Stately Pleasures

by Lucy Felthouse

  Slowly she straightened up and felt a smirk tug at the corner of her lips as gravity pulled her skirt back down, covering her up. No more exhibitionism for her. She twisted her mouth into a neutral position as a hand grabbed her wrist and moved her so she was facing back into the room – and towards the two men.

  The smirk threatened to re-emerge as she noticed Ethan shift uncomfortably and press a hand over his crotch. He clearly had a hard-on – for the second time that day, that she knew of – pressing against the inside of his clothes. Using her peripheral vision, she sneaked a peek at Jeremy’s crotch area. He either had an unusually large cock – she guessed she’d find out soon enough – or he too, had an erection.

  Alice could scarcely believe it. She, Miss Plain Jane, had two super-hot men standing in front of her with stiff dicks. They both wanted her. She resisted the temptation to pull all her clothes off and sprawl on the floor like some kind of wanton woman and beg them to fuck her. Both of them. At once, if they liked.

  God, how she’d changed in such a short time. She’d gone from someone so un-sexual – if that was even a word – that she hardly ever masturbated, to a person who was almost a nymphomaniac. She blamed Jeremy and Ethan.

  Jeremy, with his dark, cropped hair, expressive blue eyes, sinfully plump lips and … Fuck, he even had beautiful hands. Long, graceful-looking fingers that she suspected had just been playing with her pussy. So they probably smelled of her. Words just couldn’t describe how sexy he was. And she hadn’t even seen any of his body yet. It was clear that he looked after himself, but he wasn’t as big as Ethan in the muscle department. Regardless of that, she’d probably still turn into a puddle of mush at his feet when she saw him naked for the first time.

  Then there was Ethan, who certainly didn’t play second fiddle to his friend in the looks department. He was attractive in a completely different way. His height and muscular frame would immediately draw the eye of any straight woman in a room. Even if her husband was Brad Pitt or George Clooney. But where Jeremy was handsome in a brooding and traditional sense, Ethan was much more approachable. His chin-length brown hair, green eyes, and smile to die for would have the ladies queuing up to talk to him, especially when he flashed his dimples. But he could also give off vibes designed to keep everyone away – particularly when he looked all intense. Dependent on the reason for the intensity, of course. He’d looked pretty full on when they’d been together earlier, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so hot for a man.

  Until now, of course. She was super-hot for both of them. Two fucking men, for God’s sake! Two intelligent, gorgeous, sexy men.

  Suddenly, Alice was worried. They hadn’t even started playing their kinky games for real yet, and she was already shocked by the strength of her need. If they carried on like this, those feelings would grow stronger and maybe mutate into something emotional, as well as sexual. And that would never do.

  There was no way she could afford to fall in love with one of them. That would cost her much more than her career. It would cost her heart.

  Chapter Eight

  The next morning, Alice woke feeling incredibly well rested. After their encounter the previous evening, Jeremy had sent her to her room. She’d done as she was told, feeling every inch the child being sent to bed for bad behaviour. As it happened, she was happy to go. Her bizarre day had left her exhausted, and she showered, then pulled on a pair of pyjamas and crawled eagerly beneath her new sheets. Everything had been so crazy that she hadn’t had time to think about how cool it was that she had a four-poster bed. It wasn’t an original, like the ones in the rooms of the house open to the public, but it had been designed to look like one. Therefore Alice loved it. She’d pulled the covers up over her body and masturbated herself to a desperately needed climax before falling into a deep sleep.

  Now she was ready to face the world and whatever it saw fit to throw at her. It wasn’t long before she found out. She washed and dressed, then made her way down to the kitchen, wondering if cooking duty included breakfast, or whether they just ate cereal. She found both men in there; Ethan waiting for the kettle to finish boiling, and Jeremy munching a bowl of cornflakes.

  ‘Morning, Alice.’ Ethan pulled open a cupboard and retrieved another mug. ‘Great timing. Tea or coffee?’

  Alice had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Ethan had forgotten she didn’t like either and was just making the same offer any polite person boiling a kettle would. She shook her head. ‘No thanks, I don’t drink tea or coffee. I’ll have a glass of juice if you can let me know where the glasses are. Morning, by the way.’ She aimed the last at both men, and Jeremy swallowed a mouthful of cereal before responding.

