by Alysha Ellis
“He’s not going to hurt you again. I won’t let him hurt you again.”
She held him tight as he kissed and nuzzled down her neck, pulling back the silk of her gown to find the warm, secreted flesh he sought. His skin, his flesh.
“I don’t understand… I let you hurt me. I want you to, I love it, I adore it. Why, Edward, why?”
He pulled back. “Because you trust me. And you need me.”
“And the other men? Frederick?”
“Freddie’s my friend. I gave him to you. He made you happy that time I were away.”
“Yes.”
“I like you being happy. I like it a lot.”
“Come to me tonight, Edward. Promise me you’ll come to me tonight. I need so much tonight. I need all of you. Promise me, promise me…”
He was feeding off her, pouring himself over her body. His cock strained gloriously against the warm depths of her skirts in anticipation. “I promise.”
Chapter Five
Isabella waited. If Edward had kept her waiting before, she would grow impatient and frustrated and he would have felt her wrath. Not tonight. Tonight she lay in dusky silence, her body alight and anticipatory. At ten o’clock, there was a knock on her door.
She tried not to hurry her footsteps, but found her feet carrying her swiftly to the door. Outside, with a slight but knowing smile on his face, stood Edward.
“Your Ladyship,” he crooned.
Her belly leapt. She pulled the door open a little to let him in and saw Frederick, who had been masked behind her husband’s valet.
“My lady.” The footman inclined his head.
Her shock was quickly replaced by a warm glow of lust. She turned to Edward who was already in her room. “This is a surprise.”
“Not an unwelcome one, I trust, my lady?” mused Edward.
She looked back to Frederick who was still standing in the hallway. “I suppose you had better come in.” He walked in and she closed the door behind him, shutting the three of them in together.
Edward loosened his tie and collar then sat himself in her chair, taking out a cigarette and lighting it smoothly. “Sit yerself down, Freddie boy. There’s no point standing there like a constipated penguin.”
Frederick seemed confused and glanced around the room. Isabella stepped into him and ran her hands over the tightness of his livery, relishing the swell of muscle underneath. “What’s the matter, Frederick? You weren’t so coy the last time I saw you. He’s right. You should sit down.”
Fred looked around before choosing to sit on the bed. Isabella stood before him in that same lace robe she’d worn before. Her eyes flicked down to his cock, which was already straining for release.
“He’s ready for you, Is. We’ve had a long day. Need some respite. Just like you. Lie on the bed, on yer side.”
She glanced over to Edward who narrowed his eyes while pulling on his cigarette. She crawled onto her bed and lay as she’d been asked. Fred, with a nod from Edward, came and lay top to tail with her, his groin level with her head. It bulged out to her and she craved it, achingly.
“That’s the way,” continued Edward. “Now…take it out and suck it.”
Isabella made short work of the buttons on Frederick’s breeches. He lurched out, making her eyes widen instinctively. She’d forgotten quite how big he was. She opened her mouth wide and took the full head of his cock in her lips.
“Jesus!” he slurred.
“Nothing like a good, warm taste of cock before bed, eh, Is? You show him.”
She did. Frederick tasted of wood smoke and boot polish. She went at him hard, swirling her tongue nimbly along the shaft before taking much of his vast girth into her mouth. She’d take Edward into her throat, but this cock was too big for that. Still, what she couldn’t manage with her mouth, she made up for with her hand. She gripped his length, damp with her dribbling saliva, and pumped it, prompting groans of pleasure from the footman.
“I think you’re forgetting something, Fred. Your speciality. Don’t neglect the lady.”
Frederick had been distracted by his cock engulfed in the divine mouth of the lady of the house, but now, with her right leg bent, that magnificent dark pink and moist quim was right there in front of him. The musty smell of desire wafted up to him and he dived in.
Fuck, she tasted sweet, clean and fresh—ripe for sucking. He wanted to disappear right up her. He slipped in his tongue and slid it as far into her quim as he could before retreating to her plump clitoris, circling it carefully yet hard.
