then, shamingly fast, she was spiralling upwards into dizzy heights of pleasure as she climaxed once more. As her muscles contracted and released around Anil’s cock she expected him to come too, but he didn’t. Instead, when her body was finally quiet again, he began to use his fingers on her once more.
‘I don’t think I can come again,’ she confessed.
‘Of course you can.’
‘I can’t,’ she protested. But already he was dipping his fingers inside her, spreading her own juices up and over the delicate, highly sensitive tissue. Each time he eased a digit into her she shuddered, because she felt so full with the width of his finger on top of his cock.
Natalie thought that she was going to prove Anil wrong, that her exhausted body would fail to give her another climax. But when the tip of one of his fingers slid lightly over the incredibly sensitive opening to her urethra she gasped as a strange, piercing pleasure lanced through her. Her lower belly felt full and pressurised, as though she could explode at any moment. When he continued to manipulate around the tiny opening a deep, hot feeling spread through her lower body. She could hear herself uttering whimpering sounds, her hips moved restlessly and her body struggled to come to terms with these new sensations.
Her upper body was almost flat on the chair now and she was desperate for the pleasure that her tired flesh seemed unable to give her. Finally, one of Anil’s fingers began to stroke the side of the stem of her clitoris, and at last she felt the hot tightness spreading until the blissful pleasure swept through her and her whole body shook violently with yet another climax.
‘Now it’s my turn,’ said Anil, pulling her up against him so that her breasts were rubbing against his chest. ‘Keep your legs tightly around my waist,’ he added. Then, as she rested her hands on his shoulders, he moved her up and down. He moved slowly at first but with increasing speed, and she stared into his eyes, watching them widen as he finally spilled himself inside her again.
Natalie couldn’t remember any other man ever giving her so much pleasure. She wanted to tell him this, but something held her back. She sensed that Anil wouldn’t want to hear it, that through simply watching her reactions he knew, and to say anything might endanger his relationship with Sajel.
‘I hope we both passed,’ he said lightly, in an obvious attempt to break the intimate atmosphere that they’d created.
‘Passed what?’ queried Natalie, still not fully concentrating because her body felt so sated that she could hardly make her brain function.
‘The camera test.’
Natalie had forgotten all about the watching camera. But suddenly she remembered that Simon had been watching her on the monitor. That he’d seen just how totally she had abandoned herself to Anil. She wondered what he thought of her now.
‘I’m sure you passed,’ she said, bending forward and kissing Anil in the middle of his forehead.
‘I hope so. Unlike you, I don’t have another weekend in which to learn.’
‘Well, as I said, I envy Sajel.’
‘That’s nice. However, since you’re not Sajel I can’t be sure that I’ve learned enough to make her happy, can I?’
‘I think you have.’
‘But you relinquished control,’ pointed out Anil. ‘Sajel finds that very difficult.’
‘I’ve always found it very difficult before.’
‘Then the course is working for you.’
‘I suppose so.’
He looked thoughtfully at her. ‘Yes, Natalie, it’s the course, not me. There’s nothing that special about me. In any case, I think your interests lie elsewhere.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You don’t need me to tell you.’
Natalie felt her cheeks start to redden, because she knew that he was right. As she was already trying to imagine what effect her sex with Anil would have had on Simon, she had to admit to herself that she was clearly obsessed with the man, even if it was forbidden. ‘I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,’ she lied. Then she left Anil lying on the bed and went to shower before returning to her room.
It had been an exciting experience, and she really did envy Sajel but now she was looking forward to seeing Simon the next day. However, she wasn’t certain whether she was looking forward to the final lesson of her first weekend.
Chapter Eleven
AT SEVEN O’CLOCK THE next morning a maid brought Natalie’s breakfast to her room. Drawing back the curtains, she placed on the bedside table a tray with coffee, fruit juice, toast and marmalade on it and then withdrew without a word. Apprehensive about what was to follow, Natalie wasn’t very hungry. She only nibbled on the toast, but drank the coffee eagerly.
When she remembered the previous night, and the length of Anil’s cock, her flesh began to tingle. She quickly pushed the memory away. Anil had only been a part of the course, nothing more. She suspected that despite the progress she’d made she still had a long way to go before The Haven would consider her stay there a success.
No sooner had she showered and dressed than Simon arrived to collect her.
‘Good morning. I must say you behaved very well with Anil last night.’
‘Thank you,’ said Natalie demurely.
‘You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself.’
She couldn’t tell from the tone of his voice whether he was pleased or not, but she suspected from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t. ‘Is there something wrong with that? I thought you’d be pleased with the way I did.’
‘I am pleased.’
‘You don’t look it.’
‘This is how I look when I’m pleased.’
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��s how you look when you’re not pleased too.’
‘I know. It’s quite useful to have an expressionless face.’
‘Useful in your work, yes,’ Natalie agreed. ‘It must be a bit of a handicap in your private life, though.’
‘We’re not here to talk about my private life,’ Simon said abruptly. ‘Are you ready for the final lesson of the first part of your course?’
‘I suppose so. Should I have worn anything special?’
‘No,’ said Simon. ‘This time you’ll only be watching. Take careful note of what you see, because when you come back next weekend you’ll be taking part in the Sunday-morning session.’
‘You make that sound like a threat.’
‘I didn’t mean to. Of course, it isn’t exactly the kind of thing you’re used to doing.’
‘I don’t think I want to hear any more about it,’ said Natalie hastily. ‘Shall we go?’
Simon’s voice was curt. ‘Follow me.’ He then set off very rapidly down the corridor, so that Natalie was quite breathless by the time they got to the ground floor.
‘Where do we go?’ she asked.
‘We use the lift from here.’
‘To go where?’
‘To the basement.’
‘What’s down there?’
‘You’ll find out.’
The heavy lift doors slid open. For a moment Natalie paused, suddenly very nervous. ‘Come on,’ said Simon. ‘You were the one who was in a hurry to get down here, remember?’
‘Is it dark in the basement?’
‘Why, are you afraid of the dark?’
‘A bit.’
‘Don’t worry, there has to be enough light for everyone to see what’s happening, otherwise there wouldn’t be any point in the exercise. Where’s your courage now?’
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