Sinclair smiled. ‘He can. That’s not what he wants.’
‘Then what does he want?’
‘Why don’t you let him tell you himself?’
She nodded. ‘All right.’ She had to admit that she was intrigued, and the idea that Zaid wanted her approval gave her a sensation of being in control. It was almost as if both of them were asking her permission to make love to her. ‘I’m listening.’
Zaid came into the room almost immediately. He carried a small, black leather case. Genevieve suspected that he had been waiting outside the door and had probably heard all of her conversation with Sinclair. His first remarks confirmed this.
‘It’s true I can buy the most beautiful whores in the world,’ he said. ‘I can buy a woman who will do absolutely anything.’ His eyes moved over her body and again she realized how much he reminded her of Sinclair. ‘Have you any idea how boring that is?’ He turned, went to the armchair and sat down, putting the leather case on the floor next to him. ‘These women can act like Hollywood film stars, but all the time you’re watching them you know their pleasure is fake. They’re thinking about the money you’re paying them. Or their next assignment. They’re thinking about their boyfriends, or their girlfriends. If you make love to them, their moans and cries are lies. Even their orgasms are probably phony. And making love is not really my kick, as they say. I like to watch. I like to see a beautiful woman being slowly brought to the point at which she loses control. But I want it to be real. Professionals bore me. You aren’t a professional, Miss Loften.’ His almost black eyes moved slowly over her half-naked body. ‘I want to watch you. I want to watch James making love to you.’
‘How do you know I won’t be faking too?’ she asked.
‘I trust James,’ Zaid said, with a quick smile.
Sinclair was standing behind her now. She felt his hands rest lightly on her waist. ‘Well, of course, Mr. Sinclair is an expert,’ she said, with light sarcasm.
Zaid laughed softly. ‘So I believe.’ He leaned back in the armchair, once again reminding Genevieve of the way Sinclair had sat and watched her during their first session together. ‘She’s far too self-assured, James. Make her lose control. But take your time.’
Sinclair pushed her forward until she was standing close to Zaid’s chair. The pressure of his hands turned her round, slowly, until she had her back to Zaid.
‘Didn’t I tell you I’d bring you a woman with a sexy arse? Was I right?’
‘She’s got too many clothes on, James.’
Sinclair laughed. He slid his hands under Genevieve’s lace panties and pushed them down, his mouth following them, taking them slowly to her ankles, his lips brushing her thighs as he did so. Genevieve stepped out of the panties. Sinclair stood up slowly, his palms stroking up her legs again to her bottom.
‘Turn her round,’ Zaid said.
Sinclair turned her, unhurriedly, his hand parting the folds of her pussy. Genevieve saw Zaid’s eyes move from her face, over her breasts and down to her now obviously aroused clit. ‘Beautiful,’ he said. ‘Why don’t all women shave themselves? Beautiful.’
Genevieve felt Sinclair’s hands move to the top of the basque, and cup her breasts. His fingers found her nipples and he rubbed them gently, circling them with his thumbs. She leaned against him, her legs slightly parted, reveling in the sensations he was giving her.
‘Do you want her stripped?’ Sinclair asked.
‘Yes,’ Zaid said, after a moment’s thought. ‘Everything except the stockings and shoes. Roll the stockings down to her knees.’ Sinclair tugged at the basque laces and Zaid added suddenly, ‘No. Wait. Let her do it, James. You carry on exciting her. She has lovely nipples. I want them to stay hard and erect.’
Genevieve managed to unfasten the basque, but it took her some time. Sinclair’s caresses were distracting her. The garter belt was easier. When she bent forward to roll down her stockings, he moved with her, his fingers still busy.
‘Now,’ Zaid said softly, ‘put her on the couch.’
Before she realized what was happening Sinclair had lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her over to the padded couch. She felt the leather, cool against her skin.
‘Tie her wrists,’ Zaid said. ‘And her ankles.’ He leaned down and picked up the case. ‘Here, I brought some scarves. Silk, you see? Nothing but the best for a beautiful lady.’
Sinclair took the scarves. ‘Do you want her on her front or her back?’
‘On her back,’ Zaid said. ‘For the moment.’
Genevieve closed her eyes, drowsy with pleasure. She let Sinclair lift her arms above her head and fasten her wrists to the padded loops on the couch. He wrapped the scarves round her ankles. She wriggled deliciously. Then she felt her legs parting. Surprised, she opened her eyes again.
