Stephanie was moaning as he used his finger as a penis, driving it in and out of her. Venetia positioned herself over Stephanie's mouth, slowly lowering her cunt on to it. Devlin increased the speed of his penetrations. He could see Stephanie's tongue darting between Venetia's labia, thrusting on to her clitoris. Out of the corner of his eye he caught another movement as the male slaves edged forward. At first he thought it was to get a better view but then he realised Bruno's keys lay on the floor by the bed. The keys to all the leather pouches were in that bunch.
Venetia came quickly, glad, after last night, to feel a woman again, especially this woman. Stephanie probed Venetia's cunt using her tongue to wank her clitoris from side to side, then pushing it deep between her labia, to literally lap up the juices that were running down into her mouth.
Stephanie wanted only one thing. She wanted Devlin's cock. She pulled herself out from between Venetia's legs. As she came up for air she saw Norman had Bruno's key ring in his hand and was unlocking one of the slave's genital pouches. For half a second she thought of ordering them to stop but she was too concerned with her own pleasure to be bothered. She hadn't time for anything else.
She turned on her stomach and raised herself on her knees, thrusting her bum into the air.
'Fuck me Devlin.'
He fell on her like a lion. The huge cock sunk deep into her wet cunt, deeper than it had ever been before, because Stephanie had never been so open, so voracious. However often she experienced the first thrust of his cock she knew she would never get used to it. It filled her body and filled her mind. It dominated her. It took her over. She had to struggle with herself to get back into control. As always the first thrust brought her to orgasm. As the orgasm receded she fought with herself to regain her dominance.
On his fourth stroke into her she came again, but this time she was in control. She allowed herself to come. She allowed herself to start the process of continual orgasm that she had experienced before with Devlin. Wriggling herself back on his cock she felt every inch of it and tried to get it deeper into her. But it was impossible. She contracted her cunt on his cock, squeezing it as hard as she could, then she relaxed, opening herself again like a flower blossoming in time-lapse photography.
Venetia lay on the bed next to her. Stephanie turned her head to kiss her. Stephanie's mouth tasted of Venetia's juices. Their tongues circled each other, Venetia licking up her own taste from Stephanie's mouth. Venetia found one of Stephanie's nipples and pinched it hard between thumb and forefinger, letting the nail of her thumb bite into the soft corrugated flesh, and producing a moan from Stephanie. But it was enough to send another shuddering climax through Stephanie's body. Venetia could feel it on her tongue, Devlin on his cock, the reverberations like an echo in a mountain pass.
Breaking the kiss Venetia continued to work on Stephanie's nipple, pulling the bra of the basque completely clear of both her breasts. She sent her other hand down between her own legs. Her clitoris was swollen and hot, wanting attention, feeling neglected. She wanked it aggressively, hard and fast as if she were strumming a guitar, and brought herself off immediately as she watched Devlin's cock plunging into Stephanie's cunt.
Stephanie watched Venetia too. The sight of this beautiful woman masturbating so blatantly was yet another sexual spur. She turned her head in the other direction to look at the slaves. For a moment she could not understand what she was seeing. Instead of standing obediently in a neat line by the wall of the cell, the slaves were now a mass of bodies, coupled, interlinked, intertwined, their ankle chains little impediment to their actions. It was impossible to tell who was doing what to whom. The genital pouches lay discarded on the floor. She turned away.
'You're not to come, Devlin,' she barked, amazed at her own control. She wanted to feel Devlin's spunk more than anything she could imagine. He was hammering into her harder now, his penis swollen and wanting its fulfilment.
'Please.'
'No,' she said wriggling back on his cock, her words contradicting her actions. He pumped harder.
'Please.'
'Beg me, Devlin. I want to hear you beg me.' The words made her come. The idea made her come. She wanted to hear him beg, beg to be allowed to spunk, beg to be allowed to use her cunt.
'I beg you.'
She was still coming as the head of his cock crashed deep into her womb, her body out of control but her mind still able to function.