  ‘Good morning, Alice. Did you sleep well?’

  ‘Yes, thank you.’ She deliberately didn’t ask if he had – it was a little early for dirty talk and she suspected she wasn’t the only one who’d masturbated after last night’s encounter.

  A clink pulled her attention back to Ethan. He’d grabbed her a glass and, when she turned to him, he pointed to the cupboard he’d got it from. She nodded her thanks, then walked over, picked it up, and moved over to the fridge. She poured herself a glass of apple juice then settled herself at the kitchen table, opposite Jeremy, and sipped the cold liquid.

  ‘So,’ she said, looking at Jeremy, ‘what’s the deal with breakfast? No cooking rotation?’

  Jeremy finished crunching his mouthful, before swallowing. ‘No, not usually. Though the Monday we close – you know, the one in each month so the house can be thoroughly cleaned – we let the cleaners in to do their thing, then come back here for a fry-up.’

  ‘Sounds good. And usually?’

  He held up his spoon. ‘Cereal, or toast. Something quick. Whatever you fancy. Just help yourself.’

  ‘OK, thanks.’ Alice took another sip of her juice and stood up to go and explore the kitchen, and find out where everything was.

  By the time she’d grabbed everything she needed and made herself a couple of slices of toast, both men were done with their breakfast. They stood up almost simultaneously, and Jeremy picked up his and Ethan’s dirty crockery and cutlery, which he loaded into the dishwasher.

  ‘It’s almost full. Alice, would you mind grabbing a tablet out of that cupboard –’ he pointed to it ‘– and switching the dishwasher on when you’re done with your glass and plate?’

  ‘Sure,’ she said, hastily swallowing a mouthful of toast. The last thing she wanted to do was speak with her mouth full in front of the two men and spray crumbs everywhere.

  ‘Brilliant, thank you. Could you come to my office when you’re ready? There’s no rush.’

  Alice nodded. Then the men left the room and she finished her toast and juice in peace, before loading and switching on the dishwasher as she’d been asked. She headed back upstairs to clean her teeth, double checking her hair and make-up before leaving her room and making her way to Jeremy’s office.

  The door stood open when she got there, and she walked right in without knocking. Jeremy and Ethan were leafing through separate piles of paperwork, but they both stopped when she entered the room.

  ‘Alice,’ Jeremy said with a smile. ‘That didn’t take long. I meant it when I said don’t rush, you know.’

  Alice shrugged. ‘I didn’t rush. It’s OK, I’m here now. So what can I do for you?’

  ‘Ah, the possibilities.’ He smirked, then quickly straightened his face. ‘No, I shouldn’t joke. Ethan and I have something utterly serious to say.’

  ‘O-kay …’

  ‘We just want to make sure you’re absolutely sure you’re happy to participate in the challenges. I realise I put you on the spot with this whole thing, but I’m not a complete brute. So I’m giving you a chance to back out.’

  Wow, she hadn’t been expecting that! Though she’d already come to the conclusion that he wasn’t, as he’d put it, a complete brute. And that was in spite of the things that had happened since they’d met. But she’d alread
y made her decision, and she had no intention of going back on it. Her eyes were firmly on the prize. The fact she’d had more sexual pleasure in the past few days than she’d had in the past months – years, even – helped her to stick with it too. Excellent job prospects, with the bonus of two hot men to keep her entertained while she worked out her existing contract; it wasn’t exactly a hardship.

  She shook her head. ‘No, it’s OK. It’s good of you to check, but I’m more than happy to continue with our existing agreement.’

  The two men exchanged a look. Jeremy nodded slowly. ‘Excellent. We were hoping you’d say that. Now –’ he looked at his watch ‘– we still have an hour or so before the staff turn up for today’s shift. I have an idea how we can make good use of that time. Let’s go to the schoolroom.’

