To Disappear

by Natasha Rostova

  And she would, Preston knew. She had been staunchly in control for her entire life, her future always hers to direct and manage. She had been proud, imperious, assertive. And she had the intense intelligence to be able to skim vast amounts of money from a large corporation for ten years without incident.

  Until now. Until she had been forced to contact him in the desperate hope that he would be able to help her. Oh, he would help her. He would definitely help her. Her identity beyond the perimeters of La Lierre et le Chêne no longer existed. Now she was nobody except Lydia.

  Amusement sparked in Preston’s blue eyes as he watched her standing uncertainly in the middle of the room. He focused his attention on the lower half of her body.

  ‘I think we’d all like to see your shaven cunt again, Lydia,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Why don’t you pull up your dress and show it to us?’

  Two spots of hot anger and embarrassment appeared on Lydia’s cheeks. She didn’t move for a moment, which gave the men cause to think they might have to think of a creative punishment. They all stirred at the thought, and found themselves to be somewhat disappointed when she reached for her skirt and began to slowly draw it over her legs.

  Three hungry gazes stared at the shorn apex, and her plump labia lips nestled so invitingly between her thighs that Gabriel stroked the tip of a finger down over her smooth mound and between the folds, making her start with surprise. He murmured his approval of the satiny feel of her skin before he moved away from her and settled into an overstuffed chair.

  ‘You’ve been a little disobedient, haven’t you, Lydia?’ Preston asked. ‘So we’ve all decided that you require punishment.’

  She looked ill at the very mention of pain. Her skirt slipped from her hands, falling about her knees in swirling folds as she stared at him in shock.

  ‘You can’t…’

  ‘Can’t we?’

  ‘You didn’t tell me you were going to hurt me.’

  ‘Ah, Lydia, we would never hurt you,’ Preston replied gently. His blue eyes indicated sympathy as he stood and approached her, placing his hands on her shoulders. He turned her around and lifted her skirt to exposed the rounded globes of her bottom, the enticing sight of her flared hips parted by the shadowy crevice. He stroked a hand over the fleshy mounds, making her shudder in response.

  ‘Well, let me amend that,’ he continued. ‘We would never hurt you unless you truly deserve it. And you are clearly in need of some discipline to remind you that you want to be here.’

  Lydia swallowed hard, her eyes flashing with a rising bubble of rage that threatened to burst forth. Preston’s hand slipped down underneath her bottom, splaying over her upper thighs and cupping the fleshy cushions in his palms. His groin brushed against her bare buttocks in a movement edged with lecherous enjoyment.

  ‘Come, love, Kruin will do the honors.’

  Nervously, Lydia’s eyes slipped to Kruin, whose brooding eyes watched her with a hint of dislike and coldness, his body as rigidly unyielding as the high-backed, oak chair upon which he sat. Lydia wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

  ‘Lydia.’ Kruin’s deep voice reverberated in the room. ‘Come here.’

  Of the three of them, Kruin’s orders were the most difficult to disobey. Lydia moved slowly, as if she knew what he would do to her but was unable to prevent it. At his instruction she settled over his muscled thighs, wincing when he lifted her skirt and arranged it with almost meticulous care over her back.

  A smile lifted Preston’s lips as he settled into his chair. Lydia’s back arched forward in a graceful curve, her hips pressing against Kruin’s thighs. How he adored seeing her like this, her pride reduced to being the recipient of a punishment as base as a spanking. The pale globes of her buttocks fairly quivered, as if trembling with dread for the discomfort that would surely result from Kruin’s large hand.

  Preston shifted, feeling his penis start to expand at the thought of Lydia’s anxiety. Oh, how he wished he could be the one to administer her first punishment. He would love to feel her helpless weight over his thighs, the growing furnace of her buttocks as he rained his palm over the smooth cheeks until they glowed and burned with the rosy evidence of his control.

  All in good time, Preston reminded himself, still unable to prevent the stab of envy when Kruin landed the first loud slap on Lydia’s rounded backside.