Fred went at her with no inhibitions. When he had pussy in front of him, he was hardly going to hold back. Countess Atherton was moaning like a prize mare at the stud even with her mouth stuffed full of cock. Fred spread her legs more and exposed the tight little hole he was aiming for.
Isabella yelped when he licked the star of her arse. Fred glanced up—it seemed to be a new thing for her. Isabella relinquished the hold on his cock for a moment to glance across at Edward. He narrowed his eyes and dragged on his cigarette.
Fred did it again, this time circling in rapid little rings around the puckered entrance.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured.
He continued for some time, enjoying the contented moans that drifted from her. It took her a while to remember to return to his cock. Fred suddenly sucked so hard on her clitoris, it prompted a wail of delight. But he wasn’t neglecting that gorgeous little arsehole and inched two fingers deep into it, feeling her open for them willingly.
“Oh, Frederick, just—there!” And she shattered, shaking hard, momentarily and understandably distracted from her own task. But as soon as her pleasure faded she took him deep again and applied herself fervently to the firm flesh under her tongue. He groaned—Jesus, the woman could suck cock.
“Fucking, fucking hell, I’ll come off in your mouth.”
“She won’t have it any other way. You flood her mouth, Freddie. A lady needs her sustenance. Isn’t that right, my lady?”
Isabella’s only response was to squeeze and suck and tug. Frederick shuddered, tensed, then came, spurting hot cum into her mouth four times. She lapped it up like a starving kitten, mewling with delight as the warm spunk rolled on her tongue.
“Let me see. Come ‘ere,” demanded Edward. She shuffled off the bed and across to him on her knees, still holding the sweetness of Fred’s seed in her mouth. “That’s the way. Open up.”
She opened her mouth and he stared down at the white cum pooled on her tongue. Edward smiled. “Swallow.”
Isabella did so immediately, after which Edward leant down and kissed her, surely tasting the other man on her lips. “Good girl. My beautiful, good girl. Now stand up, my lady. Over to the bed post. Hands above yer head. Fred has a lot to learn about you, after all.”
She did as she had been asked without hesitation.
Frederick sat back on the bed, still recovering from his climax. Edward indolently stubbed out the last of his cigarette.
Taking scarves from her drawers, which he opened with the awareness and confidence of a husband, he then paced to her and tied her wrists firmly above her to the bedpost. Isabella’s breath came fast in anticipation and her nipples stood out hard, crying out for touch.
“What do ya reckon to that, Freddie boy? All tied up for us. And would you look at those little cherries? Come ‘ere and I’ll show you what I mean.”
Fred managed to rouse himself from the bed and let his eyes feast on the sight of her breasts, which she could feel stretched by the upward pull of her arms.
“You watch her face, Fred. Nothing gets her goin’ more than a little attention to her tits.”
Isabella bit her lip in anticipation, her eyes drooping as the heat of desire thickened and dulled her mind. She turned her gaze down and saw Edward’s thumbs hovering over her nipples. If he didn’t touch them, she would scream.
With a tug at the corner of his mouth, knowing exactly what she needed, Edward let those thumbs graze lightly over the twi
n rosebuds of flesh. Isabella caught her breath. He did it again.
“Jesus, I could hang me coat on ‘em,” mused Frederick. “Give us a feel, Ed.”
“Patience, Frederick. You’ve had yer fun, let me have mine.”
Edward turned his hands over and now rubbed his knuckles along the tight red nubs so that they flicked idly back and forth. Isabella bit into her lip.
“Y’see…it’s all about judging a lady’s mood. How much can she take on any given day, at any given time? And I think Her Ladyship is the mood for…” By now his thumbs and forefingers were perched around the nipples, ready, so ready. He closed them slowly, very slowly, tighter and tighter. “Quite a lot.”
Isabella released her breath as glorious focused sensation gripped her tits. Oh, she loved it. The pain, if you could call it that, was reinforced. She dropped her head down so she could view her own delicious torture. Edward’s fingers had squeezed her nipples to the point of flatness and were now twisting slightly, enough to let sensation rip through with vengeful authority yet again, should her body adjust to it.
