by Nina Lane
“Yes,” Lydia murmured, not without an odd glimmer of pride. “I did.”
“Good.”
The jodhpurs around Lydia’s knees were constricting her movements and expanding the taut circle of arousal burgeoning in her loins. The hay scratched rather deliciously at her knees and thighs, and she could almost feel the hot burn of Gabriel’s green eyes as he looked at her half-naked, prostrated form.
She gasped suddenly, her limbs stiffening with shock when she felt the unmistakable touch of Gabriel’s tongue flicker against her innermost crevices. She tried to rise onto her hands in some strange need to protest, unable to believe what he was doing for her, but he placed his strong hand on the back of her neck and pushed her head gently down again.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, his tone mild.
Lydia pressed her face against her forearms, quaking with a waterfall of aroused anticipation and stunned gratitude. Gabriel held her bottom cheeks in his hands, opening her fully for the penetrating quest of his lips and tongue.
A whimper of sheer delight escaped Lydia’s throat as she felt the tip of his tongue begin to stroke the humid folds, sliding with heavenly ease down one side to circle around her juicy bud before ascending the other side. His mouth sealed passionately over her bared sex, his fingers digging with increasing force into the pale, trembling buttocks uplifted so temptingly before him.
Lydia’s sensitive flesh pulsed in response to the wet contact, her nerves tightening with urgency. The sensation of Gabriel’s big hands holding her so open augmented both her arousal and sense of submission, only this time she had no desire to cover herself. She realized it was the first time in ages she had indulged in erotic activities that weren’t colored by fear and shame.
“Oh!” Lydia cried out with pleasure when his tongue delved into the taut hole of her sex, his saliva mingling with her female emissions. “Gabriel, oh yes, that’s so good…please…”
Unlike with Preston, her plea was one of lustful encouragement. Lydia pushed her hips back as if to impale herself upon his agile tongue, and he obliged by thrusting it deeper into her. Her inner flesh clenched around him with instant greed.
Gabriel muttered something low in his throat as he flicked his tongue with leisurely enjoyment in and out of her body before sliding it back around her labia. Lydia gave gasping, little cries, her body jerking in reaction when he closed his lips around the tight sphere of her feminine core while he slipped a finger deep into her elastic passageway.
Lydia’s thighs quivered with the effort of maintaining charge of her climax. With Gabriel pleasuring her so willingly, she wanted from the depths of her being not to disappoint him by reaching her apex before he had granted her permission.
She started in surprise when his long forefinger trailed along the furrow of her backside before pausing at the opening of her anus. Her spine tingled with a bolt of excitement when he pressed his finger against the tiny fissure until her muscles relaxed to allow him access.
Lydia began panting, her mind awash in nothing but rapture as Gabriel expertly stimulated her most intimate regions. His finger moved easily back and forth into her gripping sheath while his lips and tongue continued to work with hungry insistence at the slick flower of her sex.
Lydia moaned low and deep, her hands clutching at fistfuls of hay as she fought not to succumb to the carnal pressure spreading throughout her blood. Perspiration dripped from her skin, dampening her white shirt and the cotton brassiere she wore when riding. Her nipples pressed with gratifying friction against the damp material, evoking the salacious desire to feel Gabriel’s fingers plucking the crests.
In an audacious but meager substitute, Lydia ripped at the buttons of the shirt and tugged down the cups of the bra to allow her breasts to fall into her own eager hands. Lowering her forehead into the fragrant hay, she began massaging the succulent globes, twisting the nipples between her fingers to feel the shocks of pleasure that traveled clear down to her toes.
“Gabriel,” she gasped in desperation as her body began to tremble with the need for relief. “Oh, Gabriel, please…I can’t…”
He lifted his mouth from her sex only long enough to huskily consent to her release before closing his lips around her clitoris again and sucking as he pressed two fingers of his other hand into her humid channel.
