Stately Pleasures

by Lucy Felthouse

  Four hands worked in unison. They explored her breasts, nipples, and tummy, and toyed with her clit. The vast majority of her erogenous zones were being taken care of at once, and the sensory excess sent her into a kind of trance. She let herself be carried away on the waves of decadent bliss as she offered and received erotic pleasure. She felt like some kind of fucking machine – sucking, being fucked, stroked, caressed, pinched. The room filled with moans and groans which grew steadily more animalistic as the three of them worked their way toward climax. The scent of fresh masculine sweat tickled Alice’s nostrils and added another layer of arousal to her already overloaded body. After one more stroke of her clit – from whom, she had no idea – she was done.

  Twisting her head to pull away from Ethan’s cock, she screamed her ecstasy, holding nothing back. She couldn’t move because of her bonds and the two men on top of her, so she yelled again as the pleasure centred in her pussy exploded out, sending ripples of orgasmic bliss through her body. The spasms of her cunt gripped Jeremy’s cock tightly, and she heard him muttering expletives as she triggered his orgasm. Anticipating the feel of his twitching shaft inside her as he came, Alice was surprised when, instead, he pulled out and emptied his balls over her stomach. Ethan knelt up, grabbed his cock and stroked himself to completion, his spunk mixing with his friend’s on her pale skin.

  Soon the swearing, the talking to God and soft moaning tailed off, and Alice listened to Ethan and Jeremy’s breathing slow down and return to normal. She wanted nothing more than to curl up with the two men, the meaty filling in a very sexy sandwich, but until they released her she couldn’t do a damn thing. So she allowed herself to drift off into a little doze until they recovered enough and saw fit to untie her.

  The next thing she was aware of was being lifted gently from the table. She opened her eyes and saw that she was cradled in Ethan’s arms. He followed Jeremy – both of them still naked – from the room and back to their living quarters where he sat on her bed, still holding her, while his friend ran a bath. She could hear the water gushing, and soon the scent of her favourite bubbles reached her. She smiled and snuggled into Ethan’s chest. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

  ‘You all right?’ he whispered.

  Alice nodded lazily. She was more than all right – she was in heaven. She’d just had the most intense climax of her life, and now one incredibly sexy man was looking after her while another ran her a bath. What was not to like?

  A few minutes later, Ethan disturbed her from her doze again. He carried her to the bathroom, then leant down and gently put her in the tub.

  ‘Hey,’ Jeremy said, from his position on the floor beside the bath, ‘are you going to wake up, or should one of us stay with you? We don’t want you falling asleep and drowning in there!’

  A shrug was the only response she could muster. Sinking into the bubbles, she rested her head on the bath pillow stuck to the surface behind her and drifted off again as hands dipped into the water to wash the sweat, saliva, and spunk from her skin.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Alice walked along the corridor to Jeremy’s office. The house had been closed to the public for hours, and she’d showered and changed, then headed to the kitchen to see what the plan was for dinner. It was Ethan’s night to cook. But neither of the men was there. She waited a while, then went and knocked on both their bedroom doors in turn. There was no answer, so she figured they were still working. She’d go and offer to cook tonight, since they were so busy. And she was hungry.

  When she got close to Jeremy’s office door, she got a strange feeling of déjà vu from when she’d inadvertently caught him having sex with that woman in his office. She never had found out who it was, and she stuffed that question into her memory bank to return to at a later date. When he was in a talkative mood, perhaps after a couple of glasses of wine, she’d ask him. Purely out of curiosity, of course; not because it was any of her business who he slept with. Though as far as she knew, the only person he was having sex with at the moment was her. She doubted he had time for anything else between running the Manor, crossing things off his kinky list and the three of them spending time together. He did go out to meetings a fair bit, though. Perhaps he was …

  Her thought process was interrupted as she caught a snatch of the conversation Jeremy and Ethan were having. She leant closer to the door and listened carefully, praying that the ancient floorboards beneath her feet wouldn’t creak and give her away.

  ‘We have to tell her,’ Ethan was saying. ‘Because otherwise it’s going to be too late.’

