Still swamped by the dying embers of her climax, Deborah sucked at him greedily, trying to show him how much he’d pleased her, and when her tongue whirled beneath the sensitive skin beneath his glans Martin’s hips moved faster and faster and then he came with startling force and Deborah swallowed and sucked until she had finally milked him dry.
When he returned to his seat, Martin didn’t look at Pavin. He had a nasty feeling that he might see something other than appreciation in his employer’s eyes. Deborah had seemed to enjoy herself too much, but it was hardly his fault, he reasoned. Often he got quite the opposite reaction.
Pavin didn’t mind in the least. He was watching Deborah with an almost detached interest, taking in the way she was abandoning herself so entirely to the evening and feeling his desire for her grow all the time, not just for momentary possession but for keeping her beside him constantly.
Deborah stayed lying on her back across the chair until Brian and Paul lifted her up. They had worked together before on evenings like this and knew exactly what they were going to do.
The chair was taken away, the pulsating vibrator removed from her rectum and then she was made to undress each of the men in turn, until at last she was able to stand naked between them, her back pressed against Paul and her still swollen and throbbing breasts up against Brian’s chest.
The men pressed close to her. Paul’s erection could be felt pressing against her buttocks whilst Brian’s was nudging against her hip, but they had no intention of penetrating her yet.
After a few minutes standing between them she was left while they collected a piece of hessian, which they then proceeded to rub all over her tender body so that the raw, despairing nerve endings were stimulated yet further and the heat that had been located mainly in her nipples and genitals was now all over her.
Once that had been accomplished they laid her flat on her back on the carpet and covered her eyes with a black mask. Then, moving silently, they fetched a piece of tarpaulin with tiny holes cut in it at random intervals and this they held tightly outstretched about three feet above her unsuspecting body, before Pavin nodded for Tansy to fetch the watering can.
The first thing that Deborah heard was what sounded like rain falling very near, and her burning flesh made her long for some of it to fall on her and dampen down the fire the men had ignited within her.
But she knew it was only a fantasy, and when the very first drop of water found its way through one of the holes and fell without warning onto her stomach she gave a startled cry. Before she had time to realise exactly what was happening, drops were falling all over her but never in the same place twice because the men moved the tarpaulin very slightly all the time.
Water hit her on one burning nipple, but not the other. It slid into her belly button but not lower. It struck her two or three times in her pubic hair and then lower, on her knees and feet, but not between her thighs where she was so unbearably hot that she would have sold her soul to feel the cool bliss of the liquid touch her.
She groaned, she begged them to let it touch her where she wanted and her body flinched and strained alternately as it waited and then felt a droplet before the waiting began again and all the time the tension in her was rising and rising and she began to sob with desperation.
Just when she thought she would go mad with need, a heavy drop of water fell directly onto her exposed clitoris. The shock of it, combined with the relief from the terrible burning heat, triggered her orgasm and the men let the water continue to fall there so that her climax went on and on until she heard herself begging for them to stop because she was aching from the wrenching frenzied spasms.
Finally the tarpaulin was removed and leaving her covered by the black mask they pulled her onto all fours, crouching like a dog and, as Brian slid into her soaking front passage from the rear, doggie-fashion, Paul got onto his knees so that he could push his bursting organ between her breasts and then he was massaging her swollen orbs frantically with his hands, rubbing them up and down his shaft.
Brian’s movements finally gave her the lasting relief she’d craved ever since the ointment was put between her thighs and Paul’s hands gave her breasts the same necessary stimulation so that between them they at last satisfied her body’s needs and with a strange keening sound she felt her body explode in its final orgasmic spasm only to be followed a few seconds later by the men climaxing, one deep within her and the other between her wonderful, sensitive and deliciously feminine breasts.
The three of them collapsed in a heap on the carpet and the watching women looked at each other. As Pavin rose to collect Deborah’s limp body from the tangled heap the women all knew what Flora had suspected for a long time. Now only Deborah, at present too exhausted to care, was in ignorance.
Sara was waiting in their bedroom and quickly ran a bath for Deborah, then gently washed the exhausted young woman before helping her dress in a light summer skirt, blouse and linen jacket because it was now one o’clock and the night air was cool.