  Shit. She hadn’t seen that coming. After she’d agreed, she thought they’d all go on their merry ways and begin their working day. But it seemed Jeremy wanted to start playing kinky games before work – which somehow made it all the more extreme, given the fact they could get interrupted by an early staff member requesting admittance to the building. As well as that, Jeremy had mentioned the schoolroom, which was the location of the first task on the list. If memory served her correctly, they certainly weren’t starting her off with an easy challenge. Far from it.

  She fell into line behind Jeremy and Ethan as they left the room. Silently, she followed them through the house, psyching herself up for what would happen next. By the time they reached the schoolroom, Alice was feeling calm and confident – she was sure she could handle the task, which would bring her one step closer to her goal.

  Jeremy opened the door, and Ethan and Alice walked in before him. Jeremy pulled the door to, and gave Ethan a nod. They’d obviously discussed this beforehand, because Ethan knew exactly what to do.

  ‘Alice,’ he said, firmly but softly. ‘Bend over a desk and pull your dress up around your waist.’

  Alice was extremely glad that she’d obeyed her orders and not worn knickers that day. She’d have been caught out very early on if she hadn’t. Moving to the nearest desk, she did as Ethan asked.

  ‘Good,’ Ethan said, moving close behind her and caressing her bare buttocks. ‘These won’t be nearly as pale when I’m finished.’

  Alice was surprised that Ethan was going to be the one doing it. She’d always thought of Jeremy as the ringleader and assumed it would be him. She was about to have her arse turned red, though, so it hardly mattered who was going to do it.

  Alice became aware of Jeremy moving to the front of the classroom and retrieving something from the teacher’s desk. He didn’t bother to hide the item as it was an integral part of the task, and therefore she already knew what it was.

  A wooden ruler. Watching Jeremy – and, more specifically, the ruler’s journey – from the corner of her eye, her resolve slipped a little. It was wood, for goodness’ sake! It would hurt if a weakling swung it at her bare cheeks, never mind a muscular giant of a man. Fuck.

  Jeremy handed the ruler to Ethan, who stroked his big hand over her exposed skin once more. It took all of Alice’s willpower not to clench her fleshy cheeks. She may be nervous, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to let them know that.

  Both men were right behind her now, and one of them let out a low whistle. From the words that were spoken next, she gathered it was Jeremy. ‘That’s quite a sight, isn’t it, comrade? Our Alice bent over, arse in the air, slit on display. She looks …’ He seemed lost for words now; a rare occurrence.

  ‘Beautiful,’ Ethan supplied. ‘She looks beautiful, mate. My cock is rock hard already, and all I’ve done is stroke her bum.’

  Her face grew hot. The two men were examining her, and far from finding her lacking, they thought she was beautiful. And Ethan had admitted to having a hard-on caused by the sight of her naked arse and pussy.

  Jeremy laughed. ‘And you’re not the only one. I’m tempted to stick my cock inside her cunt right here and now. Never mind the spanking!’

  ‘In that case, I’d better get on with it, hadn’t I?’

  ‘Probably wise.’

  Jeremy stepped back into Alice’s peripheral vision, presumably to give Ethan room for manoeuvre. His expression was perfectly sober, but a glance down told her that he hadn’t been exaggerating about the erection – it tented his smart jeans and made her wish he had just stuck it inside her, like he’d threatened to.

  She didn’t have too much time to think about being fucked by Jeremy, though, as she heard a small whooping noise – the sound of the wooden ruler rushing through the air – then the slap of it hitting her arse. Just as the thought that it hadn’t hurt was about to cross her mind, the pain hit. A sharp, stinging sensation raced in a diagonal stripe across her right cheek. Much to her pride, she didn’t yell or scream. She just pulled in a sharp breath and screwed her eyes shut, breathing in and out slowly and steadily, trying to work her way through the pain.

  She’d just about dealt with it when the next blow came, this time on her left cheek. Gripping her hands tightly around the edge of the desk she was bent over, she watched as the knuckles turned white, determined to let nothing but the most negligible of noises pass her lips. Again, as the white-hot fire burned through her nerve endings, she sucked in a breath and bit her bottom lip. She would not cry out. She would not.