'Again.'
'I beg you, I beg you.' He sounded like a little boy about to burst into tears. 'I beg you...'
Stephanie came again and again. It was impossible to tell where one orgasm began and the last one ended. She was shaking all over. Her eyes rolled back in her head; she was unable to do anything now but experience her orgasms. Devlin, with all his power and wealth, was begging her like a little boy to be allowed to come. She knew that when she ordered him to come his spunk would jet into her, flood her, fill her, his cock swelling as he came.
'Shall I take my cunt away?' she taunted, wanting to hear him once more. She was just able to stop her body moving with his but knew she would not be able to hold still for long.
'No, no, please.' There was real alarm in his voice that she might actually carry out the threat, take away from him the thing he most desired, deny him what every nerve in his body ached and craved for. He was so close to his climax now he would spend in midair if she pulled away.
Stephanie's body suddenly released a flood of juices. It cascaded over his prick. She could feel it literally running out of her cunt as though she had spunked. She opened her eyes and looked at Venetia, who was coming on her own hand again as she watched Devlin's cock held firm by Stephanie's cunt.
'What do you want?' Her body would not allow her to remain still any longer. It bucked down on his cock, increasing the rhythm again. 'Say it.'
'I want to spunk.' She could hear the desperation in his voice.
'Come then. Give it to me, you bastard!' The words launched her into another climax but she knew it would not be the last. She could feel Devlin's cock moving differently now, freed at last from the need to hold back. She moaned as she felt it swell, as it filled every inch of her soaking wet cunt, as it made its final penetration searching for the place to spunk. She felt it ease back slightly to give itself room to jet the spunk into her, spunk that nothing could hold back now. If she threw herself forward at this moment, pulled his cock out of her body he would not be able to stop himself coming. That would be his final punishment. But she was trapped. She could not do it. She had to have his spunk inside her; she had to.
His cock bucked and he came. His cock pulsed as each separate gob of spunk jetted out from its tip. In her mind's eye Stephanie could see it, white-hot spunk pumping out of him. She heard herself scream as her body took control now and carried her to a last shattering orgasm. Everything that had preceded it made this one higher, deeper and more intense. It was as if all the other orgasms she had had were still in her, and now came back to combine in a sexual climax that wracked through the furthest recesses of her body, leaving no nerve, no feeling, no sense untouched. She was moaning, screaming, babbling, her whole body throbbing with sexual energy, as it twisted and shook to wring every last drop of feeling from her climax.
She collapsed down from her knees with Devlin on top of her. It was a long time before the involuntary movements of her body, each one like an orgasm in miniature, subsided, and even longer before they stopped altogether.
Devlin rolled off her and Venetia leant over to kiss her softly on the lips. It was such a tender kiss it almost made Stephanie want to come again. But only almost.
Chapter Thirteen
Stephanie luxuriated in the warm water of the bath. She had laced it with expensive bath oil and the water felt silky and soothing as it lapped around her body. On the thick marble ledge that enclosed the bathtub she had had one of the servants place a silver wine-cooler containing a well-chilled bottle of Krug, her favourite champagne. She had ordered caviar too,
a delicacy she adored but could seldom afford. This now sat next to the champagne, a whole tin of the best Beluga slotted into a specially made crystal glass and silver server surrounded with all the usual trimmings - chopped egg, onion, capers - and wafers of fresh Melba toast. In fact, she ate the caviar unadorned, scraping teaspoons of the stuff on to the toast, enjoying the extravagance and conscious that she was suddenly very hungry.
Totally relaxed, she filled the champagne flute again and sipped at the chilled wine. True, her body was sore in places, but that was not surprising considering what she had put it through over the last three days. But it was not an unpleasant soreness, rather a dull ache. For once her nipples were flaccid, their flesh retracted into the gentle curve of her firm breasts. She looked down at them, the water just covering their lower half, its edge lapping at the higher slopes like the shore of a lake by a hillside.
