Ethan and Jeremy’s laughter filled the space they inhabited. Although she desperately wanted to giggle too, she daren’t. The fact she’d spoken out in the first place had probably earned her a few extra smacks, so she wasn’t about to make things worse by joining in with their mirth. She bit her lip hard. With her face concealed, she pulled herself together and waited patiently for what would happen next.
After a few seconds, the men managed to get a hold of themselves and the atmosphere reverted to its previous seriousness. She heard the soft whisper of material, indicating that Ethan was moving around. Then the whoop of something being swung through the air. Purely on instinct, Alice stiffened, readying herself for the inevitable impact.
It never came. Not right away, anyway. Ethan was clearly getting a feel for his new instrument, as there were several repetitions of the strange, intimidating sound before he stepped up behind her and trailed his hand across her bare buttocks. He continued to do this for a minute or so, sensitising her skin. If she had not known better, he would have lulled her into a false sense of security. But Alice wasn’t fooled, not for a minute. She forced herself to relax, knowing that the blows would come, and the more tense her bum was, the more it would hurt.
It was only when Ethan stepped away from her again that she knew it was time. The handle of the tool he was employing on this occasion was so long that if he stood right behind her and administered it, he’d smack her head and probably Jeremy’s too. And that would never do. She heard a couple more swoops through the air, a pause, then the next swing landed on her naked skin. The surface of the unknown implement was so large it reached both her buttocks at the same time, and the material of which it was made left one hell of a sting in its wake, though it took a second or two to register.
She let out an anguished yell and flung her head back, narrowly missing head-butting Jeremy as she moved.
He cupped her face in his hands and gave her a reassuring smile. ‘Come on, Alice, you can do this, you know you can. I’ve long thought there was a much better use for a carpet beater than its intended one, and you’re helping to prove my theory correct.’ He lifted his gaze to his friend and gave a nod. With that, Ethan laid another smack on her arse. She looked into Jeremy’s eyes, attempting to lose herself in them and therefore shut everything out and stop her natural reactions to what was happening. Her eyelids fluttered slightly at the blow, and she clenched her teeth so hard that she feared her jaw would pop, but she didn’t make another sound.
Jeremy stroked her hair. ‘Good girl. I told you you could do it.’ He slipped his other hand down and rearranged himself in the crotch area. ‘Sorry,’ he said, appearing trite, ‘things are getting rather tight down there.’
She couldn’t prevent the corners of her mouth curving up at his words, but mercifully all he did was smile back. Her miniscule grin clearly wasn’t cause for further punishment, thank God. The blows she was receiving were more than enough, in her opinion. Somehow, they hurt more than anything Jeremy and Ethan had subjected her to previously. She didn’t know if it was the stuff – rattan, she assumed – the carpet beater was made from, or whether it was because the pattern made the points of contact so much more unpredictable. All she was sure of was that it fucking hurt, and Jeremy was confident she could take it without flinching. She’d do her best to please him, of course, but it would be tough.
In the end, it turned out that trying not to react was the perfect antidote to the pain. She was concentrating so hard on not rocking her body away from the blows, not gripping Jeremy’s thighs until he squealed, not making a noise, not pulling a face … The list went on, and each distraction kept her brain so busy that it was almost as if a barrier had been formed between the beater and her bottom. A barrier of thoughts and pure determination.
Ethan continued to whack her bottom, and despite the fact the pain almost felt like it was happening to someone else, Alice couldn’t ignore the blood rushing to the surface of her arse cheeks and the intense heat it caused. It burned so hot that she suspected it would be possible to fry an egg on her butt. It was awful and incredible all at once, the discomfort morphing into pleasure, making her so wet her pussy juices were seeping down towards her knees. She felt sure a glance at her clit would confirm it had grown to an enormous size. But she didn’t move; she continued to lock gazes with Jeremy, stoically taking everything Ethan had to give, knowing that each and every blow brought her closer to the end of the task and the no doubt delicious fuck that would follow it. And she didn’t care who fucked her – Jeremy, Ethan, both at once. Whatever they offered, she would take and take it greedily until she climaxed.