“Fuck, that’s gotta hurt,” commented Frederick.
“She wouldn’t have it any other way, would you, my lady?”
Isabella managed to shake her head as sweet shards of glorious pain raced through her body to send a rush of lust to coat her inner thighs. “More.” It mustn’t end. This feeling, this awareness of life in all its beauty and agony must never end. And in this man’s hands she knew she was safe and complete.
“Freddie, open the bedside drawer. There’s a little mother-of-pearl pot. Bring me what’s inside.”
Frederick didn’t hesitate and moved immediately to the drawer beside her bed. Isabella tried to turn to see and her pulse quickened as soon as he approached her. In his hands he held the two little metal pincers she so desired. Frederick stood before her, staring at the nipple clamps in wonder and squeezing them open. He released them and they sprang back harshly. He looked shocked and wary but Isabella merely groaned, willing him to use them.
“Give ‘em ‘ere, Fred, she needs ‘em.” Edward knew what he was doing. “Y’look like you’ve been asked ter dance a hornpipe for His Lordship, Fred.” He chuckled. “Trust me. Have a feel down there, she’ll like that.”
Isabella moaned her approval. Her nipples and quim were both so in need of touch that she barely knew which she’d prefer.
Edward took the clamps from Fred and moved around to stand in front of her. Fred brought his hand between her legs and found her soaked. “Jesus, that’s fuckin’ wet!”
“Would you expect anything else from my perfect woman?” said Edward, holding the clamps up for inspection before her eyes.
“Edward…” she murmured.
Frederick swept over her clit at that moment. Her belly lurched with pleasure and her nipples stiffened yet again. Frederick was now going at her dripping quim with ardent attention, sliding and sweeping his fingers over the slick folds before working them inside. She recalled Edward putting his whole hand inside her. She wanted that fullness again, that sense of being completely impaled on man. And now she had two of them.
She focused on the glimmering of metal in Edward’s hands and locked eyes with him. He opened one clamp and brought it close to her left nipple. Holding the dark red nub tenderly in his other hand, he coaxed it to full ripeness—not that it needed much coaxing—and, carefully and gently, let the cold metal edges close their bite around it. Isabella let out a little gasp as fierce white pain gripped her, radiating in brilliant beams out of her breast. Frederick rubbed her clit and her body was in thrall. She thrashed as pleasure raced through her, close to orgasm but still on the brink.
The clamps held the flesh captive. Edward attached the second and her other nipple succumbed to its grip.
Isabella could not speak. She merely released the slowest breath of intense contentment.
“Take yer hand away. Let her glory in it fer a time.” Edward almost yanked Frederick’s fingers away from where they were nestled in the dripping warm glove of her cunt.
The two men stepped back and took in the sight of the lady of the house, bound to her own bedpost, her nipples squeezed between biting metal, her cunt crying out.
Isabella could barely focus on them. She was ready to come. Such sweet agony was holding her that she wondered if she would tip over the edge by her thoughts alone. Her body jerked unbidden, desperate for release. She was in pain, she knew that much—her arms ached, her nipples were nearly numb with stricture and her cunt throbbed for cock or fingers or anything it could take. But the pain was a scaffold, a scaffold to the pinnacle of ecstasy they had raised her to. Just a little more.
“I’m goin’ to turn you around, my lady.”
He came over and twisted the scarf holding her so that she was facing outwards. She knew what was to come. Her rump propelled itself towards him instinctively.
The first blow was a mere sting. She heard Fred suck in a breath. The second followed swiftly, evening up the already warm glow of the other cheek.
“Just ten more I reckon tonight, considering what’s to come. Count out loud for me, my lady.” He brought his hand down with a stinging smack.
“One!” she declared.
Another on the other side. Sweet, red pain blending with the brilliant shards still darting from her nipples.
“Two!”
Her vision blurred, but she sensed Frederick nearby, still and silent, staring at the sight of her taking the beating.
The blows continued to rain down. She kept counting, although each word was forced out with more difficulty as the numbers increased.