Looking at herself in the mirror she saw that she was smiling. As she watched the smile broke into a wide and foolish grin. She made a face at herself in the mirror, wrinkling her face up and sticking out her tongue. Why shouldn't she be happy? Here she was in an exotic castle, surrounded by every conceivable luxury - its future secured due in no small measure to herself - and able to call for anything her heart desired merely by picking up the telephone. Limousines, private airplanes, motorboats, clothes, silk and lace underwear, all at her disposal. White-coated servants to fulfil her slightest caprice.
Back in London, when she and Devlin had first met, he had needed very special stimuli before he was able to fuck her properly. Here in the castle he had admittedly taken the lead but somewhere she had picked out the thread of his sexuality and woven it into her own. On Friday it had been his scenario they enacted, and he had been slow to get an erection. By Saturday she had started to understand what he wanted - though by no means consciously - and she had given him an erection in the bathroom as well as among the elaborate paraphernalia of the punishment room. It was not vanity on her part; she knew no other woman had ever done this for Devlin. She could see it in his eyes. As they had cleared the slaves out of the cell with Bruno's help she had seen Devlin was completely dazed. Though it was intended as punishment she had always known, instinctively, that for Devlin the punishment would not be unwelcome. What she had not realised was quite to what extent she had tapped a nerve in Devlin's complex sexual psyche. But that was undoubtedly precisely what she had done. And he knew it.
She had come to realise how closely pain and pleasure were related. She only had to look down at the red weal across her breasts, fading now but still visible, to understand that. Of course, it was a special kind of pain. It was pain by consent, almost pain by invitation. No one would be turned on by real pain. But pain by consent was an entirely different matter. She had no doubt it was an implicit part of her own sexuality and undoubtedly of Devlin's. Masochism and sadism were two sides of the same coin. But it was the same coin. To give and to receive. She'd wanted to give and he'd wanted to receive. And vice versa. Perhaps not exactly vice versa, but close enough. She could not pretend she had not enjoyed the intervals of submission.
She put the champagne flute down and sank back into the water. The bathtub was so big that she could submerge herself totally in the water, enjoying the feeling of it washing over her face and hair as she held her breath. In her tub at home she could barely straighten her legs in a sitting position. She surfaced breathing out as the water streamed out of her hair and down over her body. In the mirror she saw her black hair, plastered down over her head by the water making her appear rather masculine, emphasising the strong bone structure of her face.
She heard a tentative knock at the bedroom door.
'Who is it?' she shouted.
'Devlin.'
'Come in.'
She heard the bedroom door open and Devlin enter.
'I'm in the bath,' she said.
'Is it all right if I came in?' he asked from outside, as if for all the world he had never seen her naked, never walked into her bathroom. Or perhaps he was just being obedient.
'Don't be silly, Devlin,' she said with no malice.
He came into the bathroom with the air of a schoolboy entering the headmaster's study after being caught in some particularly heinous crime by the senior prefect. Stephanie had to laugh.
'Oh Devlin. Come and sit by the bath,' she said, indicating the marble ledge. 'Don't look so apprehensive. I'm not going to bite.'
He sat down gingerly, his buttocks clearly still feeling the effects of the beating.
'I thought we should have a serious talk.'
'Pour yourself a glass of champagne. And fill mine.'
He did as he was told.
'Would you rather I came back...?' He found her naked body distracting.
'Devlin, say what you've got to say. It's a bit late for false modesty, isn't it?'
Her breasts seemed to be floating in the water. He could see the line of her body clearly, the dark patch of her pubic hair disappearing down between her legs. He tried to concentrate. Much to his surprise he felt his cock stirring in his trousers, an experience that was quite new to him. It reinforced his determination to say what he had come to say.
'First I want to apologise. This whole thing with Gianni. You must believe me, it came up so suddenly. I didn't bring you here for his benefit. I swear. Nothing could have been further from my mind.'
'You let him use me.'
