Stately Pleasures

by Lucy Felthouse

  Jeremy moved across the room and put her plate in front of her, then did the same for Ethan, and finally, himself. He sat down. Alice flashed him a grateful smile. ‘Thank you. Both of you. It looks, and smells, absolutely delicious.’

  ‘You’re welcome,’ they said in unison.

  Jeremy picked up his glass of champagne and raised it high. ‘To Alice. Happy birthday, sweetheart.’

  Alice and Ethan picked up their glasses, and the three of them chinked them together. They all voiced the obligatory “cheers”, then Jeremy said, ‘OK, now dig in before it goes cold. Enjoy!’

  They all fell silent, except for the soft clinking and scraping of cutlery against their plates, chewing and swallowing sounds, and noises of utter gastronomic delight. They shared glances and smiles as they ate, but nobody spoke until all three were finished. Then it was Jeremy that broke the silence.

  ‘Well, I guess by your empty plates that the food was good?’ He looked over at Alice, who nodded profusely and rubbed her tummy. ‘I hope you’re not too full, Alice. There’s dessert yet. Think you can manage some? Ethan?’

  ‘I’d love some,’ Alice said. ‘But can we just have five minutes, first? I told Ethan I’d tell you two all about my day.’

  ‘Of course,’ Jeremy replied. ‘Come on, dish the dirt. I take it you enjoyed yourself?’

  With that, Alice launched into her story, telling them about everything from her limousine journey to her treatments, her downtime, and the ride home. She conveniently didn’t mention her giggling fit.

  When she was done, the two men commented on how happy they were that she’d had a good time. Then Jeremy spoke. ‘Ready for dessert now?’

  The others voiced their assent, and Jeremy piled up their plates and took them away. Alice and Ethan took sips from their champagne, then their gazes met. He smirked, and she wondered if he was thinking what she was thinking – that they’d be able to go to bed when they’d finished dessert. And not to sleep.

  She didn’t get chance to make a cheeky comment because Jeremy was back, and this time he appeared to be carrying something with … candles. Birthday candles. She let out an excited squeak as she realised it was a cheesecake – her favourite – which had not nearly enough candles for her age pushed into its surface. She watched, wide-eyed, as Jeremy placed it down on the table between the three of them, then turned to her with a triumphant smile.

  ‘You like?’

  ‘Do I like? What do you think? You know I love cheesecake. Is it –?’

  ‘– vanilla? It sure is. Your favourite. And it’s even homemade.’

  Alice looked at the dessert, noticing that it wasn’t quite picture-perfect, and realised he was telling the truth. ‘Wow, you two have been busy today. Have you done any work at all?’

  ‘Not really,’ Jeremy said. ‘But that’s just one of the perks of being the boss, isn’t it?’

  ‘I guess so,’ she replied. ‘Well, I’m very glad you both bunked off for this – all of it, I mean, not just the cheesecake.’

  ‘You’d better blow out the candles, Alice, before they drip onto it,’ Ethan said. ‘We promise we won’t sing.’

  ‘I’m glad to hear it.’ She laughed, then bent and blew out all the candles in one go – not such a tough task, given there were only nine. ‘Why nine?’ she couldn’t help asking. ‘Is that how many were left in the packet?’

  ‘No,’ Jeremy said sternly. ‘It’s how many months you’ve been at Davenport Manor. Well, nearly.’

  ‘Oh.’ She had no idea how to respond to that, so she just smiled and began to gently ease the candles out from their sticky prison. Then she grabbed her knife and looked at each man in turn. ‘Three ways, yes?’

  ‘Sounds like a good plan to me,’ Ethan said. ‘I can’t wait to taste it. It’s the first cheesecake I’ve ever made – or ever assisted with making, anyway.’ He’d corrected himself when Jeremy gave him a pointed look.

  The room grew quiet again as the three of them tucked into their dessert. Despite thinking she was full after her dinner, Alice still managed to polish off the large slice of delicious cheesecake without feeling stuffed. Besides, she’d be working off some of those calories soon enough.