Lydia could suspend her rapture no longer, and one more hard rasp from Gabriel’s tongue sent her spiraling over the edge into an exhilarating collision of stars. She cried out with both happiness and carnal ecstasy as Gabriel lovingly milked every last, rich sensation from her throbbing sex.
When he finally eased away from her, Lydia collapsed onto the pile of hay, her heart filled over the sheer splendor of having a man please her so thoroughly without any lingering emotions of shame. When the threads of lust began to ebb from her mind and body, she turned to look at Gabriel over her shoulder.
He was sitting back on his heels, watching her with a gentle expression, his hand still resting possessively upon her bottom. Lydia drew in a breath, her chest heaving as she met his verdant eyes. She lifted a trembling hand to brush away damp strands of hair clinging to her neck and forehead. A sudden feeling of shyness rose within her.
“I…aren’t you going to…to satisfy yourself?” she asked, then blushed crimson at the sound of the words.
He didn’t respond. His eyes were hot with lust, his breathing rapid. The heavy bulge in the front of his trousers further indicated his own arousal, but he didn’t move to take her in the way that both Kruin and Preston enjoyed.
Lydia slowly rose to her knees, her shirt still gaping open to expose her hard-tipped breasts, her jodhpurs still around her knees. Without covering herself, she moved toward Gabriel and reached for the zipper of his trousers.
She dipped her fingers into the hot space of his groin and closed them around his shaft, then bent to take the length of his erection into her mouth. Her body quaked with a renewed shiver of arousal when she tasted him so warm and heavy upon the surface of her tongue.
His hands delved into her hair, his fingers curving over her scalp as she began sliding him in and out of her mouth. A groan escaped him as his member expanded from the erotic rhythm of Lydia’s fingers and tongue. She sucked him deeply, reaching down to caress the twin sacs tucked so tightly between his legs, loving the taste and sensations of his body.
Lydia slackened her lips when Gabriel began thrusting gently into her mouth, the sound of his breath filling the air. It was not long before he groaned, his body stiffening as he erupted into Lydia’s mouth. She tightened her fist around him and swallowed every drop of his creamy fluids, stroking her tongue over his shaft as his tumescence slowly ebbed.
They were both quiet for several long moments before Gabriel zipped up his trousers. He bent to press his lips against her forehead. Lydia stretched out in the hay and closed her eyes, feeling him lie down alongside her. His fingers threaded through her hair.
“How long have you been at the plantation?” Lydia asked.
“Two years.”
“And have…have there been other women here?”
“No,” Gabriel said. “You’re the first and only woman to live here.”
Lydia smiled faintly and opened her eyes to look at him. “But others have visited, then.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Who?”
“Just friends.” He gave her a gentle smile. “Not professionals, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Isn’t it dangerous to have them here?”
“No. Coming here is a sanctuary for them, just as it is for you. They don’t want anyone to know they come here. And they know their privacy will be well protected.”
“Do they like…I mean, do they want you to…to do the same kind of things that…” Lydia’s voice trailed off as color rose to paint her skin.
Gabriel looked at her for a minute, stroking her hair away from her forehead.
“To do the same kind of things we do to you?” he asked
.
Lydia nodded.
“Yes. I imagine that’s one of the reasons they come here.”
“But do they…do they actually like it?”
“From all evidence, yes, they do.” He continued looking at her, his green eyes oddly intent. “The question is, do you?”
Lydia broke her gaze away from him and pressed her forehead against his chest. She had no idea how to respond to his question.
“I don’t know,” she confessed. “I get physical pleasure, of course, but I don’t like the pain or humiliation.”
“Are you certain of that?”
Lydia lifted her head in surprise. “Why wouldn’t I be certain?”
“Think about it. How aroused were you when Preston whipped you?”
“Very, but that was because of what I’d told him.”
“About losing your virginity?”
Lydia nodded. “The memory aroused me. Not the whipping. Like Kruin and the belt. That was just painful.”
