The Bracelet

by Fredrica Alleyn

  When Jackie was finally still and silent, Laurence unfastened her collar from the ring on the wall and then removed her handcuffs. She stood in front of him, her eyes fixed on his face, and waited to hear what her punishment would be.

  Laurence looked calculatingly at her, and Kristina couldn’t help but contrast his expression with the way he’d looked at Jackie the first time she’d seen the pair of them in the restaurant. Then, despite the fact that Jackie had been wearing the bracelet, there had been respect and admiration in his eyes. Now there was nothing apart from sexual excitement and power. Somehow the balance of the relationship had changed, Jackie had lost something, something that Kristina felt was important and she knew that she must be careful not to alter her relationship with Tarquin in the same way.

  ‘Before I name your punishment, do you agree that it’s deserved?’ asked Laurence.

  ‘Yes,’ whispered Jackie, lowering her eyes.

  ‘Very well, what I’ve decided is that since you were unable to control your orgasm as I wished then I shall allow you to come as often as you wish, and for as long as I wish. Do you understand?’

  Jackie raised her eyes again, and this time there was a trace of fear in them. ‘You mean, you’ll make me keep coming until I can’t come any more?’ she asked softly.

  ‘Precisely, just as I did once before. If you don’t wish to play that game again then please remove the bracelet now.’

  Kristina watched as various emotions crossed her friend’s face. Excitement, desire and need battled with fear and something else, something very close to resentment, but then her face was calm again and she merely nodded in submission as she fingered her bracelet lovingly.

  Kristina was startled to hear something that sounded very like a sigh from Laurence, but then he was grasping Jackie by the hand and leading her out through the hall and into the conservatory at the back of the house. He gestured for Kristina to follow and as she walked into the airy room she saw that there was another man sitting on a cane two-seater chair waiting for them, a man she knew very well indeed.

  ‘Tarquin!’ said Laurence, with obvious delight. ‘I didn’t hear you let yourself in. You’re just in time to see Jackie disciplined.’

  Tarquin rose to his feet and his deep-set eyes met Kristina’s. She stared at him, uncertain what her role was now. Slowly he moved towards her and then from his pocket he removed the familiar thin gold bracelet. ‘Put this on, Kristina,’ he said gently. ‘I want you to sit with me and watch. If at any time there’s anything I wish you to do then I’ll tell you. You only have to obey me, not Laurence. Is that acceptable?’

  Kristina hesitated. She still wasn’t sure that she was ready for this step. So far she’d only been involved with threesomes, and Estelle didn’t belong to the society. The prospect of being with two men who were members, and another woman wearing a bracelet, was daunting but she was so aroused by all that had gone before that she knew that if she refused and walked away she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

  ‘Trust me,’ urged Tarquin, seeing her doubt.

  ‘If you’re not happy, just go,’ said Laurence sharply. ‘I want to get on with this.’

  Kristina looked to Jackie for guidance, and was astonished to see an expression of triumph on her friend’s face. Clearly Jackie expected her to leave, and was delighted at the prospect of being left alone with both Laurence and Tarquin. Her last lingering doubts vanished immediately and without any more hesitation Kristina stretched out her right arm and Tarquin slipped on the bracelet. Then he smiled at her and she ached for his touch.

  ‘I knew you wouldn’t let me down,’ he murmured. ‘Sit here, next to me, and we’ll watch together. First though I think I should undress you.’

  With surprising speed he removed her leggings, overblouse and silk underwear so that when she finally sat down she was totally naked, and for the first time felt as vulnerable as Jackie. ‘Carry on,’ murmured Tarquin to Laurence. ‘This should be very interesting.’

  Laurence, who was still naked and aroused, moved behind Jackie and pressed himself up against her back before reaching round and covering her eyes with his right hand. Instinctively Jackie’s right hand reached down to caress the top of his right leg but he ordered her to place both her hands between her thighs and then, with his right hand still covering her eyes, moved his left to caress her stomach, his fingers moving slowly across the softly rounded belly.

  ‘Right, Jackie,’ he murmured against her ear. ‘Now use your hands to give yourself an orgasm. I’m going to uncover your eyes, but you’re to keep them closed all the time. If you open them then you’ll have to be blindfolded, and I think it’s better that you discipline yourself for the punishment.’

