They were forever reminding her to keep her legs parted, but Gabriel was the only one who had not indulged in her body. Several times Kruin had ordered her to bend over the rounded arm of a sofa so he could administer a quick, vigorous fuck that seemed as much for Lydia’s debasement as it was for his pleasure.
Rebelliousness seethed inside her as she pressed her face into the sofa cushions and accepted Kruin’s deep, aggressive plundering of her cunt. His pillaging cock inevitably summoned Lydia’s unwelcome arousal, which she tried desperately to suppress through a concentrated gathering of willpower, but still she twice failed in her efforts, climaxing with such abandon that he punished her with a brutally hard spanking. Although the fierce blows of Kruin’s large palm left her sobbing into the sofa cushion, such punishment was not as difficult to bear as the belt whipping had been.
To her confusion, Lydia found it equally difficult to maintain control over her excitement when Kruin was fucking her as when Preston was. She had hoped that with the latter her dislike of him would temper her natural yearnings, but as his pleasure seemed to derive both from her humiliation and the sexual act itself, he had particularly begun to enjoy coercing her into lewd activities at odd times, and this definitely aroused her beyond belief.
On one occasion he insisted that she kneel between his legs beneath the dinner table and fellate him until he ejaculated while he ate his coq au vin. And on another, when she had returned from a horse ride with Gabriel, after which they spent several hours wiping down the horses and cleaning the stalls, Preston forbade her to shower, instructing her instead to strip and, as he phrased it, ‘ride his steed’. Which, reeking of horseflesh, stained with sweat and grime, Lydia shamefully did. And both times she had not been able to prevent herself from climaxing powerfully.
Although Preston remarked with harsh amusement about her frequent failure to adhere to their mandate, thankfully neither he nor the other two men had subjected her to more barbaric punishments than Kruin’s beatings. Lydia could almost bear their control over her if it meant a reprieve from the variety of harsher punishment they all appeared to enjoy.
She stretched again, feeling the sun warm her skin to a burnished gold.
‘Lydia.’ Gabriel’s voice broke through her temporary bliss.
Her eyelashes fluttered open, and she brushed a few strands of tousled hair away from her forehead as she gazed at him standing over her bed. She searched his face for a hint of the gentleness that seemed such a part of him, but his expression was shuttered.
‘Your presence is required downstairs,’ he said. ‘After your shower, I have something new for you to wear.’
‘What is it?’
Gabriel frowned. ‘You ask far too many questions, Lydia. Now hurry.’
She slipped out of bed, reaching for the sheet to cover herself as she moved from the bed to the bathroom, but before she could wrap it around her body he snatched it in his fist and yanked it away from her, the movement a surprisingly harsh reprimand.
Lydia flushed hotly as she padded quickly across the room, her feet sinking into the plush carpet, her senses heightened to Gabriel’s presence. She knew he was looking at the rounded curves of her hips, the fullness of her bare bottom, the alluring sway of her breasts, and yet her awareness of his gaze was tempered by the persistent knowledge that she had no say in the matter of where his eyes wandered.
Grateful that he allowed her privacy in the bathroom, she stepped under the exquisitely hot shower. Only in the early hours of the morning and in the shower did Lydia feel as if she were truly alone; otherwise she constantly felt the presence of the three men, commands always hovering upon their lips.
She closed her eyes and soaped her body with creamy lather, her nostrils filling with the smell of peaches. Water streamed over her skin in rivulets. She dipped the bar of soap between her legs, shuddering slightly as her fingers encountered the soft lips of her labia.
Since her arrival here she had not touched herself, aside from attending to basic needs and hygiene. It was an act she was beginning to miss, for self-gratification had long been a perpetual practice in Lydia’s sensual repertoire.
She pressed her thumb experimentally against her lathered clitoris, feeling the little bud quiver in responsive pleasure. A deep sense of relief rose in her then, as she had begun to wonder if the three men were attuning her body to the point that she would respond only to them. Although she had no intention of disobeying their order about masturbation – heaven knew she was having enough trouble controlling her sexual stimulation as it was – she was glad to learn that her body remained her own.
