She was incredibly excited by the fact that he had no idea what was happening to him, and let her fingers play up and down the stem of his growing erection, feeling it engorge with excitement until it was standing up rigid and erect, yet still Steve slept.
Releasing her sleeping lover for a moment, Marianne put her hand between her thighs and slowly moved her fingers in circles around her clitoris. Her breathing was becoming heavier and her desire mounting. Turning back to Steve, she grasped his erection with one hand and lowered her body on to it, feeling the delicious hardness of him sliding up inside her. Instinctively her muscles tightened with a contraction that heralded impending release, and it was then that Steve’s eyes opened.
‘What on earth...?’
‘Keep still,’ she urged, bending forward so her nipples were near his mouth. ‘Just relax and let me please you.’
‘You might have woken me up first.’ He sounded disgruntled.
‘Isn’t it more exciting this way?’ she teased.
‘Exciting for who?’
‘For both of us.’
‘I feel as though I’m being used.’
Marianne couldn’t understand his reaction. ‘Most men would love this,’ she said.
‘How do you know?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know, but I imagine they would. I thought you were enjoying the fact that our sex life was more adventurous now.’
‘I was, but that was before you went all peculiar on me.’
‘Don’t spoil it,’ she begged him, feeling her excitement beginning to fade.
Almost reluctantly, he took a rigid nipple between his teeth and lightly caressed the end of it with his tongue. She wanted to beg him to be rougher with her, to nip at the sensitive flesh, to grasp the swollen mounds with his hands, letting his fingers dig deeply into her skin, but she knew she couldn’t. At least the touch, however gentle, was an added aphrodisiac and once more hot desire flared in her.
Slowly she raised and lowered her hips again, still rhythmically contracting her muscles around him, and his hips responded so he was soon thrusting up into her. ‘I’m going to come in a minute,’ he gasped.
‘Not yet,’ she begged. ‘Wait a few more seconds. I’m nearly there now.’
She made a conscious effort not to grip him so tightly and slowed her pace. Immediately, some of the tension went out of his body and the moment of danger passed. Urgently she fed her nipple back into his mouth. ‘Please, keep sucking,’ she pleaded, and although she could tell he wasn’t happy about it, he did as she asked. Soon she was tingling and the pressure of impending release grew almost unendurable. Certain that she, too, was going to come, Marianne speeded up the movement of her hips, rising and falling on his rigid shaft as glorious flashes of pleasure spread through her lower belly.
She was only just in time. As her climax swept over her and she threw her head back with a tiny mewl of delight, Steve shuddered and she felt him spilling his hot seed inside her until finally he was completely spent.
‘Wasn’t that good?’ she panted.
‘It was all right.’
He wouldn’t look at her, and Marianne slipped off him. ‘I thought it was a good way of waking you up,’ she murmured dejectedly.
‘It’s a bit early, isn’t it?’
‘Oh, what’s the matter with you?’ she snapped.
‘I don’t know,’ he admitted. ‘I suppose it’s you. You’ve changed so much and I can’t get used to it. I still don’t really understand what’s going on.’
Marianne sighed. ‘Nothing’s going on. How many times do I have to tell you that?’
Steve rolled to the side, turning his back on her.
‘I’m getting up,’ she said impatiently. ‘Do you want a cooked breakfast before you leave?’
‘What time is it?’ he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow.
‘Six.’
‘Great! I could have slept for another hour. I didn’t need to get up at this time.’
‘Well go back to sleep then,’ she said, furious with his sulking.
‘No, it’s all right. I might as well get up now you’ve woken me.’
‘Is that how you see it? That I “woke” you?’
‘How else am I meant to see it?’
‘I was making love to you.’
Steve shook his head. ‘No you weren’t, Marianne. We had sex, but that’s not the same thing and you know it.’
They ate breakfast in total silence. When Steve left he kissed her perfunctorily on the cheek. ‘See you soon.’
‘When?’ she asked.
‘Two or three days, I’m not sure exactly.’