  There was a loud sigh, presumably from Jeremy. ‘I hear what you’re saying, buddy. Really I do. But I don’t think we should. The poor girl would probably run a mile. And we don’t want that, now do we?’

  ‘Of course not. That’s the last thing I want, which is why I want us to tell her. She’s a smart woman, remember; she’s probably figured it out already. But the sooner we spell it out for sure, the sooner she’ll be able to start getting her head around it. I’m not denying that it might come as a surprise to her, but I reckon she can handle it.’

  Jeremy sighed again. ‘Just give me a while to think about it, OK? Figure out how best to do it, and when.’

  Alice didn’t hear Ethan reply, so she assumed he’d nodded or something similar. She heard the dragging of chairs across the wooden floor and realised she’d better announce her presence quickly, or it would be the second time she’d been caught loitering outside Jeremy’s office. The difference was the first time had been a mistake, a misunderstanding; this time she’d been eavesdropping on purpose. In her defence, they were talking about her. How many people would be able to resist listening in on a conversation about themselves? She definitely couldn’t.

  She knocked and entered the room. ‘Oh,’ she said, acting surprised to see them out of their seats and heading towards the door. ‘You’re leaving now. I just came to see what was happening about dinner. I figured you were both busy so I was going to offer to cook.’

  Ethan slipped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a soft kiss to her hair. ‘That would be lovely, thank you. But you’re not doing an extra shift. We’ll swap, and I’ll cook tomorrow instead. And to make it up to you, you can choose anything you want, and I’ll make it. Even a dessert, if you like.’

  ‘It’s not a problem,’ she said, glad neither of the men could see her face, which was reddening rapidly as a result of Ethan’s amorous attentions, ‘honestly. I don’t mind.’

  ‘No,’ Jeremy said, as they left the room and he closed and locked the door behind them, ‘Ethan’s right. We lost track of time, and we should have let you know where we were. It’s not fair to expect you to cook two nights in a row. We had an agreement, and we’ll stick to it.’

  ‘OK.’ She shrugged. ‘You two go get showered or whatever, and I’ll put something together.’

  Jeremy reached out and gave her hand a squeeze. ‘Thank you, Alice. You really do look after us, don’t you?’

  At a loss for words, Alice blushed harder but said nothing, and the three of them made their way back to their living quarters in a companionable silence. They separated; the boys to their bedrooms, and Alice to the kitchen. She hummed contentedly as she prepared their dinner. To all intents and purposes, she looked like a very happy woman who was enjoying herself as she cooked a meal. But in actual fact, her mind was a maelstrom of unwelcome thoughts.

  Recalling the conversation she’d overheard from outside Jeremy’s office, she couldn’t help but wonder what they’d been talking about. There was no doubt in her mind that she was the person they had been discussing, but she had no idea what they actually meant. According to Jeremy, it was something that would worry or scare her. And for the life of her, she couldn’t think of what it could be. The only thing she could come up with was that they’d changed their mind about their agreement, endangering her job prospects, not to mention her heart. But she couldn’t see that happening, not at this late stage. The t
asks they’d set for her were proving incredibly fun and pleasurable for all concerned. They wouldn’t call time on that. Plus they were acting the same as they always did towards her. Surely they’d seem different if they were cooling off towards her?

  Unless … Alice’s heart gave a little leap. Perhaps they’d come up with another challenge to add to the list. Something so extreme, so terrible, they thought she would run a mile when she heard about it. Well, she’d show them. There was nothing they could do or say to stop her checking off every single item on that damn list. Nothing.

  Their evening passed pleasantly; Jeremy and Ethan came back from their respective rooms showered and ready to eat. Their damp hair and fresh scent wasn’t wasted on Alice; she drank in the sight and smell of the two of them and smiled when her body responded favourably. Her pussy throbbed, and her nipples tingled and pressed against the soft fabric of her bra. Damn, the boys were fully clothed and not doing anything remotely sexy – except existing, of course – and she was super horny. There was only one thing for it; she’d have to disappear to her room as soon as she could and masturbate.

