Dark Obsession

by Fredrica Alleyn

  The moment she felt the moist roughness of his tongue’s surface moving across the sensitive skin around the nipple, Annabel heard herself give a low moan of pleasure, and then he was sweeping his tongue across the peak itself, going back and forth in leisurely movements that made her try to press forward for greater pressure. It was then that she remembered Luke’s presence, because his arm around her waist tightened its hold and she had to remain where she was and allow Matthew to dictate the exact pressure and strength of every movement. Her lack of control over events increased her excitement and between her legs she felt moist and swollen.

  ‘I think I’ll use the nipple clippers,’ Matthew said quietly, and Tania laughed with pleasure.

  ‘Perhaps I will, too,’ responded Crispian, who was fascinated by the heaviness of Amanda’s breasts and the length of her now erect nipples. ‘I don’t suppose Amanda’s ever experienced those before, have you, Amanda?’

  Annabel wished the two men would stop talking, she just wanted Matthew to get on with what he was doing, but for the others in the room it added to the thrill and Tania’s right hand crept between her thighs as she gently massaged her own clitoris.

  Matthew picked up two pairs of nipple clippers from the table and pressed the length of them against Annabel’s stomach so that she could feel their size. They were as long as normal kitchen scissors but made of plastic and when the handles were pressed together the opposite end opened up with two small insets in which the nipple could be encased.

  Annabel felt them against her, and then they were being applied to her breasts and her rigid nipples slid into the openings easily. Matthew then allowed the clippers to close and she felt a tightness around the base of the nipples, a tightness which made them ache in a way that was new and strangely pleasurable.

  Once both her nipples were encased Matthew tugged softly on the clippers, extending the nipples as far as they would go, and Annabel gave a muffled gasp of mingled excitement and fear as she felt her breasts being moved by the highly sensitive tips of the nipples.

  ‘Lovely!’ exclaimed Matthew, slowly easing the clippers back towards her body. Once they were in their original position he moved the clippers to the sides and again Annabel’s breasts moved as the nipples sent flashing sensations of excitement to her brain.

  ‘Do you like it?’ whispered Matthew. ‘Does it feel good?’

  ‘Yes,’ responded Annabel, her hips squirming despite Luke’s attempts to keep her still.

  He continued to use the clippers, occasionally releasing the nipples for a few seconds to allow her a moment’s respite from the intense sensations. Then he would begin again until she heard herself whimpering with increasing need for something different, a more intimate touch than the cool plastic.

  As she whimpered she heard Amanda start to protest. Her heavy breasts with the very long nipples were providing entertainment for the onlookers, but her body was fighting against the pleasure that could be gained from the delicious torment. Instead she was trying desperately to forget that the room was full of people and to concentrate on the fact that it was Crispian who was using her and so clearly enjoying her body.

  ‘Enough of that for me, I think,’ said Matthew at last, and Annabel’s nipples were released. He drew the red, swollen little buds into his mouth and sucked hard on each of them in turn. This time she felt the tight stirrings of desire between her thighs spread upwards towards her breasts and a slight flush began to cover her upper body.

  Matthew’s strong hands moved to her stomach and he rested one on each side of her waist so that he could knead her abdominal muscles with his thumbs. He pressed hard at first and then very lightly, until it felt as though every muscle in her belly was squirming and wriggling with excitement; her upper thighs trembled violently.

  ‘Where do you want me to touch you now?’ he asked.

  Annabel didn’t answer, she didn’t want the others to hear, but instead she moved her hips slightly forward until Luke caught hold of them and forced her to be still.

  ‘On your hips?’ queried Matthew, deliberately misunderstanding her, and she could have groaned with disappointment as he picked up a tiny paintbrush. He proceeded to use it to draw tiny circles over the incredibly sensitive skin of her hips until her lower body was jerking and shaking as the spirals of electricity shot through her.

  Annabel could feel a climax building deep inside her. The muscles of her belly were twitching and her heart was racing as her excitement increased. Matthew was well aware of her approaching orgasm. Her inner sex-lips were flushed a deep shade of pink, while on her breasts the area around the nipples had darkened and blue veins stood out prominently.

