David saw what she was doing. “Can’t you keep your thoughts to yourself, Amber? You’ve ruined all Andrew’s good work now,” he said, but he sounded amused, and Grace heard Amber laugh quietly in response. She hated her then, for her obvious closeness to David, and her casual dismissal of Grace’s desperate efforts to discipline her own body.
“I don’t think so,” said Andrew, spreading Grace’s arms and legs out until her body formed an X-shape.
Grace could smell the scent of sandalwood as he continued his massage. Now he concentrated even more on her breasts and also the top of her stomach. Because her eyes were closed the sensations were all the more intense. By the time Andrew started to vary the pressure as he stroked her, Grace’s whole body was tingling and hot.
He molded his hands around her breasts, lightly at first but then more and more firmly until the pressure was too much and she made a small sound of protest. Ignoring this, he continued to grip the burgeoning flesh tightly and her hips started to move restlessly on the bolster.
Only then did his grip loosen, and now his hands moved to her belly, where once again he pressed very lightly at first but then harder, his long, lean fingers digging into the mound of flesh just above her pubic bone.
Grace groaned as the first darts of hot pleasure began to spark, and she felt the familiar coiling sensation between her thighs that preceded her orgasms. Now his hands were on her thighs, parting them so that her sex was fully exposed.
Gently, stealthily, his hands gripped the tops of her thighs, his thumbs splayed out so that they could tease at the most delicate area of flesh at the very top of her inner thigh. Despite herself, Grace arched her body upwards, suddenly frantic for a more intimate touch as her swollen, aroused body longed for some kind of stimulation between her thighs that would release the pent-up tension.
“Stop!” she protested. “Please, just let me have a minute’s respite.”
“Be quiet, Grace!” said David harshly. “Don’t try to change what’s being done to you. That’s not allowed.”
“She doesn’t really want him to stop,” said Amber. “She’s desperate to come.”
“That’s true,” agreed David. “Tell us if that’s true, Gracie,” he added, with a touch of such calculated cruelty that Grace wanted to weep. “Tell us,” he repeated more firmly.
“Yes,” she sobbed, hating herself and them for what was happening to her body. “Yes, it’s true.”
“What is?” he persisted.
“I want to come,” she admitted, and hearing herself say the words served only to increase her longing for release.
She could hear herself whimpering with a mixture of pleasure and frustration, and heard too the sound of Andrew’s breathing and Amber’s soft laughter.
“It’s only been fifteen minutes,” said David, yet even his warning couldn’t stop her overwhelming need for satisfaction. Tiny cries escaped from her mouth as she moved her hips around, but Andrew was skilled at this game and never went near the hard, swollen nub of pleasure that Grace wanted, needed, to be touched.
For several more minutes he continued to stroke, press and caress her body and then, just as she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, something light brushed against the creases at the tops of her thighs. It felt like a piece of silk, and again her hips jerked upwards.
This time Andrew’s hands parted her sex lips and someone else—she had no way of knowing who as her eyes were still closed—drew the silken cloth upwards against her clitoris so that it was brushed three times with the softest of touches and then Andrew pressed down hard with the heel of one hand against her pubic bone while his tongue swirled around the frantic center of her pleasure.
Grace’s body jackknifed in a spasm of intense, almost overwhelming release and she cried out with pleasure as her long-delayed orgasm was finally allowed to explode. As it slowly died away her body continued to shudder, because the soft silken cloth was still being trailed between her thighs and it seemed as though the hot, sweet rush of release would never end.
Finally Andrew moved off the sofa, Grace lay still and the room fell silent. “Twenty minutes,” said David calmly. “You can open your eyes now.”
Feeling exposed and ashamed, Grace decided to keep them closed.
“I said open your eyes,” instructed David.
Reluctantly she obeyed him. He was standing at the foot of the couch, looking down at her sweat-streaked body with detached interest. “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to make out his expression in the shadowy light from the candles.
“Good. I’m not sure you’re totally satisfied though. I think you’re going to find it very difficult to last forty minutes with only one more chance of release. What do you think?”
Grace knew that he was right. Now that the last tremors of her climax had died away, she still felt aroused and receptive. She knew that David would be well aware of this, as he had often pleasured her multiple times before having his own orgasm. She bit on her lower lip. “I don’t know,” she lied.
“Oh I think you do,” he said, then sat beside her on the couch, his long, familiar fingers brushing her dark hair off her hot forehead. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “beautiful and insatiable. It’s an irresistible combination.”
“Then why isn’t it enough for you,” she asked softly. “Why do we have to come here and…”
He pressed three fingers tightly against her mouth. “Because it’s exciting and challenging. It’s impossible to be bored if you belong to the Dining Club.”
“But you’ve never bored me,” she protested.
“No whispering,” said Andrew with a laugh. “What next, David?”
“I think it’s my turn now,” said David. “Put the cushions on the floor, Amber.”
Taking hold of Grace’s hands he helped her off the couch.