  She ate her dinner quickly, though not so fast she’d get indigestion. That wouldn’t do her libido any good, would it? Then she took her plate, empty glass, and cutlery to the side and loaded them into the dishwasher.

  ‘Hey,’ Jeremy said, after swallowing a mouthful of food. ‘Leave that. I’ll sort it out. You go and chill.’

  ‘OK,’ she said, smiling. ‘Well, I’m actually going to head to bed, guys. So I’ll see you in the morning.’

  She saw Ethan glance at his watch and give a little frown. Then he recovered himself and grinned at her. ‘Good night, Alice. See you tomorrow.’

  Jeremy echoed Ethan’s words. With a wave to both of them, she retreated back to her room. Once there, she locked the door behind her and stripped her clothes off, leaving a trail of garments between the door and the bed.

  Slipping beneath the duvet, Alice enjoyed the feel of the cool sheets against her skin. She didn’t usually sleep naked, but for some reason, tonight she wanted to. After she’d given herself an orgasm, that was. A Jeremy and Ethan-induced orgasm. The only question was, should she use her hands or her vibrator?

  After a few seconds’ deliberation, Alice decided on her vibrator. That way, if she was really lucky she could have more than one climax, to help get those naughty thoughts out of her head, and purge the hot, aroused sensations from her body. Damn it, what were those men doing to her? They really had turned her into some kind of nymphomaniac.

  Alice cursed herself. Here she was, lying in bed about to pleasure herself, yet there were two seriously sexy and very willing men just down the corridor. Why on earth hadn’t she asked one of them to come to bed with her? Actually, she knew the answer to that question. It was because she couldn’t possibly choose between them. And, if she was honest, she enjoyed having the two of them to play with at once. But she just couldn’t summon up the courage to ask both of them to come to bed with her. It wasn’t just the fear of rejection, she realised. It was the intimacy of the situation. The three of them had done some very physically intimate things over the past few months, but they’d never actually slept together in the traditional sense. Somehow, that just seemed like it would take the situation to a whole other level. An emotional one.

  And as much as she liked that idea, she didn’t think Jeremy and Ethan would. Men were capable of separating sex from emotion in a way many women couldn’t. They were fond of her, she knew that. But whether it was because she wasn’t programmed to just have sex, or some other reason, she’d developed feelings for the two men that went beyond fondness, beyond lust. And when the time came when she’d have to move on from Davenport Manor, she knew she’d be devastated. And not just because she loved the place.

  Heaving a deep sigh, Alice rolled over to grab a book from her bedside table, instead of her vibrator. Her depressing thoughts had killed her horniness. But when she caught sight of the sexy shirtless guy on the front of the romance novel, she changed her mind. Fuck it; she’d spent enough time admiring Jeremy and Ethan’s naked forms, not to mention enjoying what they did to her. She could conjure up some wank fodder now, and shove those unwanted thoughts to the very back of her mind.

  Retrieving her Rabbit vibe, she pulled her arms under the covers and slipped her free hand between her legs. It seemed she wouldn’t be requiring any lube. Despite the fact her mind had taken a dark path for a little while, her body clearly hadn’t caught up. Thank God for that. She inched the vibrator inside herself, positioned the ears where she wanted them, and switched the toy on. Immediately, low waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She closed her eyes and let her imagination go to work.

  In her mind’s eye, Jeremy and Ethan were lying in a large bed with a space between them that was enough to fit a third person. Her. They beckoned her to join them, and naturally, she did. Crawling up the length of the bed, she moved into the gap they’d left for her, and paused. The only problem with having two men to choose from was being spoilt for choice. She couldn’t kiss them both at once; she only had one mouth. That thought gave her an idea. Encouraging them to scoot closer together, she reached out and grabbed a thick cock in each hand, then kissed them in turn. It was tough to concentrate on stroking both of them as well as kissing, but she managed it. And the guttural sounds coming from their throats made it all worth it. Not to mention the ache of her clit, and the juices coating the insides of her thighs. Pleasure wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the way she felt. Bliss, perhaps. Or heaven. Yes, heaven.