  ‘Why can’t I open my eyes?’ protested Jackie.

  ‘Because I want you to lose yourself in the sensations, give yourself over to the pleasure and let nothing else intrude. I shall stay behind you for this first orgasm. I’m sure you can feel me.’

  Kristina was sure that Jackie could as well. His erection was nudging between her buttocks and now and again the swollen head would disappear into them causing Jackie to breathe more rapidly with excitement. ‘Begin,’ said Laurence crisply. Kristina’s lips were dry and she moistened them with her tongue as Jackie’s fingers got to work. At first she rubbed the fingers of her right hand in circular motions on the area just above where her sex lips began, moving her pubis against her fingers in slow forward-thrusting movements that increased in speed as her desire grew.

  ‘Kristina, put some massage oil on her fingers,’ said Tarquin suddenly, and he handed her a small glass bottle. Startled, Kristina crossed the floor to where her friend was still rotating her hips and pressing her pubic area, with her eyes tightly closed, while Laurence continued to stroke her belly and occasionally her breasts.

  ‘No, I’ve a better idea,’ called Tarquin as Kristina was about to take hold of Jackie’s free hand. ‘Open her sex lips and pour the oil down between them.’

  Jackie began to tremble with excitement at his words and suddenly Kristina was trembling too as she gently parted the other woman’s labia and then allowed several drops of the sweetly scented oil to dribble down over the exposed tissue.

  With a cry of pleasure Jackie’s hands moved lower and now her fingers moved far more rapidly. She used her right hand to massage around her clitoris while at the same time she inserted two fingers of her left hand just inside the entrance to her vagina until she located her G spot.

  Her breath was now coming in loud gasps as her body began to reach the peak of excitement. She was whimpering, the fingers of her right hand moving even more quickly but still very lightly as they circled round and round the hard nub of her clitoris until suddenly, as her belly tightened and the red flush of excitement spread over her breasts and neck, she flicked at the clitoral shaft and immediately she bent forwards with a cry of pleasure as her climax flooded through her.

  ‘Very good,’ murmured Laurence, kissing her exposed spine before pulling her back up against him. ‘I’m sure you could manage another one very quickly.’ Without another word he sank to the floor, drawing Jackie down with him so that he was kneeling and she was also kneeling with the backs of her thighs resting against the front of his. He kissed the side of her neck, nibbled at the corner of her mouth and then wrapping his arms around her began to stimulate her again between her thighs.

  ‘Give me a moment longer,’ pleaded Jackie, but Laurence ignored her. He looked over at Tarquin and Kristina. ‘She can easily come twice in quick succession, watch.’

  For several minutes his fingers were busy and then, as he’d predicted, Jackie started to whimper and moan again and her breasts swelled while her nipples stood out in rigid peaks.

  Kristina could feel her friend’s excitement, her own body was equally aroused and when Tarquin brushed a hand across her breasts she realised that they too were tight and swollen.

  ‘When Jackie comes, I want you to come as well,’ he murmured,
pushing her back against the cane chair before kneeling on the floor between her thighs.

  She was so ready for him that the moment he opened her up and she felt his tongue making long raking movements up her inner channel she began to quake with sexual tension and heard her own whimpers mingling with Jackie’s.

  Suddenly she heard Jackie give a sharp cry of ecstasy and immediately Tarquin circled her clitoris with his tongue and then flicked against it rapidly before drawing the whole nub into his mouth and sucking on it.

  She’d never climaxed that quickly before but her orgasm was already very close and she felt the explosion of heat somewhere deep inside her. Then she was crying out and her legs gripped the sides of Tarquin’s head as her muscles went rigid with the force of the climax.

  ‘I think it’s lucky you stayed,’ he commented drily as he sat back beside her. Still breathless and trembling Kristina couldn’t reply, but instead she looked across at Jackie who had now been drawn upright again and was facing them both but with her eyes resolutely closed.

  ‘Tarquin’s going to stimulate you now,’ Laurence informed her, and Kristina felt a moment’s disquiet. She hadn’t anticipated sharing her lover with Jackie. ‘While he does that, I’m going to take you from behind, so you need to bend forward from the waist.’