  Given her relative silence, it seemed Ethan thought he wasn’t hitting her hard enough. Or fast enough. After the searing agony of the second blow had dulled into a more manageable ache, he started to spank her more rapidly and with increased force. Alice was incredibly glad that neither of the men had asked her to count the strokes, because there was no way she’d have been able to. The pain was just too much.

  Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

  By the time the blows ceased, Alice was collapsed onto the desk, her upper body crushed against it, with silent tears running down her face. But she hadn’t screamed, or yelled. Granted, she’d almost clawed holes in the desk, and bitten her lip until it bled, but still, she’d kept quiet. And for that, she was incredibly proud of herself.

  As she started to come back to herself, she noticed two things – one, her pussy was saturated and ached to be penetrated, and two, Jeremy was standing right in front of her, his stiff cock in his hand.

  Arching her neck to look at him, she opened her mouth when he indicated he wanted to put his prick in it. It was long, thick, and warm. Stinging arse almost forgotten, Alice moved forward to pleasure him. It was the first time she’d seen or touched Jeremy’s cock, and she was determined to make a good first impression. She stuck her tongue into the slit at the top, enjoying the salty taste of his arousal, then took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. She stopped only when his bell-end hit her gag reflex. Deep-throating was not something Alice had ever tried and although she wanted to impress Jeremy, she didn’t want to rush things and end up vomiting. That would definitely not be a good look.

  She made up for her relative lack of skill with plenty of enthusiasm. Using her hands to push and pull at the edge of the desk, she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, licking, sucking and slurping. Alice listened to the sounds Jeremy made and used those, the jerks of his hips, and the thickening of his cock to help her gauge her performance. She was no expert, but it seemed she was doing OK. Her hunch was confirmed when he grabbed her head, tangled his fingers into her hair and pushed forcefully between her lips before letting out a growl and spurting come over her tongue and down her throat.

  She continued to flick her tongue around the now-sticky shaft in her mouth until he disentangled his fingers and stepped back, pulling his cock out with an audible pop. Almost immediately, Alice felt hands reach under her armpits from behind and wondered if Ethan was going to fuck her. If he was, she hoped he’d be gentle – those marks on her arse were still stinging like mad.

  But Ethan wasn’t going to fuck her – not then, anyway. He was helping her up. As she straightened, she was grateful for the help as she dou
bted her shaky legs would hold her. Ethan turned her in his arms and just held her tight. Alice was surprised by the display of care and affection, but she still snuggled happily into his muscular chest, enjoying the warmth and strength of his body, and the mixed scent of washing powder and his body spray. The hard lump she could feel in the front of his trousers was flattering too.

  Seconds later, another warm body pressed in close behind her and a voice murmured into her ear. ‘You did brilliantly, my darling. We’re both very proud and pleased. Now I must go and wash up, but I’ll leave you in Ethan’s capable hands for a while until it’s time to open the house.’ Jeremy pressed a kiss to her cheek – the only portion of skin on her face that was exposed between her hair and Ethan’s bulk. ‘Well done. I’ll see you later.’

  She heard Jeremy’s retreating footsteps and stayed exactly where she was. It was a lovely place to be, after all. Perhaps not quite as nice as being snuggled up – preferably naked – in bed with him, but still pretty damn fabulous. She let out a happy sigh. Ethan reached up and tugged her hair gently until her face was turned up to his.

  ‘OK?’ he said, softly.

  ‘OK.’ She nodded.

  ‘Good,’ he replied, twisting so they were no longer hugging, but he still had an arm behind her back for support. ‘I’ll take you back upstairs so you can get cleaned up, OK?’

  Alice looked at her watch. She had a little over half an hour to compose herself. It would be no easy feat, considering the fact her arse was on fire, and her lips felt so swollen it probably looked as if someone had punched her in the mouth.

  ‘Come on.’

  Alice leant on Ethan more than she strictly needed to, finding comfort in having him so close. She found herself wondering if he was still hard, and what he’d do about it. Would he leave when he’d taken her to her room and go and masturbate? Or would he put up with the frustration until this evening? If it was the latter, she had no idea how he’d have the willpower. Her pussy and clit were still aching for attention, and the moment she was alone she intended to rub herself to a hasty climax before cleaning herself up ready for work.