  She gasped in surprise, perhaps more from the shock of it rather than any actual pain, but her body jerked forward to escape the inevitability of a second blow. Kruin’s hand came down again, the accompanying smack of flesh against flesh resounding through the room with a sharp tone of finality.

  A pinkish warmth glided upon Lydia’s bottom cheeks as Kruin prepared for another blow, one that caused her to cry out in discomfort, her hips squirming enticingly against the man’s legs as she struggled to escape. Kruin’s other arm clamped over her waist, holding her weight down effortlessly as he spanked her again and again, each strike eliciting a wail of pain from its recipient.

  Preston’s prick throbbed hotly inside his trousers, aching with the desperate need for relief as he imagined what it would be like to shoot his creamy seed all over the flushed, reddened buttocks of their captive. He very nearly spent at the thought, his gaze fixed hungrily on the writhing movements of her graceful body, her face growing as red as her backside, her eyes brimming with tears and shame.

  Her hands scrabbled at the plush carpet as she searched vainly for something to grasp onto to pull herself away, but Kruin’s grip was inexorable. His hand began to tattoo a rhythmic pattern on her lush cheeks, even as the twin mounds wriggled around frantically to escape the scalding stings of his broad hand.

  Preston and Gabriel exchanged looks of amused satisfaction as they noticed the certain moisture that began to seep from between Lydia’s silken thighs, bathing her smooth vulva with feminine liquids. Kruin even broke the pattern of slaps momentarily to dip a finger into the wet channel, evoking another cry of shock and embarrassment from Lydia as she tried to instinctively clamp her thighs together.

  Kruin landed the next blow with more force, as if in rebuke for her trying to deny him access. Lydia’s dress gaped forward, her exposed breasts swaying like ripe fruits, topped with nipples so hard that Preston experienced a raging desire to close his lips around them and suck. He rubbed the hard bulge in his trousers fitfully, feeling fluid oozing from the tip in a desperate bid for total release.

  He shot Gabriel a covert look. The younger man was watching the scene before him with a look of flushed arousal, his own impressive erection lifting blatantly inside his trousers.

  Preston’s gaze dropped to the obvious swelling, and the sudden rush of curiosity that snared him shocked. He’d seen Gabriel’s flaccid penis before and had been impressed in a masculine way with the size of it, but he’d never thought he would feel the desire to witness the release of the large stalk from the confines of clothing, to watch it sprout forth as a glorious erection pulsing with blood and desire.

  Intensely uncomfortable with the thought, Preston returned his attention to the scene before him, his hand surreptitiously covering his smaller but no less straining member. He gritted his teeth at the sight of Lydia’s flaming bottom, her face wet with tears as whimpers and pleas emerged from her throat in an unbroken stream.

  Her legs flailed, as if desperately seeking an object on which to brace themselves, but at last Kruin’s hand came to a halt. The hard planes of his face were set in a grim expression, his dark eyes glinting as his hand slipped once again into the moist valley between his prisoner’s legs.

  ‘Oh…’ a moan escaped Lydia’s parted lips as she went limp with relief, her writhing movements of pain shifting subtly into luscious wriggles as Kruin’s fingers found the plump lips of her labia and began to manipulate them with an unmatched expertise.

  His hand lifted from the wet folds of her sex with a swiftness
that caused her to catch her breath in surprise, trying to turn and see what was the matter. Kruin’s hands clamped around her waist as he lifted her to her feet, dispensing with her dress at the same time and exhibiting fully her aroused nudity.

  She stumbled off balance when she was righted again, but Kruin kept her from falling, his arm brushing against the tender flesh of her spanked bottom. Lydia gave a little yelp of discomfort, her hands moving automatically to cover the burning mounds.

  ‘Kneel,’ Kruin ordered, clamping onto her wrist and forcing her to the floor, her eyes flying to Gabriel with alarm. Preston suppressed a rush of irritation, for unbeknown to Lydia, whomever she looked at first after her punishment would be treated to the luscious pleasures of her mouth.