  Ethan saw her grin. ‘What are you smiling at?’

  ‘Oh nothing,’ she said, unwilling to let them know just what a sex addict they’d turned her into. ‘Just happy, that’s all.’

  ‘I’m very glad to hear that,’ he replied. ‘Now, we have just one more present for you.’

  Of course. She’d almost forgotten. Grinning, she glanced from Jeremy to Ethan and back again. They kept her waiting for a few seconds, until her raised eyebrows disappeared almost into her hairline. Then, finally, Jeremy spoke. ‘It’s not a physical gift, Alice. At least, not in the usual way, anyway.’

  ‘Oh?’ she couldn’t help saying, wishing he’d spit it out. The suspense was driving her crazy.

  ‘Well,’ he said, twisting his fingers together. He looked almost nervous. Then he looked up and fixed her with an intense stare that made her want to fidget in her seat. What the hell was he going to say? ‘Ethan and I talked, and because we’ve really tested you this last few months, we’ve decided that it’s time for you to get your own back.’

  ‘G-get my own back?’ Alice couldn’t quite figure out his meaning. Unless … She snapped her head from side to side, looking at each of them in turn.

  ‘Yes,’ Ethan said decisively. ‘Now it’s time for you to give us a task. We’ll do whatever you want. Within reason.’

  ‘Yes,’ Jeremy chipped in. ‘We’ll do anything, but not with each other. We just don’t swing that way, OK?’

  Alice giggled. She hadn’t even thought of that. Hot as she knew watching them together would be, she’d really rather they were focusing on – and fucking – her. ‘OK,’ she said, nodding. ‘I like the sound of that, very much. So, how about I go to your room, Jeremy? I’m guessing that’s where the majority of the props are? You two can do some clearing up and give me a few minutes to think about what I want you to do.’

  With that, she grabbed her glass and drained it, before leaving the room as fast as she could without looking too eager.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Alice all but fell into Jeremy’s room in her eagerness to get through the door. OK, she had a few minutes to decide what task she would give the two of them. Damn, it was hard. Jeremy had had God knows how long to put together his smutty little list, and she had … not very long at all.

  She decided to check out Jeremy’s props. Maybe they would give her some inspiration. She knew from the anal sex day, as she’d come to think of it, that he had some stuff in his bedside cabinet. Even if she hadn’t seen him go in there, she’d have looked anyway. It was the obvious choice – wasn’t that what bedside cabinets were for?

  A thorough examination of the cabinet didn’t yield very exciting results, unfortunately. The condoms and bottle of lube were still there, but everything else was non-sexual paraphernalia. Bollocks.

  The next most obvious choice was under the bed. She got down on the floor and peered under the four-poster. There was a large plastic box, and Alice found herself really hoping it didn’t contain shoes, or magazines. The dirty kind of magazine would be OK, she supposed, but not really what she was looking for. She pulled at the box, surprised to find it heavier than she was expecting.

  Eventually, the box was freed from its dark hiding place and Alice yanked the lid off, eager to see what kinky delights it housed. She was not disappointed. Dipping her hands into its depths, she examined the contents and found herself incredibly surprised that the men hadn’t used any of this stuff on her before. It had been mostly household paraphernalia – but then she supposed that was the whole point. Not every home contained an old-fashioned carpet beater. And the ones that did probably used it to beat carpets, not arses.

  After poking around for a little longer, she saw something that gave her one hell of an idea. The simplest item, yet when she thought about h
ow much fun could be had using it, she made her decision.

  Just then, a knock came at the door, and Jeremy called out, ‘Are you ready for us, Alice?’

  ‘Hang on!’ She pulled her chosen article from the box and onto the floor. She closed the lid and shoved it back under the bed, and tucked her secret weapon next to it, so the men wouldn’t see it until she was ready.

  Standing, she smoothed down her almost-dry hair, then realised just how much it would get in the way, given what she had planned next. She moved over to the door and opened it a crack. ‘Could one of you go to my room and grab a hair tie for me, please? I’d like to put it up out of the way.’

