Stately Pleasures

by Lucy Felthouse

  ‘In the past, meetings have always been held in Jeremy’s office, haven’t they? But the number of people attending this time makes that impractical, so I’m setting up some temporary tables and chairs in the ballroom. We can’t have a meeting in the library or parlour, using the incredibly valuable furniture, now can we?’

  ‘No,’ Ethan said, grinning, ‘I suppose not. But can you hang on a few minutes? Let me just go and check everything’s OK in my office, the CCTV cameras and stuff, then I’ll come and help you. You’re not moving all those tables and chairs around by yourself.’

  It was at this point that Jeremy’s spoon clanged down into his bowl, startling the other two. He looked at Alice. ‘Shit. I’m so sorry. I never thought about having to use a different room, or setting anything up. And I’ve already promised to do a run to the train station to pick up our attendees, or I’d help too.’

  Alice smiled softly. ‘I know you would, Jeremy. But it’s not a problem. I won’t say no to Ethan’s help, but I could manage on my own, if I had to. I’m not made of glass, I won’t break. Now, you two do what you have to do, and I’ll make a start.’

  She turned and left before either of the men got a chance to protest, then grinned widely once she was out of sight in the corridor. She couldn’t help it – the two of them were just so sweet to her and looked after her really well, sometimes to the point of being over the top. Like today, she could manage perfectly well by herself, but she was happy to let Ethan help and save her some of the graft. Plus, it would be a nice opportunity to watch those delicious muscles of his get a workout. He was lucky she wasn’t a total bitch, because if she was, she’d just stand there and order him around while admiring his body, rather than getting stuck in herself.

  It seemed Ethan really was eager to help out, as he got to the ballroom only a couple of minutes after she did. ‘So, where do you want me?’

  Several possible responses went through her mind, and every single one of them was sexual, involving him being in a state of undress. Instead, she gave him a wicked grin and said nothing.

  ‘You naughty girl.’ He crossed the room towards her. ‘But I suppose had the roles been reversed, I’d have had a similar response.’

  ‘Can you blame me?’ Alice said. ‘Especially since it’s been a while since we last … you know.’

  Ethan gave a little growl. ‘And don’t I know it? Things have been crazy, haven’t they?’ He glanced at his watch. ‘You know, we could probably make up for it a little bit now, before the place opens.’

  She raised her eyebrows. ‘Are you serious? Here? Now?’

  Ethan moved closer to her, then pulled her into his arms. She could feel his cock beginning to stir in his trousers. ‘I can’t think of anything better, can you?’

  Without giving her a chance to reply, he leant down, slanting his mouth over hers. She responded, wrapping her arms around him and opening her mouth to allow his tongue entrance. As always, she thoroughly enjoyed kissing him. He was damn good at it, with his wicked lips, versatile tongue, and plenty of knowledge of what to do with them. The large, strong hands that were currently inching up her dress went a long way in ramping up her arousal too.

  She shifted her own hands down to grab his arse, pulling him more tightly to her. The insistent press of his now fully erect cock against her stomach made her hungry for it. For him. Pulling away from their kiss, she sucked in a hasty breath. ‘H-how long have we got?’

  Grabbing her wrist and pushing her hand onto the bulge of his crotch, he replied, ‘Long enough.’ A deep groan escaped his throat as her hand squeezed and stroked his cock through his clothes. Without an iota of warning, he took her hand and led her to a stack of chairs at the edge of the room, manoeuvred her so she was facing them, and flipped her dress up. As she’d been commanded all those weeks ago, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. So, in the absence of anything to tuck her dress into, Ethan had to let it drop again while he undid his belt and fly and took out his cock.

  Slipping a hand back under her dress, Ethan sought her pussy. ‘Can you take me now?’ he murmured, his breath against her ear. She knew what he meant; he was asking if she was wet enough because he didn’t want to hurt her. The very words turned her on even more and the unmistakable sensation of her cream trickling out of her pussy had her nodding frantically.