  Back in the real world, her clit was past aching and was rocketing her towards climax. Notching up the sex factor in her imagination, she pushed a button on her Rabbit to make the vibrations faster. She gasped at the sensation, then tangled her free hand into the sheets as the unparalleled sensations of orgasm began to take over her body. Her abdomen tightened and she held her breath as the delicious pressure built. Then, with a rather graphic image of herself, Jeremy, and Ethan in her mind, and a flick of her wrist, she came. The sensation of a dam bursting flooded through her and her pussy spasmed wildly around the shaft of the toy inside her.

  A moan escaped her throat, then she sucked in a hasty breath as another wave of contractions overtook her. Her clit suddenly became too sensitive and she switched off the vibrator and pulled it out of her cunt, before dropping it to the mattress beside her. As she rode out her orgasm, her stiff limbs relaxed, and she felt as though she was sinking into the bed; melting, boneless. Her eyelids grew heavy, and in spite of the relatively early hour, she knew she’d be asleep in seconds.

  A knock at the door startled her from her almost-sleep, and caused her heart to lurch painfully. She clasped her hand to her naked chest and responded. ‘Yes?’ she called.

  ‘Alice? It’s me, Ethan. I just came to check that you’re all right. You went to bed really early. You’re not feeling poorly, are you? Do you need anything?’

  She grinned. What a sweetie. ‘I’m fine, thank you, Ethan. I’m just knackered for some reason. But I don’t feel ill. Thank you for checking, though.’

  ‘OK,’ he said, the tone of his voice sounding a little disbelieving. ‘But you know where we are if you need us. Good night. Sweet dreams.’

  She didn’t doubt she’d have sweet dreams after that little fantasy and the resulting orgasm. ‘You too, Ethan. Good night.’

  She heard his heavy footsteps retreating down the corridor, then the faint sound of a door being closed. Sighing happily, she rolled over and shoved her vibe back into the cupboard – making a mental note to clean it first thing in the morning – then sank into the pillows. She was delighted and flattered that Ethan had cared enough to come and see if she was OK, but at the same time she couldn’t help but think it was bad news too. Without meaning to, she was getting in deeper every day, and her heart was in serious danger of being broken.

  When she fell into a fitful sleep she had no dreams at all, much less erotic ones.


  Chapter Fourteen

  Jeremy sat on one of the stairs leading to what had once been the servants’ quarters.

  ‘Bend over,’ he said with a smile, ‘and put your hands on my knees.’

  Alice did as she was told, instinctively looking down, which of course brought her gaze level with his crotch. Already she could see he was excited at the prospect of what was going to happen. She was too, actually. The games she’d played with Jeremy and Ethan over the past months had opened her mind to many different sexual pleasures, and she’d discovered that receiving pain was one of them. She didn’t crave it, like some more devout submissive masochists, but she enjoyed the sweet pain that was inflicted on her. It helped, of course, that the men knew this and would only go so far with their sadistic torture.

  As soon as she was in the correct position, Ethan’s hands flipped up her skirt. There was a murmur of appreciation as he took in the sight of her naked arse and pussy. His fingers caressed her hold-up stocking tops for a few seconds, then moved up to the bare skin above them. He stroked and squeezed at the pale flesh of her thighs before journeying higher still. Quickly he discovered she too was getting aroused. A chuckle, then, ‘Wet already, Alice? You are a horny bitch, aren’t you?’ He coupled his words with a light slap on her bum, which made her yelp.

  Jeremy grasped her forearms and steadied her. She smiled gratefully, although he couldn’t see her face, then retorted, ‘Well, it’s only because you two have made me this way. I never used to be bothered about sex.’

  She imagined the two of them exchanging looks over her head. Jeremy’s body shifted slightly, as though he’d nodded at his friend, then Ethan spoke again. ‘We’ll take that as a huge compliment indeed. I suppose if you’ve only ever had mediocre sex up until now, then there was no real reason for you to miss it when you weren’t getting it. And unless you’re the queen of faking it, you’ve enjoyed every single sexual encounter – task or otherwise – with Jeremy and me. So, yes, you’re absolutely right. We have made you this way. We’ve made a monster … a sex monster!’