Jeremy reached down to rearrange himself again; the task was clearly getting to him, exciting him further with each spank. Then he cupped her head once more and pulled her towards him, slanted his lips over hers, and kissed her. It was no peck either. It was about as far from chaste as a kiss could possibly get and still be on someone’s mouth. Tangling a hand in her hair, Jeremy used it to hold her tightly to him, his lips crushing bruisingly against hers. His tongue possessed her mouth without an ounce of tenderness; he was forceful, stopping just this side of cruelty. Alice loved it. The passion with which he kissed her was a non-verbal way of telling her just how much he wanted her, needed her. And it thrilled her to her very core. Pulling back ever so slightly, he sucked her plump bottom lip into his mouth and toyed with it for several minutes. Every second that passed pushed Alice closer and closer to an erotic meltdown. She’d never felt so hot just from a kiss. But then, there was also a man tormenting her arse. Eventually, with a final cheeky nip, Jeremy released her lip. The devilish smile and the look in his eyes told her that he had been just as affected by their kiss as she had. She was sorry it had ended, and hoped there would be many more like it in her future. Her near future, hopefully.
Her brain regained some of its function and she realised that she’d long ago lost count of the number of blows that had been rained down on her ample bottom. However, somewhere inside herself she knew it would be over soon. The two men never gave more than she could take, and she was getting close to the point where the feeling stopped being an incredible mixture of pleasure and pain and started becoming unpleasant and unwanted.
Sure enough, a couple of whacks later, Ethan put down the beater. He gave a huge sigh, as though he was relieved to have stopped, and she realised that spanking her was probably as physically draining for him as it was for her, if not more so. Jeremy had definitely got the best part of this particular deal. He smiled, then slid gently out from beneath her, leaving her still bent over the step, her hands now on the rough wooden surface. She wondered why she hadn’t yet been given permission to get up. Oh God, Jeremy wasn’t going to have a turn, was he? She was sure she couldn’t take any more, not today.
She needn’t have worried. It soon became apparent all he wanted to do was inspect Ethan’s handiwork.
‘Fuck,’ he said, with a feather-light touch to her flaming skin, ‘that really does pack a punch, doesn’t it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her arse that red. It’s almost purple! But those patterns are amazing, aren’t they?’
Ethan murmured his agreement, then cleared his throat. ‘Right –’ He moved to Alice’s side and took her hand. ‘Shall we get you upstairs? I’m absolutely dying to fuck you and there’s nowhere suitable here.’
It crossed her mind that the easiest – and certainly quickest – solution would be for him leave her where she was, take his cock out and fuck her from behind. He was a smart guy, surely he’d realised that? But, she surmised, he was also a very nice guy, and had probably decided that her backside had had enough torture for one day, without him slamming against it from behind as he screwed her.
She struggled up, her trembling legs barely able to support her weight. Immediately, Ethan slipped his arm around her back and helped her as the three of them made their way back to their living quarters. Jeremy followed close behind.
With every step she took, she felt
the material of her dress sweeping against her bum. It was barely a stroke, but the pain in her arse was such that even someone breathing on her tender, crimson skin would probably make her cringe. Fortunately, the throb of her clit, which reminded her that none of them had got any release so far, spurred her on enough to get back to her room.
Once there, Ethan started to undress her as Jeremy closed the door behind them. Then he bade her climb up onto the bed and wait for him on all fours while he took his own clothes off. She twisted her head to watch him strip; an experience that she never got tired of observing. She enjoyed seeing each exposed part of his body; from his broad, muscular shoulders and the mop of brown hair that almost brushed them to the long, lean expanse of his legs. Regardless of how delectable he looked naked, though, her absolute favourite part of him was his smile. He treated her to one, his dimples appearing and his kissable lips and straight white teeth combining to create a sight that Alice could happily drink in again and again for the rest of her life.
