Suppressing the intense urge to plunge his prick into the heated depths of her, he rubbed his forefinger over her juicy pleats, and then dipped it fully into her clutching passage, and then when his finger was coated with her fluids, he began to push it gently past the closed portal of her anal opening.
A vague protest emerged from Lydia’s throat, but she didn’t struggle to escape him as he began to slide his finger back and forth. The hot, tight channel gripped his finger intensely, making his penis trickle masculine juices as he imagined what it would feel like to embed the stiff member in such delightful depths.
But still he was unwilling to take Lydia in such a manner. His conscience denied him the satisfaction, a hidden force that would not allow him to tear through such a small opening in the quest for his own pleasure. He knew he was well endowed, his projecting phallus having been the object of much admiration over the years, and he had always been averse to using his cock as an object of discomfort and pain.
He slid his other hand down to the open flower of Lydia’s sex, ordering her in soft tones to spread her legs further apart. To his gratification she did, her bottom cheeks tensing as she fought the sensations sweeping over her body. Gabriel wasted no time in his manipulation of her clitoris, gently pulling up the protective hood to expose the female glans.
Lydia’s body trembled between his knees and against his buttocks, her skin dampening with arousal and the inescapable liquid of his emission as it dripped onto the rose-kissed mounds of her prominent buttocks. He flicked his thumb lightly over her swollen nub, earning a gasp of excitement from its owner. The idea of making Lydia writhe underneath him after she had been so hostile about his appearance stimulated him greatly. He adjusted his position on her, sliding backwards so that his rampant penis trailed along the length of her spine before he settled his head between her legs. He was acutely conscious that he was lying over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, but it didn’t stop Lydia from moaning and twisting when he began to kiss and lick her labia.
Her honeyed juices flowed copiously, coating his tongue with the unique flavor of her and the heady scent that caused his groin to ache with lust. He placed his hands on the fleshy orbs of her bottom, pushing them apart completely and opening her to the questing search of his lips and tongue.
Little moans and mewling noises, muffled by the feather pillow, emerged from Lydia’s lips as her body began to wriggle with reluctant delight under Gabriel’s sensual offering. He darted his tongue into the humid channel of her sex, causing her to cry out with pleasure and attempt to thrust her hips back and up to impale herself on his tongue.
Smiling to himself, he then closed his lips around the savory nub of her clitoris and sucked lightly, as if drawing Lydia’s sexual rapture towards the little organ. Her body shook with violent shudders when her climax crashed over her, painting Gabriel’s lips with the viscous evidence of her sensuality.
After he had licked the last shivers from her convulsing body, Gabriel pulled himself up and straddled her back again as he grasped his bursting shaft in his fist. He stroked the thick length, his grip tightening as his movements grew more rapid and his testicles tightened.
Lydia lifted her head, twisting around to try and see what he was doing, but he clamped his knees around her waist to prevent her from moving. Within seconds his penis spewed jets of milky seed onto the reddish globes of her beaten bottom, the hot liquid flowing down into the cleft between them.
They were both silent, the only sound the rasp of their heavy breathing as he climbed off her and retrieved his trousers. Without another word he tugged them on and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Lydia in the quivering aftermath of an orgasm with the cooling evidence of Gabriel’s fervor varnishing her full bottom.
She walked down the stairs, her hand sliding on the polished banister. She was wearing another of the thin cotton dresses Gabriel had given her, and a pair of sandals. Her breasts swayed lightly with her movements, her bare sex unencumbered between her thighs.
Her bottom was still rather sore from the events of the previous day, but lingering pleasure continued to simmer through her body. She was unable to prevent the pleasure, which in turn added to her rapid expansion of shame. Shame was proving to be an innate aspect of the atmosphere at La Lierre et le Chêne, and subsequently, of Lydia herself.
She went into the solarium, her stomach rumbling at the luscious scents of rich coffee and fresh croissants. The three men were already seated, and three pairs of eyes looked up as she entered. She said good morning, feeling her skin heat at the memory of what they had done the last time they were all in the same room. She took her usual place next to Gabriel, her careful movements earning a smile from Preston.