‘Lydia…’ Gabriel’s voice pierced the door, accompanied by a sharp knock.
‘I’m almost finished,’ she called, and then hastened to finish washing before annoying him further. She rinsed the soap from her skin, turned off the flow of steaming water, stepped from the shower cubicle, and then dried herself with a fluffy towel. After smoothing scented lotion over her body, she dried her hair and wrapped herself in her cotton robe.
Gabriel was waiting in the middle of the bedroom, his hands on his hips, his green eyes devoid of their usual kindness. Lydia wondered if she had done something to displease him, or if she was witnessing yet another aspect of his personality. She tightened the robe around herself, crossing her arms over her breasts.
‘What do you want me to wear?’ she asked tentatively.
He pointed to two wisps of white silk and lace that lay on the bed, and she stared at the bra and panties with a dawning sense of apprehension.
‘That’s it?’ she said.
Gabriel picked up the panties impatiently and held them out to her, but she couldn’t take them, suddenly very aware that it would be horribly revealing to wear nothing but underclothes after being allowed both the comfort and relative modesty of dresses.
Gabriel muttered something under his breath as he approached and reached to tug at the belt of her robe. The folds of cotton parted to expose her breasts and belly, sleek with creamy moisturizing lotion.
Lydia swallowed hard as he bent to hold the panties for her. She stepped into them, flinching slightly as he drew them up her legs and settled them over her hips. A scrap of white silk fitted snugly over her bottom, attached only by two lace strings to the silk piece tucked between her legs. The panties were so tight that the material molded to the lips of her sex, creating a curved little pouch that highlighted her secret folds.
Gabriel then pushed her robe off completely and slipped the lacy bra on her, then after fastening it behind her back he turned her towards the full-length mirror in the corner.
Lydia had never felt more exposed. The flimsy garments seemed to lift and thrust her body upward, as if in offering. Her nipples pressed lewdly against the fine lace, and she already felt her clitoris rubbing against the diaphanous triangle of silk.
From behind her, Gabriel slid his fingers underneath the bra so that her breasts fitted more neatly into the flimsy cups. The creamy flesh nearly overflowed the cups, producing a deep cleavage that imitated the succulent furrow between her legs.
For an instant Gabriel rested his cheek against her ear as he looked at her reflection in the mirror, and a smoldering burn began to flare in his green eyes. ‘Very nice,’ he approved. ‘You’re a lovely creature, Lydia.’
A surge of pleasure rose in her so swiftly that she was startled. She hadn’t known until that moment how much his approval would mean to her. Her gaze met his briefly in the mirror, before he released her.
Lydia’s nervousness increased as she went downstairs and entered the solarium, with Gabriel beside her. The aroma of rich coffee rose in the air, enhancing the delicious fragrances of hot buttered toast and cinnamon brioche.
She wasn’t surprised to see Preston and Kruin sitting at the table, their attention on various sections of the daily newspapers, but they both looked up at her appearance.
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nbsp; A slow smile curled Preston’s lips as he set his paper aside. ‘Ah, Lydia, what a tasty morning treat for us all. Come here.’
Apprehension crawled down Lydia’s spine. She hesitated, her arms automatically moving to shield her thrusting breasts as the knot of nerves tightened in her stomach.
‘Lower your arms this instant.’ Kruin’s voice cut through the silence like a knife, and she felt Gabriel press a hand firmly against her lower back.
‘Go,’ he commanded.
She walked on unsteady legs to the head of the table, where Preston sat with his complacent smile. He pushed away from the table and patted his thigh, suggesting that she straddle his lap, which she did, blushing as she felt the silk cosset her moist cleft even more closely. She reached back to steady herself on the edge of the table, causing her breasts to ease forward towards him, causing the knot to tighten even more.
