Club Crème

by Primula Bond

  ‘Whatever you say, Madame Summers,’ Merlin muttered. ‘But I’m going to have you first.’ He grasped my buttocks, digging his fingers into them, and pulled me against his mouth. I heard Geoffrey groan again. I was so horny already that when Merlin’s tongue snaked out and touched my clitoris I let out a loud groan, as if answering Geoffrey, and ground myself against Merlin’s mouth.

  Then, with a superhuman effort, I stepped away again. ‘You must learn to take turns, Merlin.’

  I swayed round to face Geoffrey. He was down on the floor on all fours like a dog, right behind me, virtually snarling, his face nuzzling up against my thigh. I spread my legs on either side of his head and pushed myself into his face. He opened me up without waiting, stared greedily at the pink, then it wasn’t his tongue but his teeth that nipped sharply at my clit.

  I jolted with surprise as Geoffrey’s teeth started to work me into a frenzy. I was losing control after all. So who was I going to have first? Who was going to do it the best? It was their fight, if they wanted it. I was just the prize. I reckoned Merlin would be beside himself now, but that was all the better. The more they were revved up, the more explosive our lust would be. I shivered with pleasure at how easy and how instant it all was. But it mustn’t be so easy that it was over before it began.

  ‘Slow down, Geoffrey,’ I said.

  I stepped away from Geoffrey’s busy mouth.

  ‘High and mighty all of a sudden. What are you playing at?’ he grumbled.

  I kept one hand on my breasts and the other cupped between my legs. I forced myself to keep my fingers still in case I flicked the button way too early. Then I lowered myself to the floor. I spread my arms in a kind of welcoming gesture and lay back on the blood-red rug.

  ‘Not high and mighty at all,’ I whispered. ‘As low down as you want.’

  The two men were crawling all over me immediately, stroking and kissing up and down my prone body, pulling my legs apart. I got ready to feel someone’s tongue, but then one of them brought my hands up roughly above my head and tied my wrists with a tie. I rolled and twisted as they manhandled me, still biting and licking, one of them coming up the inside of my thighs with his mouth, the other kissing my neck, pulling my hair out of the way, then moving down towards my breasts, heaving them up so that my taut nipples were tilted skywards. I wriggled and squealed, already twitching with my approaching climax, imagining myself floating above the scene, watching the fantasy. I wondered how long I could hold on for.

  ‘I want you both!’ I exclaimed suddenly, struggling to sit up and give myself more authority, but one of them just pushed me down again. ‘I want to feel you both inside me. Now.’

  ‘She thinks she can order us about, but of course she can’t. It’s only Suki Summers, after all.’ It was Merlin talking, with all his old arrogance. ‘She’s tied up and she’s lying down. So who’s the boss now?’

  ‘Right,’ said Geoffrey Grey uncertainly, ‘if you’re sure you didn’t tie it too tight, Merl? Oh, but she’s gorgeous. Let me go first.’

  ‘Be my guest. You already are, after all,’ Merlin said. He was enjoying himself. ‘I’ll wait, Geoff. Believe me, it’ll be worth waiting for.’

  I opened my eyes and took the weight of Geoffrey’s big body as he lay down on top of me, breathing heavily. He pressed his mouth onto mine and kissed me long and hard, then he pushed my legs further apart, and eased himself up inside. I loved knowing that once again I had two men on the go. I wondered what Merlin thought, watching his friend plunge his huge cock deep inside me, my tits bare and swollen, my mouth open with ecstasy. He was up close to the action this time. Rather different from watching at Mikhail’s party.

  ‘She’s wet, see, and welcoming. There won’t be anything left for you,’ Geoffrey gloated. I wrapped my legs round his waist as he started to thrust. I didn’t want Geoffrey to suspect anything, but I was keeping myself back for Merlin. I kept my mind on Geoffrey, but trained my thoughts on those few sensational times with Merlin: on his father’s bed, in the wood, at Chrissie’s party in the big house with those lads watching through the window. I kept my mind on those images, but with every fibre of willpower I stifled the urge to let the waves of my own climax break, especially when Geoffrey was thrusting harder and harder to reach his goal, slamming into me as he gave in, biting my neck as he groaned my name.

  My body already ached and felt deliciously bruised. I was light-headed and dizzy, not sure how long I had been aching like this, who was there, or who was watching me.

  Merlin was pulling Geoffrey off me. Geoffrey swore and swung round as if to punch Merlin, but Merlin was too fast. He ducked, and simply pushed Geoffrey over. This was a real test for both men, I realised. But I couldn’t let this opportunity go. I wanted Merlin. Then I wanted his father. Then I wanted Merlin again.

