Tania shrugged. ‘I wasn’t listening.’
‘Did it look good then?’
‘I closed my eyes.’
He laughed aloud. ‘Fibber! You couldn’t close your eyes if you were paid to; I know all about your curiosity. Come on, Annabel. We mustn’t be totally selfish. Tania’s been punished enough now. I think we should reward her for her patience, don’t you?’
Annabel stretched sensuously. Her whole body felt more alive than ever before, and if she’d have preferred it to be Sir Matthew rather than Crispian who’d brought her to such heights of ecstasy that was a small quibble. The pleasure couldn’t have been greater and even now she sensed that she was capable of further enjoyment.
‘Help me untie Tania,’ said Crispian, climbing off the bed and at last removing his clothes so that his slender, well-muscled body was revealed to the two young women. ‘We’ll untie her legs first.’
Naked, Annabel too rose from the bed, and as she removed the cord from around Tania’s left ankle she amazed herself by letting her hand roam up the other woman’s leg until it reached the patch of bare flesh above the stocking top. Here she let her fingers stroke lightly and she heard Tania’s swift intake of breath.
Crispian laughed. ‘That’s right, make sure she’s still aroused. I’ve got some special things planned for her, but she has to be ready first.’
‘I’m ready now!’ said Tania angrily, hardly able to bear the soft caress that Annabel was inflicting on her.
When both her legs were free Crispian lifted Tania’s buttocks up from the seat and pulled her panties down, tossing them across the room so that they landed in a frilly heap by the bed. Ordering Annabel to move away for a moment, he moved his right hand upwards and pressed the heel of his hand against Tania’s sex. His fingers tangled in her pubic hair, tugging gently and moving the skin beneath up and down until the first darting streaks of desire began to travel from Tania’s clitoris up into her pelvis, and all the time there was the steady heavy pressure of the heel of his hand to accentuate the sensation.
Tania swallowed hard, her hips shaking despite the restraints of the thick leather belt round her waist, and now Crispian signalled for Annabel to crouch in front of his stepsister. ‘Open her up for me,’ he muttered hoarsely.
Annabel’s fingers were hesitant and as she carefully parted Tania’s outer sex lips, the very gentleness of the touch and the almost awkward way in which she carefully prised the lips apart caused a surge of excitement in Tania. She loved to see people doing things for the first time, expanding their sexual horizons while she watched, and she knew that Annabel had never done anything like this before.
When she was fully opened to him, Crispian brought out a vibrator, inserted it into his mouth until it was damp with his saliva and then eased the head into her vagina, at the same time switching it on to its lowest setting. As it started to throb, Tania tried to push herself lower down the chair so that the vibrator plunged deeper inside her, but her movement was restricted by the belt and she had to allow Crispian to dictate what would happen and when.
Her buttocks tightened against the seat of the chair and when Crispian withdrew the head and let it play against the sensitive band of flesh that ran between her front and rear openings she almost screamed. Although the feelings were delicious they were still delicate, like butterflies fluttering against her, and she wanted something firmer and harder.
‘Unlace her basque,’ Crispian told Annabel. ‘When her breasts are free, use this pleasure whip on them.’ Tania moaned with delight and Crispian frowned at her. ‘Keep quiet or you won’t be allowed it.’
She bit on her lip. The soft latex pleasure whip was one of her favourite playthings. The feel of it when it fell across her flesh, firm enough to sting and yet soft enough to caress, could bring her to orgasm within seconds if applied correctly. Crispian saw a slight seepage from her opening and smiled. Playing games with Tania was so rewarding.
Annabel quickly unlaced the basque and then her hands were grasping Tania’s full breasts. She let her fingertips dig into them, massaging them in the way that she herself liked, which brought a quick gasp of surprise from Tania. Then she took the band of black latex with its tiny wooden handle from Crispian and with her eyes locked onto Tania’s, flicked it firmly across the tops of each of the swelling globes.