  Without replying, Jeremy turned and headed down the corridor to do her bidding. Ethan continued to wait outside the door until his friend came back, bearing the goods. Alice took the tie from him, voicing her thanks, then quickly pulled and twisted her hair into a style that would keep it out of the way. ‘OK,’ she said, opening the door wider, ‘you can come in now.’

  Jeremy and Ethan entered the room. Alice watched with a smirk as she saw them looking around, clearly expecting to see something that would indicate what she had planned for their task. She closed the door loudly, making the two of them spin around to face her, their expressions puzzled.

  She gave a beatific smile. ‘As you know, I didn’t have nearly as much time to think about this as you two. But you’ll be pleased to discover that I have indeed thought of a task for the two of you. And it won’t involve you touching each other. Not much, anyway.’

  Their alarmed expressions made her want to laugh, but she managed to hold it in – just. There’d be plenty of time for that when she had them where she wanted them. ‘Don’t worry, it’s nothing like that.’

  She pressed her lips together firmly as the two men heaved a sigh of relief. She couldn’t, wouldn’t laugh now. This would be impossible to go through with it if she had the giggles. So she adopted the bossiest persona she could conjure up, and ordered, ‘Right, clothes off, the two of you. Then get on the bed, side by side. There’s plenty of room, as you well know.’

  Jeremy and Ethan exchanged a glance, before scrambling to do as she said. Alice leant on the door, arms folded, and enjoyed the show. Then, when they were in the position she’d commanded, she crossed the room and stood by the side of the bed that was nearer. The side Ethan was currently occupying. The two of them looked up at her expectantly, but she stayed firm with her slightly chilly persona and raked her gaze across their naked bodies. She was pleased – though not at all surprised – to note that although they had no idea what was going to happen next, their cocks were already stiffening. She just hoped they were full of stamina this evening.

  ‘Right,’ she said, with a clap of her hands. ‘When I first started digging through Jeremy’s toy-box, I had no idea what I should make you randy buggers do. But then I found something very interesting, which gave me the perfect plan, not to mention the perfect antidote to the challenges I’ve completed.’

  The men said nothing, so she continued. ‘So, if you’re quite ready, we’ll begin.’ She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she bent and retrieved the lengths of rope from under the bed and tossed them onto the mattress beside Ethan. Climbing up beside it, she uncoiled one length and crawled up Ethan’s body, kneeling astride his head as she secured his left wrist to the nearest bedpost. She was certainly no bondage expert, but she’d experienced enough in the last eight and a half months to give her a good idea of what to do. She checked he couldn’t escape, but also that his circulation wasn’t cut off. Satisfied, she bade Jeremy stretch his left arm out. She quickly secured his wrist to the same bedpost.

  Turning around, she tied each man’s left ankle to the bedpost, then moved to the other side and did the same in reverse. The result was the men were both spread-eagled on the bed, like slightly overlapping Xs. That was what she’d meant by touching – and although it wasn’t ideal, it was the only way she’d been able to think of to have them both bound next to one another and completely at her mercy.

  Slipping off the bed, Alice moved to the foot of the four-poster to examine her handiwork. It was very impressive indeed – especially when you factored in the now fully erect cocks that were jutting eagerly up towards their owners’ belly buttons. The two men had remained silent throughout the process of being tied up, but they’d watched her every move. They were still looking at her now, as she admired them. So she decided to give them something to really look at. She stripped, quickly but effectively, and stood naked, grinning widely as their shafts bobbed in response.

  ‘Right,’ she said, making her way back around to the side of the bed and climbing up onto the mattress once more. ‘Your task is … stay hard. I’ll do the rest.’

  Looking at the two prone male bodies in front of her, Alice hardly knew where to start. She’d made the decision to put them completely at her mercy because they’d never been that way before. For every task they’d devised for her, the focus had been on her. On touching her, pleasuring her. That wasn’t a bad thing, of course, but what she really wanted to do was lick, nibble, suck, kiss and many other things to Jeremy and Ethan while they laid back and enjoyed it. And, perhaps more pointedly, while they couldn’t touch her, they couldn’t turn the tables. She’d give to them, but she’d also take. Take exactly what she wanted.