  Next to them, Amanda too was becoming aroused. Matthew could hear her quickened breathing, and when he glanced across he saw that, like him, Crispian was using a tiny brush. However, Crispian was using it along the creases of Amanda’s thighs and her legs were shaking violently at the delicious sensations he was arousing.

  ‘You mustn’t come yet,’ Matthew whispered to Annabel. ‘You don’t want Amanda to be the winner, do you?’ Annabel shook her head, but she had no idea how she was going to contain herself if his expert attentions continued for much longer.

  ‘Perhaps the hair dryer,’ he said thoughtfully, and as Luke kept Annabel quite still, Matthew picked up a small travelling hair dryer. Once Tania had plugged it in for him he proceeded to play a gentle stream of warm air over Annabel’s body.

  He started with the breasts, directing it over the whole area before concentrating on the nipples. He then moved it down over her straining stomach until she could feel it against her pubic hair.

  The sensation was delicious, a soft warm caress that both soothed and aroused until the dreaded tingling pulse that preceded her orgasm began to make itself felt behind her clitoris. Now Matthew parted her legs wider and then the warm air was blowing onto the clitoris itself. But before she could fully appreciate the feeling, he’d changed the setting to cold and suddenly the highly sensitive bud was covered by a chill breeze. The abrupt contrast in temperature brought the clitoris erect, and when Matthew inserted a finger into Annabel’s sex he could feel her tight moistness close around it. Very gently he moved his finger in and out until she was gasping with pleasure, every muscle rigid with tension and every nerve ending straining for release. Still she struggled to subdue the sensations as next to her Amanda also drew near the point of no return.

  For Amanda the whole experience was overwhelming. Not only was Crispian doing the most thrilling things to her body, she was also astonished to find that once she was over the initial shyness her excitement was actually increased by the fact that she was being watched. Every time she gasped or her hips bucked, Tania would utter a tiny sound that added to Amanda’s delight, because she knew that it meant Tania was jealous.

  By the time Crispian had used the nipple clippers and his tongue and fingers on her, as well as the diabolically clever little brush, she felt as though her body was ready to burst. But like Annabel she didn’t want to lose the contest and for the first time in her life she tried to damp down her responses.

  Aware of what she was doing, Crispian took a tube of clear lubricant from the table and spread it between her thighs, massaging it into every tiny crevice and working it around the base of her clitoris until the sensitive nub withdrew beneath its protective hood as the intense pleasure grew too great.

  With a smile, he placed a hand on the top of her pubic hair and pushed the skin upwards, drawing the hood away until Amanda’s clitoris was once more exposed. As soon as it reappeared he deftly slipped one of the clitoral rings that Annabel had found so satisfying over it and then stood up to look into her eyes.

  ‘Do you know what I’m going to do next, Amanda?’ he whispered, and she shook her head, her whole body aching with the need for release while her mind fought frantically to oppose her body’s needs. ‘I’m going to use the brush on your clitoris; use it very softly, brushing round and round over the top until I
drive you out of your mind with pleasure.’

  Amanda whimpered at his words, longing for the touch of the brush even though she knew it would be fatal because then her orgasm would tear through her and she would be helpless to control it. ‘First, though, it’s time you had some Bellini,’ he said softly, and at a signal from Crispian Michael started to pour some of the ice-cold liquid down over her shoulders. It streamed across her breasts and belly, running in random trickles along her nerve endings so that she found herself wriggling and shuddering and her orgasm grew even closer.

  Crispian’s questing hand between her thighs found her soaking wet and the clitoris, pushed up by the ring, was very moist with the combination of her own excitement and the lubricant he’d applied. For a few seconds he licked at the champagne drink, trailing his tongue over her rib cage and into her belly button, but then he crouched down and very slowly, just as he’d told her, he began to draw the paintbrush over the tight mass of throbbing tissue.

  Annabel, who was now enduring the cool air from the hair dryer on her breasts and across her collarbone, was aware of Amanda’s whimpers and then heard her crying, ‘Yes! Oh, yes!’ Knowing that the other girl was so close to release heightened Annabel’s own excitement and she felt her stomach muscles bunching as the insistent drumming increased between her thighs.