  ‘The tomboy turned trollop,’ Merlin murmured in my ear, smoothing his hands slowly up my sides, pushing my breasts together, letting them bounce. He darted his head down and caught one nipple in his mouth, biting it hard, sending sharp messages of desire through me as such biting always did. I trembled with the mingled pain and pleasure. Keeping his teeth round the burning bud, he raised my buttocks towards his groin, bending his head so that he could still bite my breasts and aim the tip of his cock towards my wet, waiting hole.

  ‘Just fuck me, Merlin,’ I growled.

  ‘Such language coming from the manager,’ he sniggered. ‘OK, tomboy. I’ll fuck you.’

  His cock seemed even larger than I remembered. It kept on growing as first the bulbous tip, then the first rock-hard inch crept into me, pulling out again to tease me, and then he was grinding in a little bit more, teasing, probing, nudging in and around my aching pussy, testing, tasting, exploring.

  ‘Just look how she drops all that dominatrix stuff when she’s getting a good shafting,’ he said to his friend. ‘I can’t let this golden opportunity pass me by, can I? Let’s see how long we can draw this out, eh?’

  My breath was jagged now. Merlin was inside me, letting go of my breasts, his face hanging above mine, diamonds of saliva gleaming on his lips in the firelight as he arched his back to thrust the entire length of his incredible cock in to me, and started to speed up the jerking of his buttocks.

  My arms were tied above my head, but I could still move, and I pressed my thighs hard against his hips, pulling him out of me so that he faltered momentarily then I fell with him and, as soon as we started pounding together, I felt the ecstasy gathering into a point, ready to explode, and the cool, sardonic Merlin disappeared and it was just the two of us groaning noisily on the rug. He pulled out slowly and thrust back in once, twice, and then my whole body convulsed and I knew he was climaxing too, his cock was pumping in to me, my insides were gripping him like a tight glove, squeezing every second of pleasure until the pleasure rippled, burst and faded.

  ‘Untie me please, Merlin,’ I ordered shakily, when I could get my breath. I drew my knees up to my chest, feeling the sticky fluid slicking across my thighs. ‘The night’s still young. There’s plenty more where that came from. But I can’t entertain the pair of you if I’m all trussed up like this.’

  ‘No,’ taunted Merlin, sprawling back against his armchair. ‘I like you just the way you are. Helpless and naked. Not the grand lady boss now, are you?’

  ‘And you haven’t changed a bit either,’ I snapped, twisting my wrists to see if I could loosen the knots. ‘Still the stable lad underneath it all, aren’t you? And there was me thinking how grown up you look this evening.’

  ‘Guys, guys, we’ve just had a great time,’ stuttered Geoffrey, starting to get off the floor. ‘Let’s not argue. Come here, Miss Summers. I’ll sort you out.’

  ‘Don’t you dare, Geoff,’ ordered Merlin, not budging.

  ‘I can always call Rick,’ I warned, hoping that they would let me. Rick the barman was always in the background. His mysterious, slightly menacing presence was always watching, whatever I was doing. The thought of getting him to join
us was suddenly very tempting.

  ‘Untie her, Merlin,’ a voice boomed across the room. ‘This isn’t a dungeon.’

  So much for me being the boss. The three of us were on the floor, scrabbling for our clothes as Sir Simeon darkened the doorway from the patio.

  ‘Miss Summers,’ he continued quietly, stepping over us to unlock the other door, ‘a word.’

  19

  I stood in front of Sir Simeon like a naughty schoolgirl in front of the headmaster. He had kicked Merlin and Geoffrey out of the room before I could protest, and they were waiting for me in the bar like sulky boys.

  I was still in sexed-up mode. I tried to conjure up the image of Sir Simeon’s cock thrusting inside me, his face loosening with ecstasy, his voice cracking with climax – anything to lighten the situation, but his face gave nothing away. It was as if each time I wanted to charm him, I would have to start from scratch.

  ‘Merlin is best off in the country, don’t you think?’ he said, picking up a photograph that I’d placed on the table next to the fire. It showed me on my favourite Arab mare a few years ago, my hair and her tail streaming out in a dramatic sunset and the great pyramids in the background. ‘He has a job to do down there, after all. I don’t think London is the place for him.’

  ‘He’s here as my guest, Sir Simeon, as well as being a member of the club,’ I replied airily, putting one hand on my hip, determined to regain my cool. ‘And he’s going to find it very hard to stay away. I think he blends in very nicely, actually.’