“It didn’t excite you to know how much we all wanted you then? How luscious you looked spread out like that, lashed all pink and white like a peppermint?”
Lydia shivered. She hadn’t yet thought she might have some degree of power in the twisted relationships she had with the three men.
“It may be exciting to a degree,” she allowed. “But when you don’t have a choice in the matter, it—”
“What did you just say?”
His words were so abrupt that Lydia realized immediately she’d said the wrong thing.
“I didn’t mean I don’t have a choice,” she amended hastily. “Of course I do. I choose to be here. I just meant that sometimes I don’t feel as if I have any control.”
Gabriel stood, dusting needles of hay from his trousers. “You always have control, Lydia. If you remembered that, you might realize the true depths of your pleasure.”
He started to walk away. Lydia spoke before he could leave.
“Gabriel.”
He turned to look at her. His green eyes seared through the hot, dim light.
“Jane,” Lydia said.
“What?”
“Jane. My name is Jane.”
His mouth curved into a slight smile. “I’ll see you at dinner, Lydia.”
He left the stable, pulling the door closed behind him. Lydia watched him go, letting his words filter through her mind as she stretched out in the hay and drifted into a shallow sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Preston swallowed the last of his wine and looked across the table at Lydia. She had a natural grace about her, which was fused with her voraciously carnal nature. Although Preston suspected Lydia was unaware of it, her innate eroticism colored her every movement.
He had seen her stretch like a cat in a pool of dense sunlight, run her fingers through her hair as a breeze ruffled the dark strands, slide her bare legs over the grass to feel the velvety texture caress her calves and the soles of her feet. Now her head was bent as she concentrated on her dessert, her silky hair falling forward to brush against her cheek.
With an elegant sweep of her fork, Lydia sliced a generous portion of rich, chocolate torte and placed it between her lips, her eyelids drifting down slightly as she tasted the pleasure of the thick, bittersweet dessert. She chewed and swallowed with a sigh of delight, her pink tongue flickering out to capture a sugary crumb from her full lower lip.
As she reached for her wineglass, she glanced up and unwittingly met Preston’s blue eyes. She jerked back slightly, as if startled that he had been watching her in an unguarded moment. Her hand trembled as she tore her gaze from his and lifted the glass to her lips.
Preston’s mouth twisted in a satisfied smile. How charming of her to blush because he had observed her sensual enjoyment of a chocolate dessert. Even her blushes gave her snowy skin an enchanting reddish hue, bringing to mind images of succulent fruit and milk.
Yes, Lydia’s deep eroticism reached into areas far beyond overt sexuality. It extended into every aspect of her being.
He loved the fact that she continued to be fearful of him, although he was increasingly annoyed by her closeness to Gabriel. The younger man seemed to have a different kind of power over their captive, one that caused her to want to pleasure him without coercion.
Although, Preston reminded himself, coercion made things ever so much more interesting. He suspected he would never grow tired of seeing his haughty Lydia burn with shame as she struggled to control her pleasure at their authoritarian hands.
Preston was extremely pleased with how their little arrangement was working out thus far. Lydia was becoming quite adept at obeying some of their orders, although not without that inner flame of defiance that continued to flash in her brown eyes. She was also proving to be rather hopeless at controlling her orgasms.
Given Lydia’s innate sensuality, Preston could understand her difficulty in suppressing her excitement, but of course that didn’t mean she wouldn’t pay for her disobedience. He rather hoped she would not learn control anytime soon, if only to provide him with a most excellent excuse for administering punishments.
After they had finished dessert, Gabriel disappeared into the library while Kruin went to his bedroom to do some computer work. Preston requested that Lydia join him in the drawing room, which she reluctantly did.
Considering he had several upcoming punishments planned for his lovely captive, Preston decided to forgo a whipping tonight in favor of making Lydia do the work instead.