Shamed by the way her wanton body had behaved, she kept her eyes averted from Amber and Andrew as David gestured for her to sit on a pile of cushions in front of a large chair, then watched him as he took off his clothes. The sight of his lean but muscular torso made her mouth go dry with desire.
She’d never been as obsessed with a man as she was with David. He was everything she’d dreamed of, or so she’d thought before he’d revealed his other life, and his need for the Dining Club.
Once he was naked he sat himself behind Grace, and she could feel his erection nudging against the base of her spine. He put his feet flat on the floor, so that his knees were raised.
“Put your legs round the outside of mine,” he instructed her, “then let your knees fall away to the sides.” Once she’d done this he hooked his feet under her ankles and moved his legs to open hers even wider, leaving her sex fully exposed to the watching Amber and Andrew.
“She’s still very moist,” remarked Amber, sitting down next to them and cupping Grace’s sex vulva in one hand.
Grace felt herself flushing with humiliation, trying not to think of how she must look to Amber and Andrew.
“Good,” said David, “I was counting on that.”
Grace’s breath caught in her throat as Amber touched her lightly on the inside of her sex lips before moving away and peeling off her dress. As Grace had guessed, she was totally naked beneath it.
“I’ll sit with Andrew and watch,” murmured Amber, crouching behind Andrew who was seated on the end of the couch.
“Remember to listen to the clock, Grace,” David reminded her.
She couldn’t see it from where they were sitting, but she could hear it very clearly. “How much longer before the hour’s up?” she asked.
“Thirty minutes, just thirty of those warning clicks,” he said. “Remember, failure now means you can never return here with me, and you know what that means.”
She did know. It would mean the end of their relationship, the end of any chance of him learning to love her as she loved him. She wondered how he could be cruel enough to remind her
of this now, when he was already putting some lubricant on his hands and reaching forward round the lower half of her body.
“Caress your breasts,” he whispered in her ear. “Play with them in the way you like me to play with them. Pull on the nipples, make them long and hard. Start now, so that we can work together.”
Grace swallowed hard. She was already aroused, but she could hear the click of the minutes, and in the quiet semidarkness the sound seemed to get louder all the time.
“Start now,” he whispered, “so that we begin in unison.”
Knowing she had to obey, Grace began to caress her nipples, and as they swelled she gently grasped the tips and tugged on them.
“Good,” said David. “Now relax against me and give yourself up to the sensations.” There was no gentleness in his voice now, he was giving her instructions, and she knew that she had to obey. Part of her was dismayed by this, yet another part was aroused. She was ashamed to realize that his detached yet skillful ministrations were arousing a darkly excited pleasure in her.
Grace leaned the upper half of her torso back against him, and felt his tongue licking her ear in gentle swirls. She shivered with delight, and then his hands were parting her sex lips, and his thumb and forefinger lightly circled her already swelling clitoris. All at once she knew what he was going to do.
“No, don’t!” she protested loudly. “That’s not fair. You know how quickly I come when you do that!”
“Quiet now or we’ll have to gag you. Arguing isn’t allowed.”
She began to panic. A loud click told her that another minute had passed, but she knew she mustn’t orgasm yet, there were still too many minutes left on the clock. “Please,” she begged him, and she heard Amber give a low laugh.
“She’s so sweet when she begs,” said the blonde. “If she passes this trial, she’ll be begging even more next month.”
Tired of waiting, David started to gently rotate Grace’s swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, and with the lubricant he’d put on his fingers mixed with Grace’s own juices it quickly swelled more. It was soon one expanding mass of delicate nerve endings, which she was terrified would bring her incredible pleasure far too soon.
“Now for the spin,” said David.
She didn’t dare protest, but as he began the slow rotating movement that always drove her out of her mind with pleasure she knew that she wouldn’t last very long.
The pressure was light at first, yet despite that her whole body tightened, and the tips of her nipples were hard and painful between her own fingers. Pleasure lanced through her body, streaks of it moving from her breasts to her pubic mound and she groaned in ecstasy as the tight, throbbing heat grew behind the core of all her pleasure.
David’s breathing quickened, and she felt a drop of moisture fall from his straining penis onto her back. He was almost as near to coming as she was, but that didn’t help her as he increased the amount of pressure on her clitoris and the speed of the rotating movement.
“Come now,” he murmured against her ear. “You need to come, I can tell. Let the pleasure start. Let it consume you. Think how good it will be when that tightness explodes and…”
His voice had exactly the effect that she knew he’d intended, tipping her over the edge, and Grace heard herself scream with a mixture of ecstasy and despair as her orgasm rushed through her overstimulated body. She arched backwards so that she was pressed tightly against her lover. Her lover, but also the man who had cleverly triggered her release far too soon. As her toes uncurled and the tension in her body ebbed away she wanted to cry at her own weakness, and David’s subtle cruelty.
“That only took fifteen minutes,” said Amber, her husky voice breaking the silence in the room. “That means she has to last fifteen minutes without another climax.”
“She’s probably too exhausted to climax again,” said Andrew, his voice kind and reassuring.
David laughed shortly. “I very much doubt it. What do you think, Grace?”