Her eyes fluttered downwards and she saw the bulge already tenting his trousers. She was acutely aware of Gabriel and Kruin behind her. Preston pressed a finger against the silk-covered pouch of her sex, murmuring with amusement as he encountered the dampened cloth.
He settled his hands on her hips, pressing her body down until her sex and bottom rested fully upon his thighs. Then he nodded towards a bowl of fruit on the table and suggested that she serve him.
Lydia’s fingers fumbled for the bowl and she plucked a strawberry from it. She held the fruit to his lips, but he shook his head, his eyes sliding meaningfully to the inviting, shadowy valley between her breasts.
Lydia blushed hotly, and pressed the strawberry into her cleavage, feeling the seeded flesh scrape delicately against her skin. The fruit peeked out enticingly from between the fleshy globes, resembling so strongly the tiny fruit of Lydia’s clitoris nestled within her plump labia that all three men stirred with the desire to thrust their cocks into the tight gorge.
Preston, however, was clearly in command of this particular scenario, and he apparently had no intentions of hastening events along, for he leaned forward and stroked his tongue lasciviously over Lydia’s throat and down to the upper slopes of her breasts. She watched with uneasy embarrassment as he snatched the strawberry between his teeth and bit into the juicy fruit with evident relish.
After ordering her to offer him more, Lydia tucked a succulent raspberry between her breasts, which he again plucked out with accompanying licks of his tongue. As she presented him with another strawberry, a cherry and several blueberries in succession, her cleavage grew damp with saliva and the tasty juice of the berries. A pattern of crimson and purple juices stained her breasts, which Preston licked with languid laps.
Lydia was horrified to feel her body surge with each rasp of his tongue, but at last he sat back on the chair and wiped a droplet of juice from the corner of his mouth.
He considered Lydia’s breasts, barely concealed by the wispy scraps of lace, the outline of her dark nipples as succulent as the berries he had just consumed. He spread his fingers over her breasts and edged the material down, just far enough to expose her erect buds, which protruded enticingly over the edges of the lacy cups, a display that caused Lydia’s blush to deepen.
She fidgeted with discomfort, her fingers clenching and unclenching on the edge of the table. The hardness of Preston’s thighs pressed against her barely-covered vulva, eliciting a strong urge to writhe on his lap to satisfy her augmenting ache.
The memory of Kruin’s harsh decree was the only thing that stopped her from doing so, for she was beginning not to care about riding out her pleasure in front of three men. What she feared was another brutal punishment for disobeying their orders, so at Preston’s command she reached for a bowl of cream and gathered a dollop onto her fingers.
With a slow, reluctant movement, she spread the cream over the tight point of her left breast, and Preston wasted no time in fastening his lips voraciously over the rich offering, an action to which Lydia could not help responding with a small gasp of pleasure. She repeated the presentation with her other breast, staring down at Preston as he worked his lips and tongue over her areola and devoured every last drop of cream.
After running his tongue over his lips he gave her a wicked smile, his blue eyes swimming with lust. ‘Now lie down,’ he ordered.
‘Lie down?’
‘Yes, on the table.’
For the first time Lydia noticed the centre of the table had been cleared of plates and dishes. Her anxious gaze flitted from Kruin to Gabriel and back again, but she found no pity in their expressions. With a shudder she lifted her bottom onto the polished surface and lay down, her legs hanging over the edge. Her half-naked breasts peeped from their lacy confines, and she instinctively moved to pull the struggling cups back into place.
‘Lydia.’ Her name snapped from Kruin like a lash, and she flinched and lowered her arms to her sides. Her hands tightened into fists as she felt Preston press his intrusive fingers between her damp thighs to spread them apart.
‘Forgetting already, are you?’ he asked, his stern words an undeniable reminder of one of the main decrees she was to follow. Both Kruin and Gabriel moved around the table to examine the sight of her so vulnerably on display.
The silk of her panties was clearly damp, the outline of her pouting sex lips visible. Evidently deciding that the flimsy concealment, alluring though it was, provided her with too much modesty, Preston reached to unfasten the lace strings tied at her hips.