  Matthew couldn’t wait any longer to see her climax. He no longer cared if she won or lost, all he wanted was to see her body quaking and shuddering in the throes of bliss. Abandoning the hair dryer he knelt down on the floor and began to lick around the entrance to her opening, his tongue spreading her milky secretions up towards her clitoris. At the same time he reached behind her and pressed the cheeks of her bottom closely together and slightly forward, tilting her upwards against his tongue and putting delicate pressure on her anus.

  Annabel knew that the moment his questing tongue reached her clitoris she would explode and the sexual tension grew so intense that every part of her began to shake in anticipation. Suddenly the others in the room gathered around the two couples, moving in closer to watch the final moments.

  ‘Annabel’s going to come first,’ said Sheba, watching the way that Annabel’s body was trembling. ‘You’re very near, aren’t you, Annabel?’

  ‘So’s Amanda,’ remarked Tania. ‘I’m surprised at you, Amanda. I’d have expected you to have more shame but it seems you’re quite an extrovert. Don’t you love those clitoral rings, Sheba?’ she added, looking at the way Amanda’s nub was swollen and trapped as the brush approached it.

  Amanda’s breathing was fast and audible now, her mouth open and her cheeks flushed while Annabel’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back, the tendons of her neck rigid as the final moment of ecstasy approached.

  Matthew’s hands pressed the cheeks of Annabel’s pert little bottom tightly together and his tongue at last circled her clitoris. For a moment it touched it like a feather, but then as the red-hot sensations lanced through her he changed the tempo and began to flick at the tender tip, in a rapid rhythm that ended all hope she’d ever had of controlling her final moment of bliss.

  Just as her body responded, just as the straining, despairing tissue finally gave itself over to the shattering moment of climax, Crispian tenderly drew the paintbrush around the stem of Amanda’s trapped clitoris, spreading the cool lubricant as it went, and with an ear-splitting scream her body went into a series of violent spasms as her climax tore through her.

  Annabel was only seconds behind, but her relief at having won meant that she was able to obtain maximum pleasure from the moment as the heavy pulse seemed to explode deep within her pelvis and a warm rushing sensation of glowing heat suffused every inch of her body. Every muscle went rigid for a few brief seconds before she too was writhing and shuddering in Luke’s grip.

  Matthew, his penis tight and aching with desire, watched her climax, and when her lips parted in a tiny mewing cry of joy he poured some of the Bellini into her mouth. As it spilled over her chin and down her chest, he pulled her out of Luke’s hands and held her close to him so that he could drink it from her even as she orgasmed.

  At last both the women were still. The heavy, erotically charged silence in the room was broken, finally, by Luke. ‘Which one of them came first?’ he asked, his own excitement evident in his husky voice.

  ‘Amanda did,’ Tania said with a slow smile.

  Amanda opened her eyes and stared at Crispian with an expression that was almost fearful. ‘Does that mean I get punished?’ she whispered.

  ‘Afraid so. Don’t worry, it won’t be too awful. You did very well,’ he added, pressing his hand upwards between her thighs again and noting the way her body gave a final shudder. ‘You’ll just be tied up to the bedpost while you watch me with Tania and Luke with Sheba.’

  ‘Why do I have to be tied up?’ she asked in bewilderment.

  ‘In case any of the others want to use you while we’re busy,’ he explained casually. ‘They can use you in any way you like. You’ll be a sort of sex slave for the next session.’

  ‘I don’t want to be a sex slave,’ she protested.

  ‘Okay, you can leave then. Hurry up and get dressed. The rest of us are in a hurry.’

  Amanda’s eyes were huge in her face. ‘I don’t want to leave either!’

  ‘Well, you have to do one or the other. Which is it to be?’

  ‘I’ll be a sex slave,’ she said in a low voice.

  ‘That should be interesting,’ remarked Matthew as he helped Annabel over to sit on the bed. ‘Lucky for you she lost, don’t you think?’

  All at once everyone in the room became very busy, with the exception of Amanda, who stood passively at the foot of the bed waiting to see what happened. Tania handed a thin muslin nightshirt to Matthew, who pulled Amanda’s arms above her head and slipped on the shift. He and Annabel then led their temporary slave into the bathroom where Matthew ordered her into the copper bath. She stood uncertainly in it as he attached a shower head to the taps before indicating to Amanda that she should kneel.

