by Louisa Neil
He stopped mid stroke in her body. “Who gives the orders?”
“You do. I mean, please pinch my nipples.”
“No. Pinch them yourself. Let me see how you touch your breasts.”
He stood still behind her, half in her pussy and half out, and she knew he’d not move until she did as he asked. Reaching up, she grasped her breasts and pulled on her nipples. It occurred to her she’d never really done this before to this extent, except while standing naked before the mirror. Since arriving, she’d gotten so much attention from the men she never considered self-satisfaction. Now it was as if he gave her a gift. She pulled and tugged on them, twisted them from side to side. Using her whole hand, she covered her breasts and squeezed. A flexing motion carried through her to her pussy, grasping him deeper within her walls.
“Christ, Tina.” He came in her pussy with a loud grunt.
Thankfully, he gave her a few more lashes with his hand and stroked her pussy. Bettina’s body shook with her release. He dropped his weight over her back, his breathing out of pattern. She braced their weight on her forearms on the desktop and took deep breaths. In a moment of complete abandon, she squeezed her pussy muscles and felt her body reacting. Thankfully, Stewart followed her lead and spanked her ass a few more times. She felt her insides clamp down on him, and she collapsed onto the desktop, spent and sated. There were papers laying there. They were upside down to her vision, but they caught her attention for a moment before he gave her a tingling backside a few last pinches, taking precedence as her body reacted, tugging him inward one last time.
“I’ve never…” she said.
“Trust me,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You will again.”
She almost said she’d look forward to it, but at the last second whispered, “That would be your prerogative.”
“Yes, it will. I’m beginning to think you’re a lot smarter than you let on, Bettina.” He laughed and stood behind her. When he pulled his cock from her, she could feel his cum rushing out and dripping down onto her thighs. It was a decadent feeling she wanted to always remember.
“You teach me about myself every day.” He wrapped his arm around her waist again, and she let him lift her to a standing position. Her skirts fell in disarray around her legs, and her braided hair was a mass of tangled curls falling on her shoulders. Turning to face him, she smiled. “You never touched my nipples and yet I came.”
She felt a strange yet sudden rush of affection for this man and dropped before him. She swallowed his cock over and over until pausing to look up at him. “You taste like me,” she said, and went back for a deeper lick.
He groaned and laughed. “I’m sure I do.” Stewart leaned down and drew her to stand before him and kissed her, tangling with her tongue and tasting their combined releases. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. It was more the embarrassment, I think.” She felt a heat chase up her throat and cheeks when she said the words aloud.
“Like the night Gaston spanked you at Phoebe’s?”
“No, that night he didn’t hurt me, but it wasn’t about relief. He did that to me to spare me worse from Phoebe when he left. Today, the way you spanked me was something totally different. You make my knees weak and my pussy throb.” She looked at him. “You made me pinch my own nipples.”
“And you pinched them a lot harder than I would or Gaston would, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And will you continue to do it when Gaston and I aren’t with you?”
“No. I’d rather have you two touch me. But I learned you can both use me harder and not hurt me.”
“We all have our limits, Bettina.” He kissed her forehead. “Today you found one of yours. Maybe we’ll find more of them with time.”
“How long do I have to wait?”
He laughed openly at her. She was disappointed when he started putting his clothing to rights. Suddenly she felt strange, embarrassed, she decided, and began to pull up her dress to cover her chest. His hand reached out and stopped her. “I didn’t tell you to cover yourself, did I?”
“No, sir.”
He continued to fix himself and she waited, watching him. When he was sure he was properly dressed, he gave her his attention. “Go back to the desk and lift your skirts. I want to see what your ass looks like red from my hand.”
She looked at him, but he reached around and tapped her ass. She moved to the desk and leaned over it. His hands were quick to raise her skirts. “You’re beautiful and not permanently marked. You just have a red hue to your skin.” He dropped his hand on her and squeezed. She pushed back to meet him and he pulled away, making a production of pulling her skirts down to cover her.
“Enough for now. While I’d like to spank you further, I think we’ve gone far enough for our first time.”
“You mean we’ll do this again?” She felt her face heat, knowing that wasn’t the right thing to say. “I mean—oh I don’t know what I mean anymore.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “You’ve got me all confused, Stewart.”
“That’s why we’ll stop here for today. Now, turn around and let me watch you put your dress back in place.” He stood only inches away from her as she tugged at the material until she was covered. Even when she was, she felt her nipples were still hard and visible through the cloth. As if he could read her mind, he reached out and pinched them. “Your nipples are still hard. I could make them stay hard all the time, or at least when I want them to be.”
“You mean sucking them.”
“That, too. There are other ways.”
“What ways?” she asked excitedly.
“For another day,” he told her. “Now turn around and let me see if you’re all put back in place before you leave.” She turned slowly before him and he smiled. “Go and fix your hair. I’ll see you later for supper.”
“Stewart, will you tell Gaston about this afternoon?”
“No, you will. You’ll tell him everything we did in detail, and then most likely, he’ll spank you again.” Stewart studied her. “Does your backside hurt?”