Grace didn’t answer.
Pulling her across the tops of his thighs, David looked down at her. “I asked you a question. You’re expected to reply.”
Staring up at him she couldn’t see any trace of the man she’d fallen in love with. His eyes were expressionless. He could have been a stranger, and yet unbelievably she didn’t think she’d ever wanted him inside her more.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I truly don’t know.”
“Well, we’ll soon find out. I think it’s time to bring in Laura.”
Chapter Four
Within seconds of David pulling on a tasseled bell rope, Laura walked into the room, and Grace realized that the others didn’t want to waste any of the fifteen minutes that were ticking away.
As Amber talked to Laura, Andrew pushed a wicker rocking chair into the center of the room. It had rounded metallic edging and a very small cushion on the seat. The two men then led Grace toward the chair, both of them caressing her upper body as they did so.
Out of the corner of her eye, Grace saw that Laura was peeling off a skintight black and white basque while listening attentively to Amber. Then as Grace was placed in the rocking chair, Laura came and stood by David.
“You know what to do?” he queried. She nodded. “Good. Then you’d better get started. She’s very ready, it shouldn’t take long.”
Even the words made Grace’s body tremble. He was right, and they all knew it. Her body was very ready for more pleasuring but she had to stop it from happening. She couldn’t fail this early on, not the first month. The prospect of losing David was unbearable.
Andrew stood behind the chair, then pulled Grace’s arms up and fastened her wrists together behind her head with a Velcro strip. “Put your legs over the sides of the chair now,” he said quietly.
As she obeyed, Grace felt the air on her hot flesh, and then she jumped with surprise as Laura knelt down in front of her. “What does she like best?” she asked David, her fingers straying up and down Grace’s exposed inner thighs.
“Your special trick will suit her,” said David.
Grace heard another click, and knew she was a minute closer to safety. As Laura put her head between her thighs, Andrew began to caress Grace’s breasts, which were thrusting upwards because of the way her hands were bound. His fingers moved over her flesh in a steady rhythm, and he kept sliding two fingers each side of her painfully hard nipples, so that he could squeeze them gently.
She was so busy struggling against that pleasure that she jumped with shock when Laura closed her mouth over Grace’s vulva, sucking on it for a few seconds while at the same time making the chair rock slowly back and forth.
“Open her up now,” said David, and Grace whimpered with fear. She’d heard another minute pass, but had no idea how much longer she had to last. She felt Laura’s fingers opening her sex lips, and then came the touch of the small, pointed tip of her tongue. Laura lapped at the exposed clitoris with firm sweeps and Grace felt her belly begin to tighten.
Her breathing began to quicken and she heard Amber say “This won’t take long.” The words should have been a warning, but they only aroused Grace more, as she struggled to control her body’s response to the dual stimulation from Andrew’s hands and Laura’s skillful mouth and tongue.
“Four minutes left,” said David, his voice thick with excitement. “Time for your party piece, Laura.”
Grace’s hips were twitching, trying to move upwards to the source of the pleasure, and she heard herself panting as the need for release from the hot tightness grew and grew.
Her whole body felt swollen, her breasts were aching, her lower belly trembling with need. She could feel the heat building behind her clitoris, which Laura was now encircling with the very tip of her tongue in a swirling motion that made Grace groan with despairing pleasure, a pleasure that was constantly increased by the gentle rocking motion of the chair.
“I said it was time for your specialty,” said David, and Grace cou
ld hear the excitement in his voice too.
“Nothing more,” she pleaded. “Please nothing more. I’ll come, I know I will.”
“Two minutes left,” said Amber gleefully.
“Don’t do anything more, please Laura,” cried Grace, unable to keep silent, but she knew that Laura would obey David, and her words counted for nothing.
“Be quiet, Grace! If you say another word you’ll fail the trial anyway,” said David sharply.
Laura paused for a second, her tongue motionless, and then she moved her head a little to one side, sucked lightly on Grace’s frantic clitoris and very gently pressed a finger against the delicate area just below it, around the opening to the urethra.
Grace gave a moan of frantic pleasure as a deep throbbing began and heat suffused the whole area. “No, don’t do that!” she shouted, but Laura continued sucking and licking Grace’s tormented bud of pleasure while relentlessly increasing the pressure of her finger.
Grace’s body could take no more. Her hips thrust upwards, the darts of pleasure merged into one and with a cry of despairing ecstasy she climaxed. Her whole body was racked by spasms of forbidden pleasure, and she sobbed aloud at her body’s weakness.
Andrew released her wrists, Laura moved away and Grace was left alone, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. She’d kept her eyes closed during the trial, but now she opened them and saw David standing in front of her.
“I tried,” she said, tears forming in her eyes. “Truly I did, but I couldn’t last any longer. I wanted to succeed and…”
“You did succeed,” he said gently. “You succeeded by fifteen seconds. Didn’t you hear the click before you came?”
Grace shook her head, and now the tears rolling down her face were tears of relief. Hastily she brushed them away with her hands, not wanting the others to see.
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