House of Pleasure

by Deborah Court

  Jane looked him in the eyes in a very provocative way. "Maybe you could convince me, Luke, if you meet me in the garden pavilion at midnight. We'll have more privacy there. Besides, I have to tend to my other guests now."

  "Just tell me one more thing," Luke said, reluctant to let her out of his grasp once again. "What about this Ryan? Who is he? And why does he look like me? Is he another creation of your vivid imagination?"

  Jane laughed. "Indeed, most of the guests tonight are, but he isn't ... well, at least I think he's real! I am not sure where he came from. I just found him knocking at my door a few days ago, and he seemed to have lost his memory, he didn't even know how he happened to be there. At first I believed that he was the real you, but later I found out that he was just another creation of the house. Sometimes it has its own will and gives me a present, something that I need without knowing it. But I knew that I wanted to get to know you, Luke - the real person, not just a dream."

  "And why is he still here, when you have me now?" Luke growled, feeling jealousy raising its ugly head again. "You just said that you need him?"

  "I think so," Jane answered honestly. "Although I don't know why yet. Ryan ... he may look like you but he's totally different. He seems to be romantic and kind. You can talk to him all night long. He'll pick flowers for me in the garden and bring them to me, or shower me with rose petals. He loves to sing under my window in the middle of the night. Oh, his voice is beautiful. And he can ..."

  "That's enough!" Luke thundered just as the music played pianissimo, causing several heads to turn around to them. "When this Ryan is so perfect, I don't understand why you wanted me here! I could as well go and ..."

  "YOU wanted to be here, Luke!" Jane shouted back, clearly upset now. "Yes, the house transported me to L.A. so we could meet, but admit it - you wanted to be with me from the first moment you saw me in the park! I haven't put a spell on you, if this is what you believe. You are here because this is exactly what you wanted. I only showed you the way. You can leave whenever you want, you've never been my prisoner! Just do the same thing that brought you here: lie down, close your eyes and count from ten backwards. Farewell and have a good life."

  "Oh no, dear Jane, I won't do you this favor so you can be undisturbed while you have your little tête-à-tête with this oh-so-romantic, idiotic ..." He stopped shouting when he noticed that the music had stopped completely now. The crowd had formed a circle around them, staring at them curiously behind their masks. Only Ryan, his doppelganger, was nowhere to be seen. Maybe the coward had left when he saw things getting somewhat complicated for him, Luke thought contemptuously.

  "I think I need some fresh air," he murmured more to himself than to Jane. Then he grudgingly stepped back from her and left the ballroom through the open doors to the terrace, crossing it quickly and descending the steps that led to the garden.

  Damn, this garden was vast! Much larger than it had looked from the inside of the house. Luke nearly lost his way while walking between the old elm trees that grew so close together that their crowns swallowed the pale light coming from the faraway ballroom. He found his way to the beach and walked there for hours, yet seeing no other houses in either directions, just a wild beach with a grey sea that seemed to be troubled tonight, high waves rolling in and breaking on the shore. Storm clouds began to darken the sky, mirroring his bad mood perfectly. Nevertheless he decided to go back to the house.

  He had just made it to the outskirts of the rose garden when it began to rain heavily. Luke looked around for shelter and found the pavilion he had seen from the tea salon earlier that day, and turned his steps in that direction. When he reached the pavilion - he saw that it was more a circular Greek temple made of white marble; with columns, stone benches and an arched roof that held a statue of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. He looked down at himself and felt quite stupid in his short toga that was now drenched by the rain and looked like he had wrapped a wet white towel around his body.

  He had thrown his laurel wreath into the ocean earlier, thinking of Jane's perfect body entangled with this ... impostor! Luke had no idea how Ryan, if this was his real name, had managed to look like him. Maybe his face was the result of excellent plastic surgery. Or could he be a distant relative Luke didn't know of? He shook his head. Impossible. But this wouldn't be the only thing happening here that he had believed to be impossible before.