“No, it’s more of a tingling, like when you play with my anus. Before you actually penetrate me with your cock, your fingers tease me inside, they make me needy for more, for your cock to fill me to ease the ache you create.”
“Go and relax,” he told her and walked around the desk. She paused to open the curtains and then waited at the door. “What is it, Bettina?”
“I’m not sure if I should mention this or how to tell you about it,” she hesitated.
Chapter Twelve
Stewart sat back in his chair and figured she was going to tell him she didn’t want to repeat their afternoon. Instead, what she said astonished him.
“I saw something when you had me sprawled over the desk.” She stared at the floor rather than look at him.
“What did you see?” He glanced around at the papers scattered on the desktop.
“I believe there’s an error in the numbers on the top page. I’m not sure, but it didn’t look right.”
He grabbed the stack of pages and looked at them carefully. What he saw astonished him. “You saw this while I was spanking and fucking you and still caught an error?”
“Is there an error? I wasn’t sure with it being upside down.”
Stewart paused and looked the numbers over a second time. It was an invoice from one of the tavern’s he sold to. She was right, there was an error and not in his favor. “You were right, Bettina. The numbers are wrong.” He drew a breath and sat back. “Thank you for catching it.”
“Of course,” she said, and paused. “Especially since it wasn’t in your favor.” He burst out laughing. “I’d have told you either way.”
“Maybe I should let you go over the invoices. It’s a job I hate to do and you seem to excel at.”
“If you like, I’d be glad to look them over.”
“I’ll let you know if I need help. Now go and relax. You have to confess to Gaston tonight
.”
“Yes, sir.” She gave him a slight curtsey and let herself out the door, closing it tightly behind her.
He sat there, staring out the rain streaked windows. “How the hell did she catch that upside down while being spanked?” He didn’t get much work done the rest of the afternoon. Instead, he kept picturing her sprawled over his desk, her buttocks red from his hand and his cock moving inside her. He shook his head and forced himself to finish the stack of work before him. He did double-check everything else he did in the morning for errors, just in case. While he didn’t find any others, he began to wonder just how much of an asset she could truly be if given the chance.
He stood and walked to the bar, pouring himself a glass of wine and taking it to the large chair by the fire. All he could think about was how she’d describe their afternoon to Gaston later and what would come from it.
* * * *
Gaston listened to Bettina’s retelling of her afternoon as the three of them lay in her bed that night. He made her get up and show him her butt. It wasn’t red anymore. When he told her that, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
“Maybe you should spank me again to make it red.” She turned her back to him before he could see her expression.
“Come suck us and we’ll consider it.” She rushed to the bed and scooted between the two naked men, grasping each of their cocks with a hand while taking swipes of their tips with her tongue. She intensified her motions and he pictured her lying half-naked across the desk with her butt in the air and her cheeks red from Stewart’s hand. When he was about to come, he pulled from her lips and moved from the bed to the sofa under the window.
“Come here,” he told her in a stern tone. She moved quickly, coming to stand naked before him. “Turn around. I think I should get to punish you for being impertinent, too. After all, it was my idea to bring you here.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, but he caught the slightest hint of a smile that she tried to hide with a scowl.
“Drop over my lap,” he instructed and watched her lithe body move over him. His cock was hard from her sucking it. He was hard from her description of Stewart spanking her. It took all his concentration to spank her ass and not come on her belly. “Am I hurting you?”
“Just a bit,” she told him. “Are my cheeks red, am I fuckable yet?”
“Oh yeah.” He pulled her up and moved back on the sofa in a reclining position. “Climb on my cock and face me. Put it in your pussy.” She moved over him, and he had to hold his breath as she impaled herself on him. “Stewart?”
Stewart moved quickly and came to stand beside her head. Instantly, she took his erection to her lips. When it was coated with her saliva, he pulled from her mouth and moved to kneel behind her, his legs spread wide over Gaston’s legs. He pushed his cock in her anus, and Gaston knew he’d come soon. Between her sucking him, his spanking her, and now having his cock buried inside her, it was almost too much to bear. He grasped her shoulders and pulled her chest to his mouth, biting her nipple between his teeth. He sucked harder than he ever had before with her, and he felt her pussy pull at him.
Her groan was all the incentive he needed. Stewart was doing the fucking. He concentrated on the sucking. One hand pumped her breast while he continued attending to the other.
“Are you sore, Bettina? Is your ass sore from our spanking you?” Stewart asked.
“Only a bit. Is it still red?” Gaston watched as she glanced over her shoulder as if she might glimpse her own buttocks.
“Not red enough.” Stewart began to spank her buttocks while he fucked her ass and, in turn, spanked Gaston’s cock through her body. Bettina began writhing between them, flexing her inner muscles against them. He came first, letting his load flood deep inside her. She pulled him deeper as she found her own release, rubbing her mound against the root of his cock. Stewart spanked her a few more times before he pulled out and sprayed his load on her ass. Then he leaned forward and drew his fingers through the liquid, making patterns across her red butt cheeks.