‘Where are we going?’ a stunned Deborah asked Pavin when he reappeared in their room, dressed in slacks and a sports jacket. ‘I thought we were leaving in the morning.’
‘No, we’re going now.’ His face was shuttered, giving nothing away.
‘What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?’ she cried, trying to remember exactly what had happened in the blue drawing room but only able to conjure up the incredible sensations she’d discovered rather than the acts that had caused them.
‘Wrong? I told you, nothing’s wrong as long as no one’s hurt. You were wonderful, exactly as I expected. Is her case packed?’ he added in an aside to Sara. The maid nodded. ‘Excellent. Get one of the footmen to bring it out to the helicopter. Richard will see to the usual end-of-holiday arrangements next weekend.’
‘Very good, sir.’ If the maid was surprised by her employer’s hasty departure she was too well trained to show it.
Deborah and Pavin travelled in almost total silence by helicopter to the Orkney mainland, and then they transferred to his private plane. It was only once that was airborne that the American seemed to relax. At last he turned and smiled at the bemused fair-haired young woman at his side.
‘All right, honey?’ he asked.
She shook her head. ‘No, how can I be? I don’t know why we rushed off, or even where I’m going. Are you travelling back to London with me or are you off to the States?’
He seemed surprised. ‘I’m coming with you of course.’
‘But what about your business crisis?’
Pavin exhaled slowly and then took one of her cool hands in his. ‘Debbie, what did you discover during your week’s holiday?’
‘That I was a far more sexual person than I’d realised and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of in being sensual.’
‘Great! Do you want to know what I learnt?’
She gave a small smile. ‘That English women aren’t so very different from American ones?’
His smile faded. ‘No, something more important than that. I learnt that my instincts were right that first night we met. You and I are meant for each other. The holiday confirmed it for me. You will be the perfect third Mrs John Pavin.’
Deborah stared blankly at him. ‘I’ll be what?’
He lost his usual air of self-assurance. ‘I realise you might not want to be my wife, honey. I mean, my track record’s not good and perhaps you enjoyed the holiday in general but not my company in particular. I don’t know any of that. I can only tell you what I know, and that’s that I want to marry you, Debbie. I want us to be together all the time, I don’t want to let you go.’
‘But why the rush? Why the dash from the island?’
His face tightened. ‘I couldn’t stand sharing you any longer. Once you’re mine, if you agree to be mine that is,’ he added hurriedly, ‘then I’ll happily take you back next year, but it all got too much for me and I had to get you away. There’s no business crisis, just a special licence for the day a
fter tomorrow if you agree to marry me.’
At first Deborah couldn’t believe she was hearing him right; that he’d actually had to leave his island, give up his own ideas on sexual freedom because of jealousy, but the proof was there on his face and she knew he was telling her the truth, however painful it was for him.
She flung her arms round his neck and clung on to him as tightly as she could. ‘I thought you wanted to get rid of me, that I’d never see you again. I never guessed that you felt the same for me as I did for you. You always seemed so detached, so in control.’
‘I’m a good poker player, I can disguise my feelings!’
‘Of course I’ll marry you,’ she sighed, wriggling closer. His arms tightened and one hand began to edge its way beneath the hem of her skirt. ‘How else would I get back to Pavinsay next summer?’ she added teasingly.
His answer was to let his clever fingers ease their way past the edge of her French knickers and then he was gently manipulating her flesh, stroking her softly along those moist inner channels that he so adored and as Deborah felt her muscles start to bunch with the beginning of a climax she made a small vow to herself.
She might be the third Mrs John Pavin, but she was going to make quite sure that there was never a fourth one, not while she was alive to keep him content.
After the ripples of her climax had died away he pulled her head down against his shoulder and began to talk to her about a penthouse suite he planned to buy in London.
‘What about Flora?’ she asked suddenly. ‘Won’t she be terribly upset?’
‘She’ll marry Richard: they’re tailor-made for each other and that way we’ll all meet up again next summer on Pavinsay. It should be interesting, don’t you think?’ he added thoughtfully.
Deborah imagined the scene and knew beyond any doubt that it would be more than interesting. It would be another unbelievably erotic summer holiday.
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