Lydia couldn’t bring herself to look at Gabriel. Did Kruin and Preston know what he’d done last night? Was that part of their plan, to leave her in such a state as a method of proving their power? No, she reasoned, they had done that well enough in the drawing room. Gabriel’s actions had been based solely on his own whim.
The thought caused a lurch of discomfort to stir in her soul, for she hadn’t thought of Gabriel as the commanding type. But he had commanded ecstasy from her with the skill and manipulation of a true master. And then left her lying there, his seed dripping from her buttocks, to absorb the inevitable sense of shame that she had come apart for him just as he had wanted her to.
Lydia’s hands trembled slightly as she spread her cloth napkin on her lap. As if nothing had happened between them, Gabriel poured her coffee from a silver carafe and solicitously enquired as to how she had slept.
‘Fine, thank you.’ Lydia tore her gaze from Preston, hating the smug grin on his face as he popped a juicy strawberry into his mouth and began chewing contentedly. As for Kruin, he merely sat there eating in his usual precise way, as if nothing untoward had happened between them at all.
She broke open a warm croissant, the scrumptious scent invading the air around her like a breath of heaven. The flaky pastry filled her mouth with the light taste of butter, causing her stomach to plead for more.
‘Worked up an appetite, have you?’ Gabriel asked suggestively.
‘No more than you,’ she retorted, reaching for her coffee.
‘Well, Lydia, you provided us with a great deal of pleasure yesterday, for which we all thank you,’ Preston said heartily. ‘I must say, you were far more accommodating than we had anticipated you would be. I do hope we can look forward to such compliance in the future.’
The angry glower Lydia gave him said more than any words could.
‘Perhaps next time Preston will be the one to deliver an appropriate punishment,’ Kruin said.
Preston chuckled. ‘All in good time, my friend. Lydia will definitely not escape my punishments.’
Lydia’s heart sank at the thought of being at his complete mercy, particularly in the presence of Gabriel and Kruin. She tried to quell the apprehensive feeling in the pit of her stomach as she imagined what he might do to her.
‘And how is your lovely bottom this morning?’ Preston asked conversationally.
Lydia’s face burned. ‘Sore,’ she muttered.
‘You will grow used to it,’ Kruin said.
Preston settled back in his chair, his eyes on her as a wicked gleam appeared in their blue depths. ‘The morning papers have failed to arrive, Lydia,’ he said. ‘And as a result we are all eager for new information. So, why don’t you tell us about something… oh, I don’t know… something intimate, perhaps?’
She looked at Preston questioningly, unease creeping into her blood. ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she said cautiously.
Preston picked up a slice of bacon and crunched into it with white teeth. ‘I don’t think Gabriel and Kruin know you well enough,’ he elaborated, chewing slowly. ‘Why don’t you tell them about one of your sexual fantasies? No, wait, better yet, why don’t you tell them about your
first sexual experience? Your first major one, that is.’
He looked perfectly delighted with himself, but Lydia’s chest tightened.
‘Lydia?’ he prompted, earning himself another glare from her.
‘I’m not talking about my sex life,’ she snapped.
‘Don’t you dare raise your voice when you’re given an order,’ Kruin said, his expression as uncompromising as his tone, and she started slightly at the big man’s sudden intervention. Flustered, she looked down at her plate, the silken strands of her hair falling forward to partially obscure her profile. She picked up a slice of melon and bit into its succulent flesh as a weighty silence invaded the room.
‘How old were you, Lydia?’ Preston asked, his oddly casual question breaking through the stillness.
Lydia finished the slice of melon and then concentrated on spreading jam onto her croissant. ‘Sixteen,’ she eventually said. ‘I was sixteen.’
‘And how old was your… ah, partner?’
Lydia flipped her hair back, her sharp gaze fixing on Preston with the precision of a radar. ‘She was nineteen.’