Her favourite part of Jeremy was his eyes. For two relatively small parts of the human anatomy, his were very expressive. It was pretty easy, now she knew him better, to tell when he was happy, sad, angry, curious … and aroused. A further movement of her head confirmed that he was indeed, still horny. The gaze he fixed on her, though she’d never be able to describe exactly how, if asked, was a naughty one. It was laden with intent, with promise and longing. But, unfortunately for him, he wasn’t going to get her. Not right now, anyway.
Ethan joined her on the bed, clambering towards the pillow and settling on his back. He beckoned to her, and she went quickly, eagerly. She straddled his hips, then shuffled up so she could kiss him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jeremy move, then became aware that he was standing at the foot of the bed where, when they began fucking, he would have the most graphic view. She heard the flap of his belt being opened, and the zip of his fly. Clearly he was intending to get his own release, just as they would get theirs.
Leaning down, she pressed her lips to Ethan’s. Immediately he moved his hands up to her head, cradling it as he reciprocated. He was much gentler than Jeremy had been earlier, but equally thorough. His tongue tickled the sensitive inside edges of her lips, her teeth, and then got into a delicious rhythmic dance with her own tongue. A fresh burst of energy rushed through her veins, and she kissed Ethan with renewed vigour, gripping his firm biceps and pulling in a deep breath through her nostrils. She closed her eyes as bliss overtook her. Another trickle of juice ran down her thigh, leaking onto Ethan’s stomach.
Alice imagined Jeremy had a totally pornographic view of her wet and splayed pussy as she straddled his friend. Not to mention her severely reddened arse cheeks. When she listened carefully, tell-tale sounds indicated that he had already begun to stroke his cock. At this rate, he’d come before they’d even started fucking. Oh well, to be truthful, as long as she got her orgasm, she wasn’t really bothered who else came and when. She was just that horny.
Soon, her and Ethan’s kiss got to the manic stage where usually they’d start rolling around on the bed until they finally fucked. But on this occasion, it was clear that wasn’t going to happen; for that, Alice was supremely grateful. There was no way she wanted her bum to touch the bed, or anything for that matter. She’d sleep naked, on her front, and with no sheets tonight, she knew. She’d have to skip a shower too. Even cold water on her tormented skin would be excruciating, like when a person was sunburned. Ouch. But it wasn’t all bad – every smart and sting would remind her of the kinky fun she and the men had enjoyed.
Ethan pulled her from her thoughts by snaking a hand down past their torsos and slipping it between her legs. He let out a grunt as his fingers touched her soaked pussy, then he pulled away from her mouth so he could speak. ‘Good God, Alice. You are so wet, absolutely sodden. I’m surprised Jeremy was able to resist fucking you, given the amazing view he’s got.’
Jeremy’s response was deadpan. ‘Trust me, the only reason I’ve been able to resist is the fact that if anyone fucks her from behind now, or for the next few days, they will be making her scream with the unpleasant kind of pain, not pleasure. And I only like hurting her in the good way.’
‘You and me both, mate.’ Ethan shot back. Then, to Alice. ‘Sit on my cock.’
She needed no more encouragement. The smarting of her butt had lessened to a dull throb, given it was in the air with nothing touching it, so she was able to shift back down Ethan’s body and position the blunt, purple head of his prick at her entrance. Then she let gravity do its job until he was buried inside her to the hilt. Their groans filled the room, and Ethan reached up to squeeze and stroke her tits as she began to rock back and forth on his shaft. They grinned at one another, revelling in their combined pleasure. Then he pinched her nipples, eliciting a squeal and a clench of her pussy walls around his dick. Now it was his turn to make a surprised sound.
‘Serves you right,’ she said with a grin. ‘Don’t you think I’ve had enough pain to deal with for one day?’
He had the good sense to look apologetic. ‘Sorry, but those nipples of yours are just so … pinchable.’
She leant down so her tits dangled above him, but his height meant they didn’t quite reach his mouth. ‘Suck ’em instead, then.’
Ethan leant up and did as she said.