  He climbed the few steps to the temple and sighed when he stepped under the roof. Water was dripping from his toga, forming a small pool at his feet. His body went rigid when he realized that he was not alone.

  "I hoped you would come, Luke," Jane said softly when she came out of the shadows, enjoying the sight of her lover's athletic body in the far-too-small toga. The lovely scent of roses hung in the air, intensified by the humidity. The summer rain fell constantly, its soft sound calming the remaining anger of their earlier argument.

  "Well, I am here," Luke said, feeling like an idiot right now. He told himself that he had forgotten the midnight meeting Jane had suggested, that he just was here by sheer chance because it had begun to rain ...

  But he had come here, fully knowing that it was possible that she was there, waiting for him. Even if he didn't want to admit it to himself, his steps had automatically led him to this pavilion. He had desperately needed to meet her.

  There had been enough words between them tonight. Luke instantly took action, grabbing her like a rag doll and pulling her into his arms, kissing her like the crazed madman he was ... crazy for her. He let his tongue slide between her lips, seductively kissing her with all the desire that had been building up inside him the whole evening. He ravished her, kissed her hard and long until her lips became swollen with his passion.

  Jane moaned into his mouth, feeling his strong hands wandering all over her body. He ripped apart the delicate silk of the dress that clung to her lush curves, baring her hot skin to his touch. He had her naked in no time, and quickly freed himself of the ridiculous costume she had put him into. Now it was just the two of them, their naked bodies pressed against each other in the depths of the night, flesh on flesh.

  "I will make you forget that he ever existed, Jane," he whispered roughly into her ear. Then he knelt down before her, kissing his way down her body while he moved - her neck and throat, the swell of her bosom, his tongue shortly flickering over her nipples that had grown upright and hard in the cool air of the rainy night. His mouth left a hot trail over her belly, then further down until he reached the soft mound of her sex.

  He laughed with male satisfaction and grabbed her buttocks with his large hands, forcing her to spread her thighs slightly. Then his tongue flickered over her nether lips, pleasurably parting them until he found her little nub that was already throbbing for him like a secret treasure. He started to circle her with his tongue, enjoying the deep, throaty sounds of lust she made. When he had her all wet and ready, he rose and took her in his arms.

  He carried her to the nearest curved bench and sat down with her, taking her on his lap so she straddled him. He watched her eyes close, then darkened with desire when she opened them again. At the same time he entered her, the thick head first, feeling the resistance of her tight entrance. When he pushed harder, she opened up for him, letting him in. Slowly, slowly he slid up into her slick channel, loving the feeling of how her inner muscles enclosed him, pulling him in deeper.

  Jane met his upward thrust with a downward movement of her hips and impaled herself on his thick, hard shaft, pulsating inside her with desire.

  She sighed when he was safely placed inside her body. It felt so good. Then she began to glide up and down, once, twice, then faster and harder while he took hold of her hips and pushed her down to meet his cock. She spread her thighs wider until her knees rested on the cold marble of the bench, but it made her little center of passion rub against the base of his manhood when she moved back and forth, heightening her pleasure.

  Harder, faster and faster she pushed, rubbing herself shamel
essly against him while he began to bite her neck and knead her breasts while he squeezed her nipples between his fingers, with just the right amount of pain to make her moan out loud. "Yes," she breathed while he began to thrust up into her so hard that she felt she was being taken by a sledgehammer, mercilessly. She felt her climax nearing, but didn't allow herself to let go yet. It was too good to feel him moving inside her.

  "Tell me that I fuck you better than him," Luke whispered into her ear, his naughty language arousing her even more. "It's because I want you so much, my beautiful goddess. You need my cock inside you, it feels so right, doesn't it? We were made for each other. Tell me that I am the only one who can love you like this until you are completely satisfied."

  "Ooh Luke," she moaned, throwing back her head. Her elegant hair-knot had loosened, and her long dark strands spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall. "I need you. Your strength, your passion - you know it!"