Gabriel and Kruin stared at her, but Preston laughed at their reaction, clearly pleased to have surprised them. Kruin wrapped a large hand around his coffee cup and took a long swallow.
‘A young woman,’ he stated.
Lydia looked at him and nodded. ‘Yes, she was my best friend.’
‘Go on, Lydia,’ Preston encouraged, appearing to be thoroughly enjoying himself, ‘tell us about it.’
‘There’s nothing to tell,’ Lydia replied coldly. ‘Cassie and I fooled around a little, that’s all.’
Preston shook his head. ‘Oh no you don’t. I said your first major sexual experience. You brought up Cassie, didn’t you? So tell us about this experience.’
Lydia felt Gabriel’s eyes as if they were burning into her soul, but she couldn’t look at him, silently willing him to put a stop to this even as she knew he wouldn’t. She nibbled furtively at a piece of her croissant and sipped the dark roasted coffee as she tried to think of a way out of Preston’s command. But unable to come up with anything, she allowed her thoughts to drift back to the sultry night of forbidden pleasure in which she and her girlfriend had indulged themselves.
‘What did you do, Lydia?’ Kruin asked, his voice slightly husky as his dark eyes watched her. ‘You’ve been ordered to tell us.’
Lydia felt as if she’d already betrayed Cassie by mentioning her name in the presence of these three men. She had been so lovely, with a mass of rich, auburn curls and an athletic figure that would have been boyish had it not been for her full breasts. Even now, a little shiver rippled through Lydia at the memory of her first and only female lover.
She had often thought that her comfort with her own sexuality – at least, prior to her arrival in this depraved environment – had arisen from the fact that her first intense experience had been so lovely. In a technical sense she lost her virginity when seventeen, but she had never stopped thinking of Cassie as her first true lover.
‘I remember Cassie,’ Preston said thoughtfully. ‘Rather tall, reddish hair, a lovely pair of breasts. She had a bit of a reputation as a tomboy around town, didn’t she? I don’t recall that she ever dated boys, although I suppose her preference towards you would explain the reason why. Of course, that didn’t stop us lads from lusting after her. When did she first make her attraction to you known?’
‘After we’d gone to the movies one night,’ Lydia said, resigning herself to the fact that her situation would probably be much easier if she simply told them everything. ‘She was driving. We parked near a lake where we often went to talk, but on this occasion, rather than talking she kissed me.’
‘And?’ Kruin prodded. ‘What did you do?’
‘I was shocked, of course. We’d been friends for years, and I couldn’t believe she would do such a thing.’
‘But you liked it,’ Gabriel stated. ‘Didn’t you?’
Lydia shot him a challenging glare. ‘Yes,’ she snapped, ‘I did. I liked it a lot.’
‘But that was before the actual event, wasn’t it?’ Preston probed. His blue eyes danced with amusement at Lydia’s discomfort as she poked at the remains of her croissant.
‘Yes,’ she confirmed. ‘That was two weeks later. Her parents were out of town and I’d gone to her house to spend the night. We were in her room listening to music and talking, when she asked me if I wanted to take my clothes off. We had seen each other naked plenty of times before, but I felt strange after what had happened at the lake. Still, for some reason I couldn’t say no and took my clothes off while she watched. And then she came to me and started to kiss me again.’
‘Only this time,’ Preston continued, his lean body taut with excitement as he pushed his chair back and stood, ‘you knew it was sexual, didn’t you?’
Lydia’s teeth nibbled anxiously at her lower lip as he moved towards her with the stealthy grace of a panther. Her heartbeat increased, her hands trembling as she clutched her napkin. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, ‘I knew.’
Preston stopped behind her chair, placing his hands with infinite care upon her shoulders. Lydia felt his body heat radiating from him, and his fingers as they curled into her tensed muscles.
‘Go on,’ Preston commanded. ‘Did she kiss your breasts?’
‘Yes.’
‘Your belly?’
‘Yes.’
‘Your thighs?’
‘Yes.’
‘Your delicious cunt?’