  Gabriel gave her a comforting smile, beckoning her forth with a finger. With a little moan she grasped her bottom cheeks as if in an effort to soothe the burning pain, before shuffling across the floor to him. She appeared to know exactly what he wanted, maneuvering between his thighs, her fingers working his trousers before revealing the pulsing root of his phallus.

  Lydia sighed, before lowering her face to seal her lips around the bulbous knob. Gabriel rested his head against the back of the chair, his hands delving into Lydia’s hair as she intensified her erotic ministrations, and so engrossed in her task was she that she appeared entirely oblivious of Preston’s inability to hold back any longer.

  The sight of her, naked and kneeling in a position of absolute subservience, her flaming buttocks divided by the dark valley as she crouched between Gabriel’s thighs and honored his large prick with her lips and tongue, the curve of her back as she leaned forward to better administer her sensual ministrations, the succulent pout of her labia glistening with the damp juices of her arousal, all proved to be too much for Preston’s fervent sensibilities. With a low growl he released his stiff penis from his trousers and began to massage it, sliding his fist urgently up and down as pressure built at the base. Within moments he began to spurt streams of milky seed all over his fingers and wrist, rapture invading every pore of his tensed body.

  Then Gabriel’s hoarse groan resounded through the room, his fingers digging into Lydia’s scalp as violent jets of semen pulsed out to fill her mouth with salty thickness. She choked, pulling away almost in panic as his penis continued to jerk and twitch angrily, splattering her breasts and throat with glutinous seed.

  Preston forced away a rush of rage as he witnessed Gabriel’s penis slipping from the wet confines in which it had happily been embedded, coated lusciously with the mingled juices of his loins and her mouth.

  Weakly, Lydia pressed her hands on the floor as she tried to catch her breath, her naked body quivering with the onslaught of furious sexuality and the newly discovered eroticism of discipline. But before she could move, Gabriel slipped his adept fingers into her moist folds from behind, quickly and skilfully massaging her to the shattering heights of her own orgasm. She sobbed her pleasure, her body trembling with shocking vibrations. She sank down onto the carpet, her limbs listless as she quivered visibly with both lingering rapture and the sting of Kruin’s hand. Her skin was damp with the sweat of exertion, her chest heaving as she recovered from the invasion of intense sensations.

  Preston watched her, his dark eyes narrowed into slits of cold glass as a simmer of anger shuddered through him at the knowledge that he had been reduced to masturbating while Gabriel was granted the enviable pleasure of ejaculating into Lydia’s mouth. He rose to his feet, his expression one of irritation as he reached down to grasp Lydia’s arm.

  ‘Get up, you little slut,’ he snarled. ‘Go clean yourself up.’

  Gabriel opened his mouth as if to protest at the unnecessary hostility directed towards the female who had just provided him with a fiercely exhilarating experience, but before he could say anything she scrambled to her feet.

  A flush of anger and embarrassment crept over her cheeks, along with a look of relief at the opportunity to leave their company. She snatched up her discarded dress and hurried from the room without looking back.

  Chapter 3

  Gabriel paused by Lydia’s bedroom. His green eyes seared through the twilight darkness of the room as he pushed the half-ajar door fully open. She was asleep on her stomach, her body covered only by a thin cotton sheet in deference to the night heat, the rounded curve and dip of her hips and waist fully delineated by the draping cloth.

  A slight smile curved Gabriel’s mouth as he eyed the smoothness of her bare back, pleased that she had obeyed his instructions to wear nothing as she slept. He approached the bed silently, reaching out to grasp the edge of the sheet and pull it from her body. She shifted onto her side and murmured in her slumber, her brown hair spilling over the creamy pillows like strands of polished silk.

  Gabriel caught the faint scent of peach soap rising from Lydia’s skin as he removed the sheet, his gaze tracking hungrily over her breasts and soft peaks, the dip of her belly and the delicate folds of her labia tucked so snugly between her voluptuous thighs.

  He placed a hand on her hip, applying enough pressure that she shifted again, exposing the fullness of her buttocks to his searching eyes. Even in the charcoal illumination he could see her bottom cheeks still burned from the spanking Kruin had administered.