Tania’s whole body jerked against its constraints and her breasts – already thrusting out more than usual because her arms were pinned behind her – thrust forward still more and she had to bite on her lip to stop another moan of ecstasy from escaping.
As Annabel continued to ply the pleasure whip, Crispian reinserted the vibrator into his stepsister’s vagina, but deeper this time, and when he moved it round in circles, stimulating each of her vaginal walls in turn, Annabel increased the force of her blows. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Tania’s body arched as far as its bonds would allow and with a hastily muffled gasp she was engulfed by her first orgasm.
While she was still in the throes of the muscular contractions Crispian unfastened her from the chair and carried her to the bed. Here he laid her face down on the bed, a pillow thrust hastily beneath her stomach. Sitting astride the backs of her thighs, he inserted one finger inside her rectum so that the dying embers of the orgasm were fanned back into life and even more intense contractions swept over her.
Annabel watched in silence, ashamed to realise that despite her own pleasuring she was ready for more now. Without thinking what she was doing her hands went to her own breasts and she manipulated her nipples until they were standing out tight and hard. Crispian looked at her and smiled. ‘Rub your nipples over Tania’s back while I fetch something else she likes. Use some lubricating jelly as well, that should give you both pleasure.’
Quickly Annabel did as he’d suggested. As he moved off the bed she took his place, and within seconds she was moving her tight breasts smoothly down Tania’s spine, their pathway made easier by the application of jelly, and soon both women were uttering sighs of delight.
As Tania moved her hips restlessly against the mattress, Crispian returned, climbed on the bed and positioned Annabel so that she was sitting by the other girl’s side. Then he squeezed some transparent gel onto his hand and signalled for Annabel to open his stepsister’s buttocks. Carefully she separated the softly rounded crescents, revealing the dark, puckered opening between. Tania gave a squeal of excitement and Crispian tapped her on the base of her spine with a finger. ‘Sshh!’ he cautioned her and she buried her head deeper in the bed to muffle her sounds.
Wide-eyed, Annabel watched as Crispian held up four round balls suspended on a slim piece of cord. She pulled Tania’s buttocks as wide apart as she could and then Crispian spread the gel around the opening that twitched and shrank from the invading coolness.
Now Tania was uttering cries of excitement that even the mattress couldn’t muffle, and as Crispian eased the first ball inside her back passage she gave a loud squeal and her head turned from side to side. ‘Yes! Oh, yes!’ she shouted, and Annabel felt excitement sliding through her belly at the scene.
Crispian took his time, but eventually all four balls were inserted, and then he handed a remote power control to Annabel. ‘There are three settings. Start on the lowest. I’ll tell you when I want it increased. All right?’ Speechless, Annabel nodded. ‘They’re incredibly arousing, you must try them some time,’ he continued. ‘Once they start throbbing it drives you wild, as you’ll see from Tania!’
Annabel could imagine it only too well. Suddenly she wished that she was the one lying naked, face down on the bed, awaiting this delicious thrill, and at the prospect her nipples hardened. Crispian ran a hand lightly over her breasts. ‘I see you’re enjoying yourself! You mustn’t be greedy, though; it’s Tania’s turn.’
With Annabel clutching the remote control, Crispian was free to turn Tania onto her back and at last she was looking up at him, her eyes glazed at the prospect of the sensations that awaited her. Crispian’s hands grippe
d her hips and he pressed her down slightly, just at the moment that he signalled for Annabel to start the balls pulsating. Tania felt them throbbing within her, felt them stimulating the highly sensitive nerve endings of the thin rectal walls. The vibrations began to travel through her, moving from back to front until she was gyrating desperately within Crispian’s grip, her breasts and abdomen covered in a thin sheen of perspiration as the tension within her grew.
Carefully Crispian raised Tania’s knees, which moved the deliciously throbbing balls, and then he positioned himself at an angle of ninety degrees beneath her legs with his lower leg under her buttocks and his top leg supporting her calves.