Marianne stared at him. ‘You won’t tell me, will you? You still believe I’ve got a lover.’
‘I don’t know what I believe any more. When I get back we must have a good talk about our future. Also, I’d like to have a look at this book of yours. By the way, when I went to the study just now there was a fax there from Angela. She says you promised to fax her some pages two days ago, but she’s not received them.’
Marianne clapped her hand to her mouth. ‘Damn, I forgot!’
‘Perhaps you should spend less time daydreaming and more time getting on with your work,’ he said caustically. ‘Even Angela might lose patience with you in the end, you know. Then where will you be?’
Marianne didn’t answer him, nor did she go to the front door to see him off. ‘Oh, Edward,’ she murmured, sitting at the kitchen table. ‘What are we going to do?’
All at once she wanted to return to the past. She had no desire to write any more of her book or fax any pages through to Angela. All she wanted was to go back through the years and be Judith Fullick’s companion again. Nothing in modern life was nearly as satisfying. Her everyday life had become mundane and boring, and her flesh craved the kind of forbidden excitement that Edward had tutored her in so well.
She did everything she could to conjure up images from the past and find a way back. She wandered from room to room. She sat in a chair, closed her eyes and visualised them all. She even went to the outhouse and sat, feeling slightly ridiculous, with her wrists in the iron rings, but it made no difference. She remained in the modern day, unable to get back to her lover.
‘It isn’t fair,’ she muttered, returning to the house. ‘Why isn’t there a password or something that takes me straight back?’
Eventually she settled down to work, faxing pages of her first chapter through to Angela and then carrying on with the next chapter. The story still flowed well and she was pleased with the sexual dynamics between her hero and heroine, but they were a poor substitute for the real thing.
At eleven o’clock she was grateful to hear the doorbell ring. At least it gave her an excuse to temporarily leave her work.
‘Hi,’ said Sandra when Marianne opened the front door. ‘Are you busy writing?’
‘I was about to take a break,’ said Marianne. ‘Would you like to come in for a coffee?’
Sandra looked relieved. ‘That would be great. After last time I wasn’t sure whether I should call in or not.’
‘I don’t mind you calling in as long as you realise that sometimes you’ll get sent away again,’ laughed Marianne.
‘You seem happier,’ said Sandra. ‘Is the book going better?’
‘Yes, I suppose it is.’
‘Steve was home last night, wasn’t he?’
Marianne nodded. ‘He popped back for one night.’
Sandra smiled. ‘You must both be very much in love still. I don’t think Graham would go to that much trouble.’
Marianne wondered what Sandra would say if she told her Steve had really come back because he’d hoped to catch her with a lover. There wasn’t any point; it would only make her seem peculiar again and she was anxious to prove to Sandra that she was very normal. ‘You know what me
n are like,’ she said lamely.
‘I vaguely remember,’ laughed Sandra. ‘Some of the magic wears off after five years of marriage.’
‘Is instant coffee all right, or shall I grind some beans?’
‘I really don’t mind,’ said Sandra, sitting down by the kitchen table. ‘You know, this is a lovely room. I can understand why you don’t want to modernise it.’
‘Thanks, I...’ began Marianne, but she stiffened as she saw Judith, and she wasn’t alone.
Tabitha was standing naked at the old kitchen sink, shivering, with her bare feet on the stone floor. John was tethered in the same corner of the kitchen where Marianne had once been tethered, and he was naked from the waist down. His erection already looked painfully tight and Marianne guessed Judith was inflicting some kind of punishment on him once again.
‘Instant coffee will be fine,’ said Sandra brightly.
‘I’m sorry?’ murmured Marianne.
‘I said instant’s fine.’
Marianne didn’t know what to do. The kettle was on the worktop to the right of where Tabitha was working, and to her eyes the worktop no longer existed. Instead, there was a rough wooden table pushed against the wall. She couldn’t think what to do. ‘I tell you what, how about some squash?’ she asked.
Sandra looked surprised. ‘Well, I...’