Lydia closed her eyes, but she was unable to block out the sound of Preston’s voice, nor the breathing of Gabriel beside her, and indeed, not even the piercing stare of Kruin from across the table. Memory pushed at the back of her mind, streaming heat through her body as she recalled the fervor and passion of youth. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, embarrassment scorching her like hot coals.
‘Say it,’ Preston ordered.
‘Say what?’
‘You know what.’
‘She kissed my… my cunt.’ Oh, God, she wanted to disappear, detesting this revelation of herself. She suddenly felt more exposed than she did yesterday when she’d been completely naked and helpless.
‘And what did you do to her?’ Preston’s hands slipped down, confidently smoothing over her breasts. He chuckled softly when the hard pebbles of her nipples pressed into his palms. ‘My, my, Lydia, even the memory arouses you, doesn’t it? Come, tell us what you did to her.’
‘The same as she’d done to me,’ Lydia confessed. ‘I kissed her everywhere.’
‘You sucked her nipples, did you?’
Lydia nodded, her thoughts flooded with the recollection of how intense the sensations had been, how delicious Cassie had tasted with the faint tinge of salt on her skin, how soft her breasts were when they tumbled onto the bed, Cassie crushing Lydia to her as she thrust her tongue into her mouth in voluptuous possession.
Oh, how utterly glorious it had been with Cassie’s fingers exploring the moistness between her thighs, her senses swimming with the flavor and feeling of another young woman.
‘Keep going,’ Preston insisted, his hands kneading and massaging Lydia’s breasts. ‘Tell us more. Tell us how she tasted.’
Lydia swallowed hard as a light sheen of perspiration broke out on her brow. Preston’s breath was hot against her temple, his voice a low, throaty rasp in her ear. She could smell the subtle fragrance of his shaving cream, taste the strawberries he had eaten when he pressed his lips to hers and flicked his tongue against them.
‘How did another woman’s cunt taste on that sweet tongue of yours?’ he whispered obscenely.
Lydia fought the urge to pull away from him, hating his presence so close to her, invading her space. Preston repeated the question, pressing his groin against her arm, forcing her to feel the growing ridge of his erection.
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sp; ‘She tasted…’ Lydia faltered, ‘I don’t know. She tasted salty, but also sweet.’
Preston made a clucking noise of disapproval, his fingers moving to the tiny buttons that ran the length of Lydia’s cotton dress, and with precise agility he began to undo them and expose her breasts to the heated gazes of the two other men. He cupped their firm softness in his palms, flicking his thumbs over her hard nipples as if to draw attention to her arousal.
‘Come now, Lydia,’ he urged, ‘you can do better than that.’
Lydia gasped with dismay when Preston’s fingers continued on their route down the buttons, and within seconds he had undone every one down to the hem, leaving her front fully exposed.
She winced, her face burning with shame as he slipped his hand between her thighs and sniggered with delight when the evidence of her excitement coated his fingers. He drew her thighs apart, sliding his fingers into the dampness of her sex again, circling around the throbbing nub of her pleasure.
‘I-I… she tasted like sun-warmed beaches,’ Lydia stammered in a desperate attempt to stop him from manipulating her to another shameful orgasm. ‘Like sand and sunshine and flowers touched with morning dew.’
‘Mmm,’ Preston murmured, ‘just like you, I would imagine. And what did you do after you’d collapsed onto the bed with her?’
Lydia went very still when his words penetrated her lust-fogged mind. Slowly she turned to look up at him, her heart lurching when she saw the smug expression on his face. ‘I didn’t tell you we’d got onto the bed,’ she said, tensing as she tried to will away what was already apparent.
Preston smiled. ‘You didn’t have to,’ he disclosed. ‘I saw you together.’
‘No…’ Lydia closed her eyes against the confusion and shame of what he was telling her.
‘Oh yes,’ he confirmed. ‘Do you remember, Cassie’s little brother had a tree house in that fine old oak in their garden? When I discovered her parents would be out of town, I climbed up with my binoculars in the hopes of seeing her naked, and you can imagine my delight when I got far more than I bargained for.’
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