  "Yes, love, I know it," he groaned, pounding into her depths, knowing she wanted it hard this time. He needed to show her that there was no other man who could give her this kind of raw, primal lust. "And I want you to come right now, Jane. Come like you never came before."

  And she did, exploding on his lap while she cried out into the night, her voice softened by the sound of the falling rain. Luke's own scream of pleasure mingled with hers as he found release at the same time.

  She still was contracting violently around him, feeling his love juices flooding her insides when she realized that they were not alone.

  "What a wonderful sight," a deep voice said out of the shadows of a darkened corner. Ryan came slowly forward, a huge bulge beneath his tight red toga clearly indicating how much he had loved watching them play. "I just wondered, witnessing your little intimate party, if there was room for one more guest?"

  Jane heard Luke's low curse at her ear, but she knew that he was excited by the idea, feeling how he hardened inside her anew while listening to Ryan's suggestion. She stretched out a hand to Ryan, making him come closer until he stood right beside her, his lower body on the same level with her head.

  Ryan opened his belt and dropped his toga to the floor, showing her the whole extent of his wish to join them.

  "You are most welcome, Ryan", Jane said with a delighted smile.

  "Obviously you like to watch," Luke remarked as he pulled out of Jane, looking at Ryan’s huge erection with a raised eyebrow.

  Ryan grinned. “Oh, yes,” he answered. “Especially when the man involved resembles me and is in the act of pleasuring such a beautiful woman. The experience was … interesting, bizarre and exciting at the same time. It was like looking into a mirror. You really look exactly like me.” He glanced meaningfully at Luke’s manhood, still aroused and moist from the previous lovemaking.

  “Wrong. It is you who looks like me. I must admit that Jane’s magic house has created a very good copy. I guess you are another version of myself, specially made to fulfill her secret fantasies. But this was before I met her and came here personally.”

  “I can assure you, I feel very real,” Ryan said. “Maybe I am your long-lost twin brother,” he added with a naughty smile. “But you might be right and I belong to this house. It’s strange, I don’t remember anything before I came here. I simply found myself knocking at Jane’s door one day. And I haven’t left since then. I am always there if she needs me.”

  “Oh, you think she needs you?” Luke sneered at him. “Then watch this.” He grabbed Jane around the waist and made her bend forward while she clutched the marble bench with her hands. Still hard and throbbing for her, he thrust into her without forewarning. Their mingled juices made his entrance easy, and he sheathed himself into her tight passage to the hilt, pressing her towards his body so she couldn’t escape even if she wanted. Jane gasped with surprise, wriggling her hips to take him deeper inside.

  Ryan leaned against one of the Greek columns, breathing heavily. He took his shaft into his hand, rubbing it slowly while he watched with raw desire in his astonishingly blue eyes.

  “Watch her,” Luke commanded. “Look into her face while she takes my cock. Do you really think you could ever achieve this kind of passion burning in her eyes right now? Oh no. No matter how many love songs you sing under her window, she will always be mine. She wants me. And she knows that I am real.” He emphasized his words by rocking back and forth while his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples between his long fingers until they hardened.

  Ryan closed his eyes, groaning. “All right,” he said, watching the mating couple under half-closed lids. “I will not dispute your prerogative as the alpha male. But … would you share? I adore her. She is … so beautiful,” he moaned while rubbing himself faster, never turning his eyes from her face. Her lovely green eyes had widened with surprise when Luke had started to thrust into her, but were closed now. The deep blush on her cheeks and her swollen, slightly opened lips excited him even more than the sight of her lush body, shaking with the impact of another man’s heavy thrusts.

  “You are lucky that Jane has put me into a better mood right now,” Luke said dryly. “Actually, I feel quite generous today. Jane, your romantic dream lover needs your assistance. He looks like he could explode any time. Take him into your mouth,” he ordered, shortly ceasing his movements. Ryan knelt down on the bench with spread legs, guiding his member to her lips.