‘This lemon squash is delicious,’ Marianne assured her; grateful that at least the table remained the same. There were already two glasses there and she took them over to the sink. As her fingers tightened around the old tap she felt herself brush against Tabitha, but Tabitha gave no sign that she knew Marianne was there.
Nervously, Marianne filled the glasses with water and then returned to the table, pushing one in front of Sandra. She was vaguely aware that Sandra was talking but the words were meaningless, because Marianne’s attention was caught by the scene from the past taking place in front of her.
‘I need some preserves from the cupboard, Tabitha,’ said Judith, moving away from where she’d been standing next to John. ‘You’ll have to stand on the stool.’
Tabitha quickly dried her hands and, with difficulty, pushed a three-legged stool over to the cupboard. Then, with a nervous glance in John’s direction, she lifted one foot off the floor and clambered on to it. Marianne realised this meant John was gazing at Tabitha’s pubic mound, seeing it open up in front of him, and as she reached for the preserves her body was stretched tight, her back curved inwards and her large breasts arched forward.
Clearly satisfied with what was happening, Judith moved back to stand next to John. ‘You can only take me if I’m sure you’ve learned better self-control,’ she told him, and he bit his lower lip. A tiny drop of clear fluid dripped from the tip of his purple glans, falling to the stone flags. Crouching down, Judith let her tongue flick into the tiny slit and immediately John began to tremble.
‘Please, mistress, don’t do that,’ he begged her.
‘But you say you’re as mature as a man now,’ she reminded him. ‘A man doesn’t come until his woman’s satisfied.’
Marianne wondered how long this torment had been going on. John’s face was flushed, and his erection looked fit to burst. Obviously he’d already been kept waiting some time, but Judith didn’t seem to be in any hurry to release him.
When Tabitha got down from the stool, Judith called her over, then sat the girl on the end of the kitchen table, directly opposite where Sandra was sitting. She pushed Tabitha’s knees apart and then, as John watched, moved over to the sink, returning with a long curving carrot in her hand.
‘I don’t see why we should deprive Tabitha of her pleasure simply because you’re learning to restrain yourself,’ she commented.
‘I don’t want that inside me,’ cried Tabitha. ‘It’s indecent.’
‘Nonsense,’ mocked Judith. ‘And you’re lucky we’re so good to you.’ She dipped the carrot into a pot of grease before slowly starting to insert it into her serving girl.
Tabitha squirmed, trying to inch away from the invading vegetable, but Judith slapped her sharply. ‘Sit still, you stupid girl! You know full well that soon you’ll be enjoying this.’
Marianne thought it more likely that John’s pleasure would come first. She could see he was struggling to contain his excitement as he watched the carrot disappearing inside Tabitha. When Judith began to rotate her wrist, Tabitha’s whimpers of distress changed, and soon she was moaning despairingly. It was a moan that Marianne recognised. Despite what she’d said earlier, Tabitha was becoming very excited and when Judith began to massage the girl’s abdomen with her free hand, Tabitha cried out. ‘Oh, yes... yes!’ she sobbed.
‘Didn’t I say you’d love it?’ Judith gloated, urging the carrot inexorably deeper.
‘I can’t take any more,’ cried Tabitha. ‘It’s filled me up!’
‘I’ll be the judge of that,’ retorted her mistress. She turned to the tethered John. ‘I’m sure you’d like to be filling Tabitha right now, wouldn’t you? Look how she’s responding. See how she’s writhing so wantonly. Is this what she does when you’re fucking her?’
Marianne was shocked by Judith’s crude language; it didn’t suit her at all. But the young gardener interrupted her thoughts.
‘I’m going to come, mistress,’ he groaned. ‘I can’t stand watching it no more.’
‘In that case you’ll forfeit your opportunity to pleasure me,’ said Judith.
‘I want to mistress, I want to a lot, but watching Tabitha like this – it’s more than a man can stand.’