  ‘Blending in isn’t exactly what he came here for though, is it?’

  ‘In the end they all come here for the same reasons,’ I replied, perching on the arm of the opposite sofa. I nonchalantly fastened a couple of buttons on my dress. ‘You know that’s why this place has become so successful. Since Mimi put me in charge and you announced you were taking a backseat, I’ve taken it upon myself to run it exactly as I please. And exactly as the members please, of course.’

  He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingertips. He was wearing a dark-navy suit with a very subtle pinstripe. The white cuffs of his shirt emphasised the brown skin of his wrists and hands. He could be a politician or an off-duty judge.

  ‘I fully supported Mimi appointing you as her successor,’ he said. ‘But I still have the power to sack you if I choose. As far as Merlin is concerned, I’m telling, not asking. And if you’re not careful, Miss Summers, you could ruin years of careful planning on my part. I don’t want Club Crème, or this new club you’re launching, to get a reputation.’

  ‘Too late, Sir Simeon.’ I came and sat beside him. ‘It already has a blistering reputation. A far more exciting reputation than it had when I came here. There’s no going back. Not unless you want to close it down altogether. And I’m not about to let that happen over a stupid family feud.’

  He stroked one finger thoughtfully along his upper lip. I kept my eyes steady on him as I slowly crossed my legs. I could feel the spunk sticking my pussy lips together, smell the tang of raw sex wafting through the hastily fastened buttons of my dress.

  ‘I can see there’s no arguing with you,’ Sir Simeon remarked after a pause. Across the patio, we could hear male laughter in the bar as Rick the barman tossed his cocktail shakers. Like that naughty schoolgirl, I was itching to be dismissed so I could get back to my mates.

  ‘I’m afraid that’s right, Sir Simeon. I’m having too much fun. I’m determined to make a success of this club, in my own sweet way.’

  ‘What a lot you’ve learned in so little time,’ he murmured, still studying me. I kept very still on the sofa beside him, and breathed in his faint cologne. ‘I didn’t spot this ruthless businesswoman tucked away under that old beret. I didn’t see the dominatrix busting out from that ill-fitting polyester suit, either. But I did see the foxy little minx!’

  ‘But do you like what you see?’ I asked softly, adding seductress to the list of my new skills. His jacket opened over his pale pink shirt as he stretched one arm along the back of the sofa. His stomach was flat and toned underneath that shirt. Those arms were strong and persuasive, I knew.

  ‘Mimi’s an expert. Like me, she spotted your potential, and she was so right. This job has opened you up. Like a flower. And now look at you.’

  ‘What do you see?’ I was bristling at the idea that Mimi had somehow shaped me. If there was some truth in what he said, it didn’t matter now. Mimi wasn’t in charge here any more. I was.

  ‘A devastatingly sexy girl-woman. Half scruff, half sophisticate. I’d still like to see you naked in the hay one day.’

  He extended his leg with a very slight grimace and I remembered that, despite the stony, unbending exterior, he had at least one weakness. There was a silence between us, broken only by the clattering of pans in the club kitchen. I sat up straighter.

  ‘How about naked right here, right now?’

  Sir Simeon laughed then, his blue eyes genuinely amused. His arm slid off the back of the sofa and gripped my shoulders, pulling me towards him until my face was a couple of inches from his.

  ‘You should know by now I prefer the element of surprise. And anyway,’ he said and glanced scornfully at my lovely kilim rug, ‘someone’s been here before me. It will have to be some other venue. I’ll find you when I want you.’

  Battle was drawn after all. I felt dizzy with the wealth of choices spreading out before me. The debonair aristocrat in front of me, his devilish son a few feet away in the bar and a posse of others both tasted and waiting in the wings. My wings.

  I jumped to my feet. ‘If that’s it, Sir Simeon, I have a club to run.’

  ‘I haven’t finished with you yet,’ he objected mildly, as I marched towards the door and held it open.

  Very slowly I did up the other buttons on my dress so that I covered up again. Respectability itself. I ran my fingers through my hair and smoothed it over my shoulders.

  ‘I’m sorry, Sir Simeon, but tonight is our first school dinners night. That’s why the club is full to bursting. I have to go and put the finishing touches to our menu.’

  He stood up as well, straightening his tie as if we actually had been conducting a board meeting.

  ‘And what’s on the menu, apart from the staff?’

  I smiled mysteriously and wagged my finger at him.

  ‘That’s easy, Sir Simeon. It’s toad in the hole.’

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