He particularly enjoyed sprawling out on one of the plush chaise lounges and commanding her to strip and then sit astride him. Her skin burned with embarrassment as she slipped out of her dress and climbed atop him, positioning herself over his groin. Her elegant hands trembled as she obeyed his command to massage his penis until it was hard enough to guide into her body.
Then when his pulsing shaft was buried within her honeyed depths, Preston leaned back and ordered her to work herself on his prick. He knew she hated this part the most, for not only did she have to endure his hot gaze on her face and breasts, but her movements caused an inevitable spiraling of her own arousal.
“Do it, Lydia,” Preston said harshly when she hesitated.
Her eyes flashed with dislike, but she began to slide along the length of his shaft. The delicious friction stimulated Preston’s loins within seconds, and he reached up to massage her firm breasts, tweaking the large crests between his fingers.
“Don’t make me order you again, Lydia,” he warned, knowing what would eventually transpire. “You know what I like to see.”
Two spots of color appeared high on her cheeks. She didn’t look at him, as if too ashamed to even meet his gaze as she slowly increased the pace of her ride.
As she did so, a dark expression of arousal began to melt away the defiant look in her brown eyes. Her ruby lips parted as little panting noises emerged from her throat and a light sheen of sweat broke over her skin. Soon her body was bucking with increasing frenzy upon his, providing Preston with the extremely luscious display that never failed to heighten his stimulation to unfathomable levels.
Lydia’s moist breasts bounced delightfully each time she thrust herself down onto his stalk, the curves of her hips and belly quivering in time with her movements. As her excitement began to eclipse her prior shame and anger, she braced her hands upon his chest to strengthen the force of her pumping. Her thighs, sleek from her many horseback rides, tensed and flexed as if, indeed, she were riding a horse.
Preston watched her with an intense feeling of satisfaction and power. Lydia’s head fell back as she succumbed to the pistoning of his stalk and the inescapable flames it sparked within her. Moans began to escape her open mouth, and Preston pulled her toward him so he could close his lips around the lush, jutting tips of her breasts. Lydia shrieked with a hint of dismay, but pushed the full mounds against him as if silently begging for more.
Preston stroked his hands over the curves of her sweat-dampened torso to her plump buttocks, whose c
ushions he proceeded to strike with short, hard blows. Lydia yelped with surprise, but did not cease in her furious riding of his oiled shaft.
Her delectable bottom was soon burning from the force of Preston’s hands, and it wasn’t long before he felt her entire body tighten in a desperate effort to forestall her climax. He had learned to recognize the signs, and he smiled to himself as he watched Lydia’s inner struggle. Her eyes closed tightly, her fist clutching hard around a sofa pillow, her hips rocking back and forth with slower movements.
Preston landed another spank on her rump.
“Move!” he commanded in a harsh voice. “I want to see those lovely breasts bouncing.”
Lydia gave a groan of dismay, but increased the pace of her body once again until finally she seemed to go pliant with resignation. She rode him harder and faster, leaning forward to obtain the most pleasurable position for herself, and then a cry of rapture tore from her throat as her body shook with a suffusion of vibrations.
The sensation of her convulsing around his shaft was too much for Preston to bear, and within seconds, he pulled out of her and shot copious fluids over her shorn vulva.
They were both panting hard as the final pulses traveled through their blood. Then a cloud of shame descended over Lydia’s expression as she climbed off him and went to retrieve her dress, wiping away trails of semen that trickled down her thighs.
“Don’t you have something to say to me?” Preston demanded.
Lydia’s fists clenched on the cotton, but she turned to look at him.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered.
“Sorry for what?”
“For…for taking pleasure without permission.”
“As well you should be,” Preston said with mock derision. “Honestly, Lydia, you’re just out of control, aren’t you?”
He rose to pull on his trousers, then yanked the dress from her grip and tossed it aside.
“You won’t be needing that tonight,” he informed her. “I’m thinking that tomorrow morning, I might give your gorgeous backside another ride. Won’t that be enjoyable?”