  Annabel found the sight of the other girl obeying so meekly highly erotic, and reaching out she pressed on Amanda’s shoulders until she was in the right position. Matthew then let cold water from the shower head spray over the short muslin shift and Amanda gasped with shock as icy needles stung her skin. ‘Now step out,’ he said curtly. ‘Annabel, give her a hand, she looks a little wobbly!’

  Once Amanda was standing on the crimson rug that covered the floor by the bath Annabel realised that the muslin shift was now totally transparent, and due to the cold water Amanda’s full breasts were pushing outwards, the nipples elongated and hard. She tweaked them casually, and heard Amanda’s sharp intake of breath.

  Matthew laughed. ‘Try and restrain yourself, Annabel, there’s plenty of time for all that once the others get going. Bring Amanda back into the bedroom, we’ll fasten her to the bedpost.’

  Annabel worked swiftly and eagerly. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to start arousing the girl herself. She wanted to hear Amanda climax again, climax as she had done earlier when Crispian was working on her.

  Once Amanda was securely tethered, Crispian and Tania walked into the centre of the room and stood just in front of her, followed by Luke and Sheba.

  Despite her initial fear, Amanda was becoming excited. Her body was starting to warm up again, and the clinging muslin was like a continuous caress against her skin, making her wriggle within her constraints. ‘Stand still,’ said Matthew sharply, noticing what was happening. ‘You’re here for our pleasure, not your own.’ Amanda immediately stopped moving, and then stared at the two couples in front of her as they began to make love.

  Annabel watched closely while Crispian ran his hands all over his stepsister’s body, moulding them to her curves and letting his fingers trail delicately into every hollow. Tania closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her. At the same time Luke was working on Sheba, but in a very different way. He covered her entire body in a jellylik
e lubricant which he then proceeded to spread between her thighs, dipping his fingers into her entrance and working it in there with extra care while Sheba squirmed and quivered with rising desire.

  Once he was satisfied with what he’d done, Luke produced a pair of soft studded latex balls joined together by a piece of cord, and leading Sheba over to the bed he got her to lie across it width-ways with her legs outspread and feet just touching the floor so that he could insert them into her vagina while Amanda watched.

  Sheba gave a soft groan of pleasure as they were inserted and her hips lifted off the bed, twisting slightly to increase the sensations that the studs produced if the pelvis was moved. When they were both inside her, Luke pressed the palm of his hand heavily upwards against Sheba’s vulva and this pressure against the encased balls caused a tiny orgasmic ripple to travel through the coffee-skinned girl’s long body.

  When Sheba stood up she looked directly at Annabel, and Annabel could almost feel the stimulating pressure between her own thighs. She longed for Matthew to do something similar to her, but then remembered that it was Amanda they were to use for their pleasure this time. She glanced at him. ‘Do you think Amanda would like that?’

  ‘No, I wouldn’t!’ protested Amanda, but her voice was uncertain. Her breasts and belly were clearly visible through the clinging muslin and there was no doubting her excitement.

  Matthew bent casually down and drew one of her nipples into his mouth through the material. Once it was between his teeth he nipped softly at it until he felt it swell even more and then he expelled his breath so that the nipple and surrounding area were covered in a steady stream of warm air. Amanda moaned and tried to move from side to side so that her aching breasts could receive further stimulation, but she was too tightly bound to move sufficiently and she gave a tiny protest, quickly subdued.

  ‘Yes, I think she’d like it,’ Matthew said firmly.

  Annabel collected another pair of soft studded balls and then sat down and spread Amanda’s legs apart. Very slowly she let her hand creep up the girl’s legs until she touched the soft curls of her pubic hair. She was amazed at how heightened her own sexuality had become. If anyone had told her before she came to Leyton Hall that she’d find pleasure in scenes like this she wouldn’t have believed them. But now she seemed to have been taken over by a side of her that she’d never known existed and the pressure within her own body grew as Amanda’s breath caught in her throat at the touch of the slim, questing fingers.