  ‘I need a rest,’ protested Jackie.

  ‘You rest when I say so and not before. Tarquin?’

  Tarquin rose to his feet and now he too removed his clothes and Kristina saw that he was as aroused as Laurence, his penis huge, the purple tip tighter than she could ever remember seeing it.

  For the next half hour, Kristina watched as the two men worked their sexual magic on Jackie. Tarquin stimulated her breasts with hot soft cloths and ice packs. He massaged her belly with a silk mitten and then a soaped loofah and she cried out with delight, squirming frantically at every delicious torment while Laurence took her from behind, or sat in one of the cane chairs and pulled her on to his straining penis. Time and again she was brought to a climax, and to the watching Kristina each one seemed even more intense than its predecessor until finally the exhausted, sweat-soaked girl sank into a heap on the floor protesting that she was unable to come any more.

  Tarquin touched Kristina lightly on the shoulder. ‘Can you make her come one last time?’ he asked, his head tilted to one side as he looked down on her.

  Kristina shivered. ‘I don’t think so,’ she whispered. ‘Not now, after all the pleasuring she’s already had.’

  ‘I want you to make her come again,’ he said. ‘We’ll hold her legs apart, then you caress her the way you’d like to be caressed. I’m sure you can think of something that will push her over the edge.’

  ‘What if I don’t?’ asked Kristina.

  His eyes were unfathomable. ‘Then you don’t,’ he said tonelessly, but Kristina felt sure there was much more at stake than he was telling her. Slowly she rose to her feet and watched as Laurence drew Jackie up on to a low, glass-topped table so that her back was supported by him. Tarquin then grasped each of her ankles and spread her legs wide. ‘Kristina is going to make you come, Jackie,’ he said in his deep, slightly accented voice. ‘I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.’

  ‘No, Kristina, don’t,’ begged Jackie, her voice husky and her body limp. ‘There’s no point. I’m finished for now. Please, leave me alone.’

  ‘I can’t,’ said Kristina. ‘Tarquin’s told me to do this, and I’m wearing the bracelet.’

  Jackie sighed and Kristina watched as Tarquin tied each of Jackie’s ankles to the legs of the table with soft cord, leaving him free to assist Kristina in what he thought would be the best way, by exciting her.

  As she started to lightly caress her friend’s inner thighs, stroking the soft skin with the most delicate of touches, Tarquin sat on the floor behind her and suddenly she felt herself being lifted from the hips and then brought down on to his erection.

  ‘We’ll work in unison,’ he said softly. ‘I’ll match my rhythm to yours. That way you and Jackie may both come together.’

  As he plunged deep inside Kristina she could have cried out with pleasure as the blissfully familiar sensation of fullness flooded through her. Now the ache that hadn’t been assuaged since she had first become aroused that evening was at last stilled, and as he moved her gently up and down on him, his fingers manipulating her clitoris at the same time, she knew that she was going to have the most wonderful climax.

  Jackie, unaware of precisely what was happening, could hear her friend’s rapid breathing and she squirmed helplessly against the twin restraints of Laurence’s grip and the ropes at her ankles.

  Kristina continued to caress Jackie’s tender tissue, taking care to spread oil over the sensitive area to make arousal easier. Just the same she could tell that Jackie was a long way from a climax, while her own was fast reaching the point of no return.

  Suddenly Tarquin slowed his movements. ‘Sorry, but you have to come together,’ he reminded her, his voice muffled against her ear. ‘Bring her on more quickly.’

  ‘I can’t!’ said Kristina despairingly, but then she remembered something that always worked for her and she moved her fingers until they were very lightly touching the skin around the opening to Jackie’s urethra.

  The moment she began to press against it, Jackie’s hips thrust upwards, and she started to gasp. ‘No, please stop! It’s too intense, and I’m exhausted, I can’t come, I know I can’t.’

  ‘You can,’ said Kristina firmly. ‘I know how this feels; it makes you tight and hot, your stomach feels ready to burst and even your legs ache with the pressure. Isn’t that true? Isn’t that what’s happening to you?’ As she talked she continued to massage the area, but at the same time her other hand was working at the flesh above Jackie’s pubic bone, pressing down firmly so that even more nerve endings from the same area were stimulated.