For a moment he stared down at her, watching her rapid eye movements and the way her body was rippling beneath the skin. ‘You’re ready to come, aren’t you?’ he whispered. ‘Do you want me inside you when you do?’
‘Yes! Yes!’ shouted Tania as the warm glow of the throbbing balls spread further up her belly and through her entire pubic area.
‘Increase the power to two,’ Crispian said to Annabel, and Tania’s whole body began to shake with the sensations that were swamping it. As Crispian’s right hand caressed her left leg, she parted her thighs as much as possible and felt him slide into her, staring down with his bright-blue eyes, watching her every response.
He used his legs to give his thrusts impetus and once he was into an established rhythm he gave Annabel another nod. Now she moved the balls into the highest speed and suddenly Tania’s shoulders pressed down on the bed as she arched her ribcage in the build-up to orgasm.
Crispian knew that she was right on the edge, and Annabel knew it too. She could imagine the delicious sensations the other woman must be experiencing and her whole body ached with a desperate desire for similar stimulation.
Tania had now passed the point of no return. Every nerve in her body was screaming for release and suddenly the insistent throbbing between her thighs began to dissolve into a white-hot, liquid sensation. At that precise moment Crispian’s free hand slipped between her thighs and he carefully massaged the shaft of her clitoris with a firm circular movement.
Unable to control herself a moment longer, Tania’s hips were lifted off the bed by the force of the contractions that tore through her whole body while her hands clutched desperately at the covering beneath her.
For what seemed to Annabel to be an eternity the auburn-haired girl’s body continued to twist and arch and all the time the balls throbbed within her rectum and Crispian’s finger continued its remorseless manipulation of her most sensitive tissue.
It was one of the fiercest orgasms Tania had experienced for a long time and when it slowly started to ebb away her body still jerked and jumped at intervals. She could have cried as the glorious feelings slowly dissipated and then vanished.
Only when she closed her eyes and slumped limply against the mattress did Crispian’s hand move from between her thighs and at the same time he signalled for Annabel to turn off the power. Then he turned the un-protesting Tania over and withdrew the balls. As each of them was forced out of the tiny opening his stepsister gave a muted gasp that was half-pleasure and half-protest.
‘I told you it would be a good evening!’ said Crispian, smiling at Annabel.
She stared at him, her lips slightly parted and her breasts jutting out proudly, the nipples still erect. ‘Is that it?’ she asked softly.
‘Afraid so,’ he said briskly. ‘Time for us all to sleep. Step-mama will be very annoyed if you’re not fit for work tomorrow!’ Tania gave a tiny sound of contentment and curled up into a ball by his side.
‘But …’ began Annabel.
‘What a greedy girl you’re becoming,’ he said mockingly. ‘Don’t tell me you wanted more?’
She felt her cheeks turn pink, and with as much dignity as she could muster got off the bed and started to dress. ‘No,’ she said shortly.
‘Now you’re the fibber! Never mind, I like responsive women. I expect your Matthew does as well.’
‘Sir Matthew is nothing to me,’ Annabel threw back, struggling back into her evening dress.
‘Well, I think I’ll see if I can change that. I’m sure he’d be as fascinated by you as I am, Annie. And I am fascinated you know, very fascinated indeed.’
Half-asleep, Tania heard the words and a sense of unease began to worry away at her. She forced herself upright and put a possessive arm round her naked stepbrother’s shoulders. ‘Not gone yet, Annabel? You’d better hurry. If Mother gets annoyed with you she’ll send you away, and you don’t want that, do you?’
‘I’m just going,’ said Annabel. ‘If you remember, you did invite me here.’
‘Yes; well, now we’re asking you to leave. There are some things we prefer to do in private.’
‘Good night, Annie!’ called Crispian when she closed the door behind her.
As she walked back to her room Annabel tried to imagine what the pair of them could possibly do that even they considered required privacy.