Still riding his cock, Alice flung her head back and purred like a contented cat as her pussy and tits were stimulated at the same time. She realised that if she moved, she could add her clit to that list too. Doing just that, Alice began to circle her hips, pleasuring herself against Ethan’s pubic bone as she screwed him slowly.
A deep moan came from his throat and the faint tremors vibrated through the breast he was suckling. Another spike of arousal zipped through Alice’s body and suddenly she sat up straight, popping her nipple from Ethan’s mouth.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, pushing her hair off her face, ‘I’m just … I just … I need to come. Don’t you?’
Ethan nodded emphatically, then grasped her waist and held her steady as she began to bounce up and down on his cock, one hand clamped between her thighs. She heard heavy breathing from behind her, and guessed Jeremy was getting close to his orgasm. Figuring that she’d already helped him along the way, but couldn’t physically do anything else to make him come, she concentrated on herself and Ethan and where their bodies were joined. Her index finger and thumb pinched and rolled at her heavily distended clit as she fucked him. Before long, she felt the delicious sensations in her abdomen that meant her climax was drawing close.
She notched things up a level, riding Ethan harder, faster, and matching the pace as she teased her clit. His fingers tightened on her waist and she suspected he too, was experiencing the first signs of release.
‘Help me,’ she gasped, out of breath as she was, ‘help me fuck you harder. I need to come, and I know you do too.’
He said nothing, only nodded, and used his grip on her to assist her as she rode him. Pushing her up, then slamming her down on his thick cock, time and time again until she stiffened and froze, with the exception of the hand that still stimulated her clit. Then Alice came. The tightening of her abdomen increased, then popped like a balloon full of water, orgasmic pleasure rushing through her body at an incredible speed and making her laugh, then scream, with joy. The walls of her cunt contracted, gripping Ethan’s cock in a tight sheath and triggering his own orgasm.
Jeremy’s release made three, and Alice felt a spurt of something warm and wet on the back of her legs as the room was filled with grunts, moans, and pleas to any deity who would listen. She collapsed onto Ethan, moving up and down slightly with the rise and fall of his chest, and smiled as she heard just how fast his heart was beating. Hers was the same, of course, but he was much fitter than her, so it was gratifying that she’d got him going so much.
She heard Jeremy go into the bathroom, and was about to roll over to see what he was doing, and to take the weight off Ethan, when sh
e remembered. The last thing she wanted to do was roll onto her arse. So, in a totally ungraceful move, she extricated herself from Ethan and flopped onto the bed on her front. As the other sensations throughout her body died down, the intense heat from the skin of her buttocks became more apparent. Which just made the sudden cold all the more shocking.
She squealed. The men laughed, then Jeremy said, ‘Relax, babe. I grabbed some moisturiser from the bathroom and I’m going to cover your luscious arse with it. Hopefully you’ll be able to sit down again at some point this week.’
Mumbling obscenities into the pillow, she allowed Jeremy to moisturise her bottom. And, to be fair to him, he was being as soft and gentle as was possible. He smoothed a cool, thick layer of the liquid onto her skin, then advised her to leave it to soak in overnight. It would help with the pain.
Personally, Alice thought he was full of shit, but the tiny stroking motions, combined with the chilly lotion, had been soothing. Soothing enough to let the exertions of the evening take their toll on her and pull her into a light doze, which grew rapidly deeper. Just before she nodded off, she heard someone close her bedroom window. Then Jeremy spoke. ‘I’ll turn the heating up in a minute. I don’t want her getting cold.’
She had a smile on her face when she fell asleep; the last thought in her mind as she drifted off that she wished her contract at Davenport Manor would never come to an end.
Chapter Fifteen
‘OK,’ Alice said, draining her glass of apple juice and putting it into the dishwasher, ‘well, I’d better go and get the ballroom set up for the meeting. I’ll see you two later.’
Jeremy had a mouthful of cereal and so didn’t say anything, merely looked at her questioningly. Ethan, who’d just returned from his en suite, having brushed his teeth, said, ‘Hey, wait. What do you mean, get the ballroom set up?’
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