  His penis stirred at the erotic memory of Lydia lying helpless over his associate’s lap, writhing and wriggling as she received his rhythmic slaps. Experimentally, he touched her buttocks with the tips of his fingers, feeling the warmth that still radiated from her tender flesh.

  His touch on her tenderized skin woke her with a start. She caught her breath on a gasp, her hand fumbling automatically for the sheet to cover her nakedness. Her dark eyes clashed with his through the dusky light, flashing with irritation.

  ‘What?’ she snapped. ‘What do you want now?’

  Her annoyance stung him, despite the fact that his authority had already been well established, and his lips tightened as a responding rush of displeasure rose within him. ‘Whatever I want, Lydia,’ he said coldly, ‘I will take. Have you not accepted that yet?’

  Her comeback appeared in the rebellious depths of her eyes. ‘Go on, then,’ she challenged, ‘get it over with.’

  Gabriel was silent for a moment, his gaze raking over her with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment. ‘You would act so unwilling, would you, after enjoying your own pleasure in front of us all?’

  A flush of embarrassment fused Lydia’s cheeks, but she didn’t falter in her hostile stare. ‘And you don’t think you did the same thing?’

  Gabriel frowned. ‘You’re forgetting yourself, Lydia. I would suggest you don’t let this happen too often.’

  ‘You let them do that to me,’ Lydia snapped. ‘You loved watching it, didn’t you?’

  ‘Of course I did.’

  The honesty of his response unsettled her. ‘But how could you let that happen?’

  ‘You mean to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?’

  ‘No… I mean, I… I didn’t want to be humiliated.’

  ‘Hmm, you appeared to be enjoying it well enough from my perspective. As I did.’ His eyes grew cold. ‘And remember, Lydia, you have a position in this household that you are not to countermand. A position to which you have willingly agreed.’

  ‘I don’t…’

  ‘Stop it. Now turn over.’

  Lydia’s jaw tightened as she glared at him. ‘What for?’

  ‘Don’t argue with me. Turn over.’

  With an irritated huff Lydia obeyed and flipped over onto her stomach, burying her face in the feathery pillow.

  Gabriel reached out and slid the sheet completely away from her rounded hips, baring her inflamed buttocks to the night air and his gaze. He touched one of her fleshy cushions again, making her jerk in reaction. A muffled groan emerged from the pillow when his fingers pressed against the other cheek.

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��Hurts, does it?’ he goaded.

  ‘You know it hurts,’ Lydia hissed. ‘That man has a hand of iron.’

  ‘You should be grateful he only used his hand.’

  Gabriel edged his fingertips between the lush curves of her bottom cheeks, prising them apart to expose the dark furrow between, and the taut ring of her anus.

  Lydia let out a gasp of surprise when Gabriel’s forefinger began to encircle the forbidden orifice. He commanded her to remain silent as he knelt on the bed beside her prone body. His penis pulsed with an insistent rhythm inside his trousers as thoughts of sinking into her creamy wetness flooded his mind.

  His hand slipped lower, seeking the smooth dampness of her sex, the silken folds of her labia and the tight bud of her clitoris. He pressed on Lydia’s lower back with his other hand, pushing her into the mattress so that the globes of her buttocks lifted a little.

  He soon realized the difficulty in exploring her charming secrets with only one hand and remedied the situation by straddling her lower back. His hard bulge brushed against the slope of her bottom valley, causing her to twist underneath him.

  ‘Gabriel…’

  ‘Hush, Lydia.’ Seated as he was facing the delectable sight of Lydia’s up-thrust bottom, Gabriel spread her cheeks apart again and began to examine her more thoroughly. Moisture seeped from her labial lips, filling his head with the musky scent of her arousal. The delicate puckered rosebud just above her glistening sex contracted in defense when he attempted to invade it with his finger.

  ‘Lydia,’ Gabriel reprimanded softly.

  An ache began to build at the base of his penis, and he removed his fingers temporarily to stand and divest himself of the confines of clothing. When he returned to his position straddling Lydia’s lower back his naked phallus twitched lewdly above her flushed buttocks.