  He put a hand on her upper back, encouraging her to bend and lean her hands on the stack of chairs. Once she was in position, he held the hem of her dress in one hand and angled his shaft with the other until it was butting up against her pussy. There was a brief pause, then he shunted his hips forward until he was buried inside her to the hilt. She was very wet, but there was still a resistance, a tightness, that made them both gasp. Remembering the only other person in the building was the cook, who’d be busy working to loud music in his kitchen right at the other end of the house, Alice groaned loudly, a sound that was echoed by Ethan.

  A couple of seconds passed, then he asked, ‘OK?’

  Again, Alice knew what he was getting at, and she nodded yes. Yes, she was ready; yes, she wanted him to fuck her. Hard.

  She hadn’t said the words out loud, but Ethan was clearly in a similar kind of mood because he gripped her hips and began to pound into her, ferociously and fast. The position they were in meant that his cock stimulated her G-spot with every thrust. Sticking her hand between her legs, Alice rubbed her clit as Ethan fucked her. At the rate they were going, she suspected that before long it would all be over. But she didn’t mind; there’d be plenty more fucks where this one came from. He and Jeremy were more than generous when it came to giving her orgasms in between tasks. It was just the past couple of weeks that had been dismally sex-free.

  In fact, she realised, they’d probably now had non-task-related sex with her more than they had during challenges. Granted, there’d been a bit of a dry spell just lately, due to their combined workloads, but that was clearly over, in spectacular fashion.

  The unbeatable sensation in her abdomen that signalled the onset of her orgasm pulled her from her thoughts. She was now fully back in the room with Ethan, just in time to hear him grunt, ‘Unh – Alice, I’m going to … Unnnh!’

  She sped up the ministrations on her clit until her hand hurt. But it was worth it. She was dragged rapidly up and across the pleasure plateau and sent hurtling down the other side with the most perfect timing. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed along with Ethan’s spurting cock, and their yells and curses filled the ballroom until Alice was sure that even the faraway cook would be able to hear them.

  ‘Fuck!’ Ethan said, slumping over her, bracing his hands against the chair so he didn’t squash her. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck where her hair had parted to reveal the pale skin. ‘That was … amazing. Not to mention unexpected. Surprise sex is awesome!’

  Alice giggled. ‘I couldn’t agree more. I must confess I was getting a bit antsy. Masturbating just isn’t the same.’

  ‘No,’ he said, his voice suddenly serious. ‘It isn’t. Let’s not leave it so long next time, eh?’

  ‘OK.’ She smiled as she said the word, but it soon dropped from her face when she thought about the future, and the fact that she wouldn’t be at Davenport Manor with two hot guys on call for frequent, top notch, and sometimes kinky sex, for ever. Ethan couldn’t see her face because of the positions they were in, of course, so he had no idea her thoughts had taken a turn for the maudlin.

  By the time they’d disentangled and rearranged their clothes, she was beaming. Putting a brave face on it. She stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. ‘OK, that was fantastic, but I guess we’ve got to work now. I’m going to pop to the loo and clean up, and if you could start arranging the tables and chairs, that would be great. I won’t be long.’

  She wasn’t either. Re-entering the ballroom, she saw that Ethan had his back to her, so she spent a few seconds doing what she’d fantasised about earlier – watching him work his sexy body as he hefted the tables and chairs a
round. Before long, he turned and caught her staring.

  ‘Hey,’ he said, with a good-natured grin. ‘Are you helping, or are you just going to watch me work?’

  ‘As much as I would love to do the latter, we’re getting short of time, so I guess I’ll have to help out.’

  A little while later, the two of them had everything set up and ready for the meeting. Ethan had gone to open up the house to the staff, and then Alice had briefed them in the ballroom so she could continue to distribute notes around the table as she talked. The room was closed to the public for the duration of the meeting so they wouldn’t be disturbed.

  Soon, Jeremy arrived with the guests. After Alice had made sure everyone had drinks and refreshments, the meeting began. Alice was running it, and as she threw the first point on her list out for discussion, she happened to catch Jeremy’s eye. He and Ethan were sitting next to one another, and it was clear they’d been discussing something that wasn’t work-related. The smirk on both their faces gave her the impression she was the topic. More specifically, she suspected, what she and Ethan had been up to earlier. Perhaps Ethan had scribbled a note to his friend, or something. God, it was just like being at school – attempting to misbehave without being caught.