  Now Jackie was lost. Her body took on a life of its own, twitching and leaping with mounting excitement that was beyond her control and even as she continued to protest, her body began its relentless ascent to a final climax.

  ‘Good girl,’ murmured Tarquin, and now his clever fingers continued their skilled movements’ and he lifted Kristina up and down on his erection, faster and faster. Suddenly there was a flash of white light behind her eyes and she felt her whole body begin to spasm. With one final, almost cruel movement, her hand pressed hard above Jackie’s pubic bone and all at once the room was shattered by the loud cries of both women as they tumbled into a simultaneous orgasm that was the most intense either of them had ever experienced.

  When it was over Kristina leant back against Tarquin and he cradled her in his arms, but Laurence simply unfastened the exhausted Jackie and pulled her off the table. After a few minutes, when Tarquin had led Kristina back to the seat, Laurence brought Jackie, whose eyes were now open, over to them. ‘Right, this is where we change, then. Jackie, I want you to go with Tarquin for the rest of the evening.’

  ‘But I’m finished, I won’t be any use to him,’ protested Jackie.

  ‘It’s still what I want. Will you do it? Or do you wish to remove the bracelet?’

  ‘No, I’ll do it,’ murmured Jackie, to Kristina’s astonishment.

  Then, to add to her shock, Tarquin turned to her. ‘And I want you to let Laurence make love to you in any way he wishes. Do you agree? Or do you wish to remove the bracelet?’

  Kristina felt as though he’d slapped her. During the past hour she’d been closer to him than ever before, had really thought that she meant something to him and yet here he was handing her over to Laurence as though she was nothing more than some kind of modern slave girl.

  She looked at him with a mixture of pain and disbelief and then looked at Laurence. He was smiling, but the smile was cold, without any feeling at all and she knew then that despite his technical skill and undoubted sexual attraction, he was not a man she would trust to take control of her body while she was wearing the bracelet.

  ‘Well, Kristi
na?’ asked Tarquin calmly.

  She stood up and looked down at him. ‘I’m sorry, but that’s something I can’t do. I wish to remove the bracelet,’ she said firmly, and under the startled gaze of Laurence and Jackie she removed it from her wrist and handed it back to Tarquin.

  He took it from her and put it back in his pocket, his face betraying no emotion at all. ‘You’d better get dressed then,’ he said at last.

  ‘Yes,’ agreed Kristina, wishing that she didn’t have such a lump in her throat or feel so desolate.

  ‘Well, at least you’ve got Jackie,’ said Laurence. ‘I’m left with no one.’

  ‘Thank you,’ said Tarquin politely, ‘but I don’t think I want to take up your offer. I’m sure Jackie needs a rest, and I’d like to escort Kristina home.’

  ‘But she’s forfeited her relationship with you!’ exclaimed Laurence. ‘You don’t ever have to see her again.’

  ‘I’ve never had to do anything,’ Tarquin pointed out in a mild voice. ‘I only ever do what I choose to do, and it seems that Kristina is the same. I respect this, which is why I wish to escort her home. It’s been a very interesting evening, Laurence. Thank you for the entertainment.’

  As they left the room, Laurence turned to Jackie, his face tight with fury. ‘I’m leaving too, as soon as I’m dressed,’ he snapped. ‘Why didn’t you ever refuse anything I asked of you? Don’t you see, you spoiled it all in the end?’

  ‘Spoiled it?’ asked Jackie incredulously. ‘Surely that was the whole point of the society?’

  Laurence shook his head. ‘You became too involved on a personal level,’ he said sadly. ‘You changed. You adopted the persona of the bracelet all the time. You’re no longer the kind of woman I want, but I have the feeling that Kristina is exactly what Tarquin wants, and I have to say that if he gets her I really envy him.’

  Jackie was still screaming furiously at him when he finally left her house.

  Chapter Eleven

  A WEEK LATER, Kristina arrived home late, tired, but for the first time in the six days that had passed since Tarquin had seen her home from Jackie’s house, happy. Not that her happiness had anything to do with Tarquin. On the contrary, his continuing silence was a permanent ache that nothing could assuage; no, she was happy because she’d finally managed to make her peace with Lucretia.