  Jane's mouth went dry when she looked at the enormous cock right in front of her face, held in place by Ryan’s hand while she grabbed the bench to stabilize herself. His shaft looked hard like a rock, the blood pulsating in a thick vein along its length. Then she opened her lips and gently kissed the ruby red head. A silvery drop of moisture had escaped the tiny opening, and she licked it away with a quick flick of her tongue before taking him into the warm wetness of her mouth, obeying Luke’s command. Ryan threw back his head and groaned, savoring the heavenly feeling of her tongue circling him.

  She began to suck him earnestly when Luke resumed his thrusting, hammering into her with mighty thrusts. His movements caused his hips to slap against her tight, round bottom, the erotic sound making Ryan’s cock grow even more in her mouth. Luke’s coming in and out automatically made her lips slide up and down his rival’s shaft, and she felt him squeeze the base with his hand while she increased the pressure of her tongue.

  “You do this very well, goddess,” Luke said, “so you deserve a little reward for this.” He dipped his thumb between the moist folds of her sex and started rubbing it over her little nub, making her arch her back and tremble visibly, her moaning stimulating the throbbing rod in her mouth.

  It was shortly before she reached the highest peak that her gaze wandered to the garden outside the pavilion, where some movement had caught her eye. Sean was standing there, half hidden behind one of the densely grown rosebushes. His breeches were unfastened, and he held a very impressive cock in his hand, massaging himself while he watched her taking the twins at once. His eyes were darkened with passion, and they widened when he realized that Jane had noticed him. He rubbed himself harder, his lips silently forming the words, “I love you, Mistress,” but she understood him nevertheless.

  Then Jane’s climax came over her with the force of a storm. She trembled and convulsed around Luke’s thrusting cock like a fist, making him come with a surprised outcry of pleasure. At the same time Ryan’s hot seed filled her mouth, his hoarse voice calling her name again and again while she licked him clean, surprised by his sweet taste. But the whole time her eyes were locked with Sean’s, his semen spilling between his skillful fingers that brought himself to orgasm, repeatedly whispering how much he loved her.

  At last, when both men had pulled out of her, she sank down on the bench, totally satisfied and exhausted. Her skin was so hot that the marble felt pleasant, cooling her down a little. The twins started to fuss around her, worrying about her comfort. Luke lifted her in his strong arms and carried her towards the house. “I will take you to your bed now, love. You need some
rest.” She nodded weakly, already half asleep. But as she opened her eyes one last time and threw a glance at the rose bushes, Sean was gone.

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  Chapter Six

  The next day went by slowly. Jane felt like being alone for a while and stayed in her room, thinking about the strange situation she had brought herself into. To her dismay, she was starting to feel something for Luke, but also for Ryan. How was this possible? Was Ryan just another figment of her imagination, maybe an ideal version of Luke - how she envisioned him? Ryan was gentle and romantic, while Luke was so sure of himself, undeniably male and sometimes arrogant. Yet she suspected that he had a much softer side that he hid from the world.

  She felt drawn to them both, wondering how she'd figure out what to do about it. Would she have to choose between them at some point - either stay in the house with her dream version of Luke, or leave with him, preferring a real man of flesh and blood over any fantasy? A headache began to torture her, and she decided to lie down for a while, delaying her decision until later.

  The night had already fallen when Jane awoke from her deep, dreamless sleep. She felt a wonderful warmth surrounding her from every side. Actually she had never slept so well for a long time, completely and utterly satisfied and feeling loved.

  Slowly she came to her senses again. When she tried to move a bit, she noticed that this task wasn't easy, for obviously she wasn't sleeping alone anymore. Two male bodies pressed close against her, doubtlessly being the source of the warmth. Suddenly she remembered what had happened between them the night before, and felt herself blushing deeply.

  It had been the most erotic experience of her life. She’d had been loved by two men at once. It was incredibly naughty, but she had felt desired ... worshipped. Besides, she knew that in reality, it had been only one man. The man she was starting to care for, more than she'd like to admit.