  Alice came to the conclusion that she could play their silly games too. Luckily, her first talking point had opened up many channels of discussion among the group, and someone else was taking minutes so she didn’t have to give the conversations 100 per cent of her attention. She picked up her pen and adopted a thoughtful expression before slipping the tip between her lips. An innocent onlooker would think she was merely thinking and chewing on her pen as she did so. But of course, Jeremy and Ethan were pretty damn far from innocent and picked up on her teasing right away.

  Mimicking a very, very slow and subtle blowjob, Alice looked around the table to make sure no one else was paying any attention to her. They weren’t. Her gaze flicked back to the two men, who were shifting uncomfortably in their chairs and watching her intently. Jeremy slipped his hand beneath the table and rearranged his crotch. Alice pulled the pen from her mouth and grinned at him widely. Ethan didn’t look much better off. She repeated her sexy ploy a few more times throughout the duration of the meeting, still managing to get involved in several discussions. Alice was multi-tasking to the extreme – teasing the men while running a successful meeting about the Manor, events and fundraising.

  It was much later when the men cornered her to tell her off. Jeremy had taken their visitors back to the train station, and the other staff members who had been present helped her and Ethan to put the ballroom back to rights. As a result, she hadn’t been alone with either of them. But as soon as she walked into the living quarters, they pounced on her – verbally.

  ‘You,’ Jeremy said, totally deadpan, ‘are a very, very bad girl.’

  Alice shrugged. ‘Just getting my own back, that’s all. You two were clearly trying to wind me up with your grinning and the looks you were giving me, so I thought I’d turn the tables. You’re just pissed off because you couldn’t stand up for a while.’

  Ethan smirked. ‘Well, I won’t disagree with that. I’m just glad we had the tables to hide behind. Or underneath, should I say.’

  ‘Me too,’ Jeremy said. ‘We’d have looked terribly unprofessional if any of the guests or other staff had seen us sitting there with erections.’ He fixed Alice with a steely glare. ‘You, my darling, are going to be punished for this misdemeanour. And you might not like it.’

  He and Ethan exchanged grave looks, then turned back to Alice. She stifled a gulp. What on earth did they have in mind for her now?

  Chapter Sixteen

  It wasn’t long before she found out what they had in store. The very next day, in fact.

  Jeremy and Ethan had acted strictly professionally with her throughout the morning and afternoon. She’d have thought they’d forgotten all about their threat if it hadn’t been for the knowing glances she caught them giving each other.

  She could hardly wait for the house to close, just so she could find out what was going on. Good or bad, she just wanted to know. But it turned out they had no intention of telling her. They were going to show her.

  ‘Follow me, Alice,’ Jeremy said curtly, after all of the visitors and staff were out of the building.

  She did as she was told, hyper-aware of the fact that Ethan was close behind her. They moved through the big old house in silence and Alice racked her brain, trying to work out where they were going. Jeremy hadn’t said whether this was a task or not. Maybe not, as whatever was going to happen was a result of her “misbehaviour” the previous day. But equally they could have adapted one of the remaining items on the list to make it into more of a punishment.

  Her wonderings didn’t get her anywhere, not until they arrived in front of the door that led to the chapel. Then her brain went into overdrive. Surely not? She wasn’t at all religious, but using a holy space for their more nefarious activities seemed wrong, somehow. Not a task, then. She’d have remembered the chapel being on the list.

  Jeremy opened the door and indicated she should go in ahead of him. She walked into the quiet room a few steps before she realised there were no footsteps echoing hers. Spinning around, she saw that Jeremy and Ethan were still standing in the open doorway, watching her interestedly. Alice gave them a querying look, and was answered by a few seconds of complete silence. Nobody moved, or spoke.

  ‘Go and stand in front of the altar, Alice.’ Jeremy’s expression was unreadable, a fact not helped by the gloom in the chapel. The old-fashioned wall-mounted lights weren’t very bright.