  This time, she was in charge. And she was going to have a wonderful time.

  She shifted so she was kneeling in between them, next to their bare, muscular thighs. Their gazes were pinned to her as she reached out and grasped a warm, velvety cock in each hand. Pumping them very slowly and gently – she didn’t want them to come just yet, after all – she smirked as the two of them groaned and jerked their hips, forcing their shafts up and down in her hands.

  ‘Hey,’ she snapped, releasing them. ‘We’ll have none of that. The whole point of this is that I’m in charge, OK? So you both keep still, unless I say otherwise. Understood?’

  She usually found it difficult to be so bossy and commanding, but something about this situation was making her want to take charge. Perhaps because she really did just want to explore Jeremy and Ethan’s bodies uninterrupted. She was no dominatrix. But on this occasion, she figured she could be just dominant enough to get what she wanted. And even if she couldn’t, the boys would have to do what she said, anyway, or they’d be tied to Jeremy’s bed for quite some time.

  The two of them nodded frantically at her words, so she reached down and began to wank their cocks slowly again. She enjoyed the feeling of their flesh hardening further beneath her fingers, and hearing the men breathe heavier, and faster. She was doing that to them. Alice Brown, long-time singleton and super-shy girl, had two smoking hot men tied to a bed – willingly – and was driving them crazy. It was a struggle not to let the power go to her head. Instead, she forced herself to keep calm and do what she’d planned – tease the hell out of them, like they’d done to her countless times.

  She played with their dicks for a while longer, then removed her hands – smiling as they groaned their disappointment – and crawled up the bed. Figuring that because she’d used her left hand on Jeremy, he hadn’t had such a skilful stroke, she leant down and kissed him first. Her lips pressed against his, softly, then she slipped her tongue into his mouth and gave it everything she had. She possessed his mouth the way he had hers so many times, tangling her tongue with his; fighting, loving, enjoying. Cupping his face, she deepened the kiss, her jaw working faster, tongue moving more excitedly until she could hardly breathe. She pulled away with a gasp, and was gratified to see that Jeremy looked as lust-dazed as she felt. They stared at one another, shell-shocked, and Alice had to fight the three words that were on the tip of her tongue, threatening to be voiced. Quickly, she pressed an altogether more chaste kiss to his swollen lips before moving over to give Ethan the same treatment.

  She grinned down at him, and her heart leapt as he returned the smile and his dimples appeared. He really was the most ado
rable, giving, sexy man. But then, she thought, glancing over at his friend, so was Jeremy. Although she knew she was in love with both of them, she still found it quite hard to come to terms with the fact. She’d done some research on three way relationships and had discovered that, although they were still relatively rare, they did exist. She was most definitely not alone, and knowing that had made her feel much better. It would see her through the next fortnight, at least.

  Turning her attentions back to Ethan, she bent and kissed each of his dimples before pressing her mouth to his. He tensed beneath her, and she suspected that he was struggling not to respond to her; to wrap his arms around her, to kiss her back. He couldn’t wrap his arms around her, of course, the ropes would see to that, but he managed to resist deepening the kiss. He waited, as he’d been commanded, until she did. Pushing her fingers into his thick hair, she tugged it lightly. His lips were soft and warm against hers, and she experienced an odd combination of feelings – contentment and extreme arousal. She had two hot men at her mercy, albeit temporarily, and she was guaranteed a good time. What could be better?

  Unable to wait any longer, she pushed her tongue between Ethan’s lips and enjoyed a long, delicious and incredibly sensuous kiss. She had no doubt that his cock would be rock hard right now, and she was glad she wasn’t astride him at that moment in time, because she’d have found it very difficult not to drop down and ride him. She would, of course, at some point in the course of the evening, but not just yet. There was much more to do before that happened.

  After a while, she felt like she’d fallen into some kind of erotic trance and ended their kiss before her brain turned to mush and left her incapable of anything else.