Gaston groaned when she turned back over her shoulder and opened her mouth, accepting Stewart’s cum-coated fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. “If you keep doing that, you’ll make me hard again.”
“If that is all it would take,” she teased and looked to Stewart. He repeated the motion several times before sitting back. He pushed his damp fingers into her anus, and she pushed back against him.
Gaston was hard again. He knew Stewart was most likely doing this for him and didn’t care. Each time he stroked his fingers in her anus, he stroked Gaston’s cock, still separate but feeling every motion.
Bettina was the one who prompted Stewart. “Use another finger, stretch me like your cock would. Please, Stewart, make me come again.”
He didn’t answer her. He just hastened his movements and added a third finger to her hole. Gaston shot inside her a second time when her pussy milked his cock with her own orgasm. He dropped under her, spent, tired, and exhilarated.
He and Stewart had been discussing initiating her this way for a few weeks, but hadn’t decided when or how to start. Apparently, Bettina took the first step, all but asking for what she wanted this afternoon.
She lay over him as his cock dwindled, and he felt his cum slipping from her pussy onto his balls. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I’d take you back to the bed to sleep, but I’m too tired.”
“I’ll take her,” Stewart said as he stood and stretched to his full height. He lifted her easily around the waist and, with a few steps, placed her on the bed. After watching him pull the covers over her naked body, he finally forced himself to stand and stretch, too. “She’s out cold,” Stewart told him as he brushed her hair from her forehead. “Let’s go to the office for a drink.”
The men were quiet as they dressed beside the bed, but she was sound asleep. Downstairs, Gaston poured brandy into two glasses and handed one to Stewart. They took seats before the fire and sipped the liquid, Gaston enjoying the burn as it eased down his throat.
“She didn’t tell you everything,” Stewart said between sips.
“What did she leave out?” He wasn’t sure what Stewart would tell him and instantly hoped it wouldn’t stop their new kind of play. Gaston was stunned while he listened to Stewart’s description of her finding the error on the invoice. “From upside down?” he questioned.
“Yes. I was skeptical at first, too. But when I checked it, she was right. I think we’d better be a bit more careful with Bettina. She’s got assets we never considered.”
“I’ll remember that,” Gaston said with a laugh. “Upside down while being spanked and fucked. What a woman!”
Stewart tapped his glass against Gaston’s. “To Bettina and her unforeseen talents.”
Gaston nodded absently. His mind was filled with the possibilities he’d never considered in relation to Bettina. It was as if a new world opened before him. A world he would think through carefully before initiating. Once the doors were opened to her, they could never close again.
* * * *
The next morning she woke, late and tired but sated. She sat up quickly and looked around the room. As usual she was alone, but she realized with a flip of her heart and a turn of her stomach that Gaston hadn’t come to her this morning. This was the first time this happened. Every morning since she’d arrived she’d woken with his mouth or hand on her breast. Did something last night change his mind? No, she rationalized, it must just be work or maybe she was so exhausted she slept through his visit. That calmed all her fears and she tossed back the covers, running naked to the mirror to look at her buttocks. A strange disappointment ran through her when she saw they were no longer red. It only made her resolve to have them do it again to her tonight. She didn’t know why, but when the men spanked her, she had the most intense orgasm. How could she go back to just fucking without the added bonus of their palms to her buttocks?
She grabbed a dressing gown when there was a knock on the door
. All but sprinting back to the bed, she pulled the blankets up to cover herself. Benton came in with her morning meal. When he pulled open the heavy drapes, she all but screamed with joy.
“It snowed last night.” She would have gotten out of the bed to look, but the man was still in her room.
“Yes, quite a lot. The gentlemen have asked me to tell you they’ll be out for most of the day. They’ll be home late tonight, but will have their evening meal with you in the dining room.” She accepted the teacup he handed her and nodded her thanks. “I’ll have Amy come up to help you dress in time for the meal. Would you prefer your bath now or later?”
“Now, please.”
“I’ll have the servants bring the water up right away.” He left her alone, and she dropped back onto the pillows to drink her tea. While she wasn’t hungry, she forced herself to eat some of the meal, fearful that Benton would tell the men if she didn’t eat. This morning, food was the last thing on her mind. Sex was the only thing she could think about. When there was a knock on her door, she knew her bath was ready. After calling out she’d heard him, she pulled the blankets up to her throat. When the tub was full and the servants gone, she scurried to the bathing room.
Her morning routine was just that now. First she filled the bota bag and then piled her hair on top of her head. Sliding into the tub, she drew a breath and pushed the tip of the bag in her pussy. While she wouldn’t have believed it before, this private ritual was pleasing. The water filling her vagina was warming from the inside as the bath water was from the outside. She reveled in the scent of the lavender soap she used.
If the water hadn’t turned cold, she would have stayed there all day. By the time she finished her routine, the maid had straightened her bed and cleaned the room. There was a roaring fire to welcome her. She dressed in a long wool skirt and jacket with a white blouse under it. She pulled on a pair of warm wool stockings and then pushed her feet into her indoor shoes. Slippers, really, for they had soft soles, unlike the ones she wore outdoors.