Chapter Seven
THE FOLLOWING MORNING a rather tired Annabel found herself breakfasting alone. It seemed that no one else in the house was up and about, apart from Lord Corbett-Wynne, whose day it was to go to London and take his seat in the House of Lords.
While she was drinking a final cup of coffee the maid, Mary, came in and told her that Lady Corbett-Wynne would like to see her in her rooms as soon as possible. With an inward sigh, Annabel managed to smile and swallowed the last of the strong liquid. She had a feeling that she was set on a collision course with her employer over the dining room.
Considering that it was only nine-thirty she’d quite expected to find the older woman in a robe, but to her surprise Marina was already dressed in a blue and lilac striped skirt and overshirt, beneath which she wore a dark-blue camisole top with an attractive embroidered neckline. Her hair was loose, making her look younger, and her face was carefully but lightly made up to accentuate her fine bone structure. She looked, thought Annabel, like a woman who had taken pains to look her best without wanting to appear over-dressed.
Marina smiled at Annabel. ‘I have to go out this morning and thought we’d better have a little talk about the dining room before I go. Last night I had the feeling that you weren’t in agreement with me over the alterations there.’
Annabel took a deep breath. ‘I know it’s a very dark room, but it does have wonderful character. It’s everything that people expect from a stately home in England. I really think that to try and turn it into something foreign by using the Italian influence would be a disaster.’
‘Indeed?’ Lady Corbett-Wynne’s eyebrows rose. ‘And what precisely do you have in mind then?’
‘I think that the wood could be re-stained in slightly lighter tones, and that soft, concealed lighting would be better than the somewhat harsh glare that’s over the table at the moment. A different carpet would also make a considerable improvement. If you chose something that used grey as the predominant colour but had traces of gold and red in the pattern it would still fit in with the general ambience of the room but –’
‘I don’t like the “general ambience” of the room; that’s precisely why you’re here, Annabel,’ responded Marina, her cheeks flushed. ‘Even walking in there is enough to take away my appetite. I want it light; white woodwork, cream walls and perhaps impressionist paintings instead of those terrible portraits of people who’ve been dead for centuries.’
‘White woodwork?’ Annabel couldn’t believe she was hearing correctly.
‘While I’m out,’ her employer said firmly, ‘I would like you to draw up a design based on the lines I’ve suggested. If that’s beyond you then perhaps you’d better return to London and I’ll find another interior designer.’
Annabel looked down at the floor, considering her position. The proposals were sacrilege; the dining room would be ruined, but to her shame she realised that she didn’t want to leave Leyton Hall. She was enjoying her sexual adventures there too much
to want to return to her previous existence of all work and no play, and she desperately wanted a chance to get to know Sir Matthew Stevens better. If that meant ruining the dining room, well, so be it, she thought suddenly. After all, she’d never have to sit there and look at the end result.
‘If you’re certain about this then I’m sure I can come up with something that will suit you, Lady Corbett-Wynne,’ she said politely. ‘I’ll spend the morning making some rough sketches and perhaps we could go through colours and fabrics later this evening.’
Marina nodded graciously. ‘I look forward to that. Fabrics are quite a passion with me, you know. Now I really must be going. I’m hoping to choose my puppy today. I’ve never had a dog of my own, not since I was a child.’
‘There are plenty of dogs in the house!’ said Annabel. She was puzzled.
‘All badly behaved and owned by other members of the family. This one will be mine.’
Annabel nodded, but as she left she thought to herself that it was far more likely Lady Corbett-Wynne had really been thinking of Sir Matthew Stevens when she spoke. She tried to picture the pair of them together, but failed. Her employer was so cool and self-contained. She gave the impression of a woman who would never lose control of herself, while Sir Matthew seemed the type of man who’d take his pleasure lustily and without too much regard for dignity.
‘You’re jealous!’ she said to herself, making her way to her room to collect her notebooks.
‘Jealous of whom?’ enquired Crispian, emerging from his room as she walked past.
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