‘Perhaps you should keep still, Tabitha,’ Judith suggested. ‘Maybe if you kept silent and didn’t make your pleasure so obvious it would make things easier for John.’
‘Oh, ma’am!’ exclaimed Tabitha, and all at once her body convulsed as she climaxed.
Judith didn’t even wait for Tabitha’s last contractions to die away before leaving the girl and turning her attention back to the tethered gardener. ‘You’ve done very well,’ she said approvingly. ‘Perhaps you would be able to satisfy me now. Let me see how ready you are.’ Her hand closed around his shaft just below the swollen tip and, as her fingers gripped him, he shook his head despondently. ‘Oh no,’ he protested. ‘Please, let go mistress.’
‘I’m just making sure you’re hard enough for me,’ she said with a thin smile.
‘I can’t bear it,’ groaned John, and his hips began to pump furiously.
Marianne watched, dry-mouthed and incredibly excited, as creamy fluid spat from his swollen cock, coating his mistress’ fingers and dripping audibly on the floor below.
Judith waited until the last drops had fallen and then milked him tightly one final time. ‘How dare you?’ she hissed. ‘Do you have any idea what kind of punishment my brother would inflict upon you if he knew what you’ve just done?’
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ he cried.
On the table Tabitha, clearly over-excited by everything that was happening, began to move the carrot in and out of herself without even seeking Judith’s permission. Alerted by the sound of the girl’s heavy breathing, Judith turned to glance at her. ‘Have you learned nothing here?’ she shouted. ‘The pair of you will suffer for this.’ She pulled Tabitha off the table and forced her to her knees in front of John. ‘Start sucking him,’ she ordered her.
‘Don’t, Tabitha,’ cried John, but Tabitha, who always protected herself first, ignored his plea and closed her lips around the tip of his glans.
Suddenly, Judith looked straight at Marianne. ‘How long have you been there?’ she asked. ‘Have you enjoyed my little game? You look as though it’s excited you.’
‘It hasn’t,’ Marianne blurted hastily.
‘Sorry?’ said Sandra.
Marianne looked at her visitor in surprise. She’d completely forgotten she was there. ‘What?’
‘You said it hasn
’t,’ explained Sandra. ‘What did you mean?’
Marianne couldn’t think what to say. ‘You’d better go,’ she said abruptly.
Sandra stared at her. ‘Go?’
‘Yes, I don’t feel very well.’
‘What’s the matter? Do you feel dizzy? You’ve gone very pale.’
‘I don’t know what’s the matter,’ snapped Marianne. ‘I’d like to go and lie down for a while, if you don’t mind?’
‘I’ll bring you up a sweet cup of tea,’ Sandra suggested.
‘No!’ Marianne was desperate to get back to the past. ‘Don’t you understand? I want to be left alone.’
Sandra got to her feet in a huff. ‘There’s no need to shout. I was only trying to be helpful. If you’re ill you should see a doctor.’
‘I’m not that ill,’ Marianne said wearily. She wished the wretched girl would just go.
Sandra shifted uneasily, clearly wanting to say something. ‘Steve’s very worried about you,’ she blurted at last.
‘How do you mean, worried about me?’
‘He thinks you need to see a doctor.’
‘That’s because he’s paranoid,’ said Marianne. ‘He seems to imagine I’ve got a lover. I don’t know where he thinks I keep him hidden. In the outhouse, perhaps.’
‘You really don’t seem yourself,’ said Sandra. ‘You’ve changed since we first met you.’
‘Just go, will you,’ snapped Marianne, her voice rising. ‘How many times do I have to ask you to leave?’
‘All right, all right, I’m going,’ said Sandra, nervously backing out of the room. ‘I wish I’d never come now.’
‘So do I,’ said Marianne, but the moment the words were out she wished she could recall them, because Sandra looked absolutely stricken and she realised it was an unforgivable thing to say. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said hastily. ‘I’m under a lot of stress at the moment, and...’
Sandra picked up her bag and hurried out of the house, slamming the front door behind her.
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