“Ten!” she groaned as his hand flew down for the last time, leaving her aglow with heat and tenderness.
Edward stepped back, panting, and barked his order to Frederick immediately. “Finish her with yer mouth. Hurry.”
Frederick didn’t hesitate. He fell to his knees, pushed her legs apart and swept his tongue along her sodden slit up to her clit where he sucked and feasted, pulling the swollen flesh hard into his mouth.
She was coming. Surprisingly softly at first, her orgasm then hurtled to assert itself with stupendous determination. Her eyes blinded and her body was released from its grounding. She was coming so completely she had lost herself. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her jaw dropped open as a groan rose from her.
Frederick continued to eke her pleasure out with sucks and licks for as long as he felt her craving more. With skilful awareness, Edward then moved in to release her nipples and arms and she fell into his arms, a quivering, sated mess, damp with fulfilled lust and pleasured pain.
He placed her on the bed and she lay there, eyes closed, recovering gradually. They let the clock eat away their precious time for a while, allowing her to tune back to her surroundings. When she did, she knew she was ready. They were naked before her, their two hard, hewn bodies as ready for her as she was for them—their cocks stood up, large and proud, craning towards her still-wanting body.
Edward came to lie on one side, Frederick on the other. “You want full?” murmured the valet into her ear. “We’ll give you full. Trust, Is. Do you trust me?”
“With all I am.”
“Take his cock. Lie on him and take his cock.”
Frederick was stretched out on her bed, the cock in question so firm and erect that it was practically nudging his own belly button. She let her tongue sweep along the smooth, honeyed skin of his torso from navel to sternum and threw her leg over him. She was suddenly energised again and wanting more than ever. Her insides throbbed, desperate for completion. Her backside was red and sore and brilliant in its sensation. Taking the stiff length of him in her fingers, she brought him to her soaking quim and moved to engulf him.
Frederick’s eyes shut and he sucked in a breath with sharp rapture. “Fuck! I’d forgotten what a stunning cunt you ‘ave!” As he said it his lids flew open and a flash of panic shot across his face. “I mean…you feel so amazin’…like…so tight
an’…fuck! That’s amazin’, my lady.”
She threw her head back and laughed, half at his awkward apology and half at the sensational feel of his cock. “Luckily, I had not forgotten what a stunning cock you have, Frederick. Oh God, that is like nothing else.”
She closed her eyes, revelled in the stretch, and rode him as hard as her prize stallion. Bracing herself on the firm rock of his torso, she bucked and dipped and rose and pumped, milking pleasure from them both. Frederick met every rise and fall, instinctively matching her rhythm and tuning into the needs of them both.
But then her head fell back and came across the firmest, smoothest shoulder. She let herself rest in the crook of Edward’s neck as he placed himself behind her. He brought his hands around and cupped her breasts, toying once again with the nipples—gently this time, they were still red from before, but it only added to her body’s bliss.
“You ride him, my lady. You ride him deep and hard. How does the rhyme go again? Ride a cock horse to Ecstasy Cross? Somethin’ like that.”
She moaned, pacing herself, not wanting to release her pleasure too soon. Something was missing. She turned her head and was met by the delicious, searching tongue of Edward. She opened wide for him and he kissed her long and deep. He kept up his light but insistent torment of her nipple with his left hand, while he dropped his right to cajole yet more from her swollen clitoris, keeping pace with it as it slid perilously close to the thick rigid flesh she was ploughing along.
“Edward…miss you…want you too.”
He murmured soft and dark against her ripe, needy lips, “Oh, don’t you worry, my lady…you shall have me. You shall indeed.”
He pushed her down so that she was lying more fully atop Frederick. The footman’s eyes were focused on her breasts as they swayed and danced before him. He was close, she could tell, but she knew he too had been pacing himself. There was a sense of anticipation, which they all knew to respect. And, as ever, it was dictated by Edward.
Isabella felt the cold slick of a familiar substance. She tensed at first, but warm hands stroked down her back to her rump, soothing away any nerves. “Trust,” murmured the valet.