  Following Jeremy’s order, Alice walked up the aisle and onto the raised stone platform the altar stood upon. She looked over her shoulder, back towards the door, to await her next command.

  ‘Take off your clothes.’ Ethan spoke this time, and despite the lack of light, Alice could see the gleam in his eye. She wanted to balk, to shake her head, to refuse. But it was pointless and she knew it. They wouldn’t force her, but if she didn’t do as they asked, the resultant punishment would be even worse than the one they planned to mete out now.

  Glad the room was reasonably warm – thankfully, Jeremy wasn’t stingy when it came to heating the house – Alice started to remove her clothes. She made no attempt to be sexy or alluring as they hadn’t specified that, so in a few seconds she was completely naked, with her rounded bottom and the back of her shapely thighs on display to both men.

  She was gratified to hear sharp intakes of breath from behind her. It helped her claw back a little bit of the power that they’d taken from her when they’d made her take off her clothes in front of an altar.

  It didn’t last long. That control was stripped away from her once more when Jeremy’s next words reached her ears. ‘Now kneel down and ask for your sins to be forgiven.’

  She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep any words of protest emerging, and got to her knees as carefully as possible. Dropping down was only for rooms with nice, thick carpeting – not cold, unforgiving stone. And cold it was. Seriously fucking cold. Suddenly, Alice’s previous thought that the room was bearably warm was obliterated from her brain as the chilly stone beneath her knees sucked all the heat from her body, leaving her with uncomfortably erect nipples and skin covered in gooseflesh so tight it almost hurt.

  She couldn’t suppress the shiver that raced through her. A spark of anger ignited. What the hell were Jeremy and Ethan thinking? Other than the fact she was naked, there was nothing at all erotic about this situation, this game they were playing. She’d be more likely to catch a cold than make anybody come. A series of admonishments crowded her brain, and she was desperate to let them out, to tell the men exactly what she thought of this idiocy. But something made her hang on just a little longer, to see what would happen next.

  Her patience was rewarded. She heard the shuffle of clothing, then footsteps moving towards her. Two sets, if she wasn’t mistaken. Jeremy and Ethan came to st
and on either side of her, and the best part was that they were topless. A flicker of warmth fought the freeze that was permeating to Alice’s bones. It grew considerably when they took an arm each, lifted her, placed their shirts beneath her knees, then lowered her back down. She could still feel the chill from the floor, but it was no longer biting, painful, unbearable.

  Tilting her head to look at each of them in turn, she gave a grateful smile and waited to see what would happen next.

  ‘Have you repented for your sins, Alice?’ Jeremy said, looking at her sternly.

  She nodded rapidly, thinking fast as she knew what his next question would be.

  ‘And what do you have to say?’

  ‘That I’m very sorry, sir. Sorry for teasing you and Ethan … Mr Hayes, yesterday in the ballroom. I shouldn’t have done it, and I apologise.’

  ‘Very good,’ Jeremy replied. ‘Now we’ll give you your punishment and we’ll forgive and forget, yes? And you mustn’t touch yourself at all as we do it.’

  Punishment? Fuck, wasn’t being made to kneel in front of an altar in the buff enough of a reprimand?

  ‘Alice?’ Jeremy prompted.

  Clearly not. She nodded, less enthusiastically this time, and prepared herself for what would happen next. Whatever that was.

  Jeremy and Ethan glanced at one another. Jeremy gave a single nod, and in unison, the two of them undid their trousers and pulled out their cocks. They were both hard, clearly much more turned on by the situation than she was. However, Alice’s libido soon picked up at the mouth-watering sight in front of her eyes. She had to resist the temptation to reach out and take their pricks into her hands and, in turn, her mouth. It was likely what she’d be expected to do, anyway, but she knew the rules – she had to wait until she was told.

  Their next move took her completely by surprise. Instead of doing what she’d suspected they would, they grasped their own shafts. Large hands circled the engorged flesh and began to pump. Ethan even used his free hand to palm his balls. Alice turned her head from left to right and back again as she watched them masturbate. And then it hit her; their intent became clear.