'Yes. I was desperate. My whole business was on the line. All this. Everything. If he'd walked away without signing the deal. And after meeting you he just refused to do the deal. What else could I do? I suppose I've got used to using the castle as a way of persuading people to my point of view. Usually people are only too happy to indulge themselves in the cellars and then come to an amicable arrangement over business matters. Gianni just wasn't interested. He only wanted you. Nevertheless I shouldn't have let it happen.'
For a moment Stephanie said nothing. It was not that Stephanie did not know what she was going to say, but she thought she should keep Devlin in suspense a moment longer.
'Apology accepted,' she said finally. 'What else?'
'You mean it?' He looked ecstatic.
'I don't say things I don't mean, Devlin,' she said allowing a stern note to creep back into her voice.
'You don't know how much that means to me, my dear. You really are an extraordinary woman.'
'That's not all though, is it?' Stephanie knew Devlin had not finished. The apology was only a prelude.
'No.'
'Spit it out then,' she said running a little more hot water into the tub and taking another sip of the fine champagne.
'This morning...'
'Yes?' she prompted.
'I just wanted to tell you...' he paused again.
'Devlin, say it,' she said impatiently.
'I just wanted to say, Stephanie, that it was the most exciting experience of my life. Ever.'
'Good,' she said, knowing there was still more to come.
Devlin took a deep breath.
'It's just that... Well I've been thinking. Now Gianni's taken the property off my hands, well, everything's back on an even keel. I mean, I'm never going to make that mistake again, I promise you. I just got greedy. A bridge too far. So, well...' He paused for a third time but Stephanie said nothing. 'I've never known a woman like you. You're so lovely. So strong. You have this incredible sexuality, why don't you come here, run the castle for me? Run the slaves. The castle needs someone like you. Someone with real imagination. You're so good at it. On your own terms of course. Whatever you want. You can have anything you want.'
'Well, you have done a lot of thinking, haven't you?'
'It's what this place needs. We can really make it work. I've never used it properly. You have this ability to know what people want. It's like a gift, an instinct you have. We need you here, Stephanie. I need you here.'
He was right. Stephanie knew he was right. Everything he said rang true to her. Everything he said
she had thought herself over the last two days, since he had first taken her down into the cellars. Devlin had created an extraordinary resource but it was not being used to its full potential. Stephanie knew she could change that.
'And of course,' Devlin said sheepishly, 'when I can get away from running the business...'
'Yes?'
'I would...'
'Say it, Devlin,' Stephanie said sternly.
'I would want to be one of your slaves too.'
She laughed and got up out of the bath, the water running off her body. The water ran down into her thick pubic hair which funnelled it into a single stream running off her body between her legs. It looked as if she was peeing.
'Would you now.' She used his shoulder to steady herself as she stepped out of the bathtub then handed him a towel. 'Dry me then. At least you're good at that.'
He immediately set to work as before, rubbing and patting her dry in a purely utilitarian way. Neither of them spoke. Stephanie was thinking of his offer. Devlin was amazed that even this non-sexual activity had caused his penis to stir to erection again. Whatever effect Stephanie had had on him it seemed to be permanent.
When he was finished she walked through into the bedroom. She found the more functional of her two swimsuits and stepped into it, pulling it up her body and slipping the straps over her shoulders. Devlin watched as she adjusted the elastic between her legs and eased the material, better to accommodate her breasts.
'I thought I'd take the motorboat out on the lake. It's such a beautiful afternoon,' she said. 'Will you come?'
'I'd love to.'
'Good.'
'And my offer?'
'I'll think about it.'
'Oh, come on, don't keep me in suspense.' It was the voice of the old Devlin, the confident powerful businessman annoyed at a minor colleague's behaviour, not the anxious voice of the humble and humbled slave.
'What did you say?' For some reason, unconscious no doubt, Stephanie had brought the riding crop up from the cellars. It was lying on the bed and she picked it up. 'What did you say?'
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