After having endured the humiliation of being shaved, Lydia thought she might be able to withstand this posture again. But her embarrassment flared into a firestorm when he began to leisurely peel the soaked silk from her sex, tutting with amused censure at the glistening fluids seeping from her.
‘What a shame to let such nectar go to waste,’ he said. ‘Lydia, why don’t you serve me a cherry bathed in your own juices?’
Shocked, she lifted her head to stare at him, a movement she regretted as it forced her to confront the avaricious looks of three men who all wished to commit any number of depraved acts upon her body. But choking back a protest, she fumbled for another cherry, and her hand shook as she lowered it between her parted thighs. She closed her eyes, fighting the powerful urge to press the heel of her hand against her pulsing clit as she eased the little sphere of fruit partway into her channel. She then quickly took her hand away, leaving the berry there, inserted just inside herself.
Preston muttered something that Lydia couldn’t hear, but it caused Gabriel to emit a low chuckle. A curious stab of betrayal cut her at his cavalier attitude, and then her heart began to pound when Preston pushed her legs farther apart, and lowered his blond head between them to lap at her juicy slit.
An unbidden cry broke from her throat at the first touch of his tongue. Her thighs quaked with arousal as he began licking and sucking a path around her sex, his tongue dancing around the sensitive nub where Lydia’s excitement was centered.
When he reached the taut tunnel into which she had inserted the cherry, he admired the glossy fruit for a moment, poised on the very rim of her body, and then licked her juices from its glossy skin before placing his lips around it and sucking it from her.
With a startled gasp Lydia jerked at the sensation of the cherry slipping from her into his mouth. She stared at him through eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. Preston smiled at her, his lips shiny with her fluids as he bit into the tasty cherry. He picked up a linen napkin and dabbed his lips neatly before directing her to serve him another strawberry, and once she’d pressed it between her sex lips he again drew his tongue over her intimate flesh before fastening his teeth around the succulent fruit and eating it.
The decadent ceremony continued until ecstasy dangled provocatively just beyond Lydia’s reach, and then finally, just when she became so gripped by need that she nearly allowed herself to lose control, Preston lifted his head and pushed his chair back away from her.
Lydia sagged with relief over the temporary reprieve, even though she knew he was not finished with her. Yet the pause allowed her excitement to ebb slightly so that she could recapture some semblance of self-control, a feat made all the easier when she saw Kruin loom closer.
Apprehension gripped her, dissipating her arousal as she met his inscrutable stare. Her legs began to close instinctively, but then her brain latched onto some mechanism of self-preservation and she forced herself to part them even wider.
But Kruin mounted the table and straddled her torso, Lydia tensing as she felt the heat and strength of his muscular body. He was naked from the waist down now, his daunting penis spearing from a lush nest of dark curls. He grasped the shaft in his fist and commanded her to mould her breasts together to create a deep valley, and as she obeyed he eased his cock between them, Lydia unable to take her eyes off the contrast of his darkly veined stalk nestled snugly between the plump white globes.
Of all three men Kruin was the most imposing, with his unyielding personality and sheer size. Lydia had thought she could not possibly feel more dominated by him, but when he began thrusting between her breasts she realized her helplessness was total.
Kruin’s thighs stretched wide over her torso, his testicles rolling on her stomach and slapping against the soft undersides of her breasts as he repeatedly thrust into her cleavage.
Lydia’s shameful arousal peaked once again. She pressed more tightly on her breasts, entranced by the sight of Kruin’s plunges, the swollen head appearing and disappearing into her fleshy valley, a drop of pre-come clinging to the tip and threatening to spew into her face.
So fascinated was she by the erotic display that she didn’t initially notice when one of the other men pressed his hands to her thighs to lift them further apart, and only when they were raised fully from the table did she tense as she felt an erection seeking entry into her exposed sex. Gabriel was standing to her side, so she knew it was Preston…
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