‘Do you approve of our equipment, Miss Loften?’ Zaid asked softly. ‘This is a genuine antique. I believe it came from the home of a titled Victorian gentleman. It was specially made. By using the levers we can move you into any position we like. James, a little demonstration, please.’
Sinclair moved a lever and Genevieve felt her legs being lifted into the air until they formed an upright V. Another touch on the lever and her knees bent as the leather supports pressed against them. The couch tipped backwards, and then forwards. It forced her into a sitting position so that she was balancing on her bottom with her legs in the air.
‘I’m afraid you look uncomfortable, Miss Loften,’ Zaid said. ‘The Victorians had some strange ideas. The owner of this couch obviously derived satisfaction from bending helpless women into strange positions, but I think a lady looks much better lying comfortably with her legs apart. James, make Miss Loften comfortable. But on her front this time.’
Sinclair adjusted the couch, slipped the scarves from Genevieve’s wrists and ankles and turned her over.
‘A slight adjustment, James,’ Zaid said. ‘Lift that deliciously rounded bottom into the air a little.’
Once Genevieve was in position, Zaid pulled the armchair forward until he was near to her head. ‘Now, James,’ he said softly, ‘let me see some genuine reactions. Let me hear a woman moaning in pleasure. Let me hear her begging you to make her come.’
Sinclair’s eyes met Genevieve’s. He smiled. ‘That won’t take long.’
‘Maybe the lady has more self-control than you think.’
‘She hasn’t any self-control at all,’ Sinclair said. He ran his fingers over Genevieve’s shoulders and lightly down the soft inner skin of her lower arms. She shivered. ‘Not where I’m concerned.’
Zaid looked at Genevieve. ‘What do you think of that boast, Miss Loften?’
Genevieve thought there was a lot more truth in it than she wanted to admit. ‘Mr. Sinclair has an overinflated opinion of his own abilities,’ she said, hoping her voice sounded steady.
Zaid laughed. ‘We’ll give him a handicap. Or maybe it will be an advantage.’ He reached for the case, opened it, and tossed something to Sinclair. ‘Use this, James. It switches on at the side.’
Genevieve saw Sinclair inspect the gadget Zaid had given him. It was a vibrator. When he switched it on, it made a faint humming sound. Unlike some of the cruder versions of this sex toy it was not designed to look like a penis. It was ivory-colored and tapered to a blunt point.
Genevieve had only seen vibrators in advertisements and had certainly never used one. She remembered with embarrassment how the subject had once been discussed in the sports center changing-rooms, and she had expressed the opinion that only frustrated women used such things. Two young women had turned on her quite angrily and told her in no uncertain terms that they both used vibrators for solitary fun and games and insisted their boyfriends included them in their lovemaking too. They weren’t frustrated, just adventurous. By the time they had finished lecturing her, Genevieve felt like a Victorian granny out of touch with reality.
Now she felt the tingling sensation of the vibrator on the skin of her thighs. It was l
ight and pleasant, without being overtly sexy. She wriggled comfortably and sighed. Sinclair smoothed the sensitive skin behind her knees, just above the tops of her rolled-down stockings, ran the vibrator tip down her calves to her feet. Removing her shoes he touched her experimentally, until he found that she was not ticklish, then adding more pressure, he outlined her toes, one by one, unhurriedly, the vibrator sliding over the silk stockings. She sighed again, stretched and relaxed.
The vibrator moved back up her legs, lingered behind her knees again, and then traveled up to her bottom. Now the feeling began to get more erotic. Sinclair stroked her buttocks, forced the tip of the vibrator gently and briefly into the cleft between them, and then moved on to her spine.
Genevieve turned her head and saw Zaid watching her. She smiled drowsily as Sinclair reached her neck and caressed it gently, then combed the vibrator through her tousled hair. It was a strangely arousing sensation.
‘Golden hair,’ Zaid murmured. ‘I love it. But don’t send the lady to sleep, James. Not yet.’
Sinclair laughed. ‘She’ll wake up in a minute.’
The vibrator began to buzz faster. The tip fondled the nape of Genevieve’s neck, then after lingering for a tantalizing moment, the base of her spine. Because it was strangely warm and felt almost like a thick human finger she felt herself responding. With her bottom raised in the air it was easy for Sinclair to insert the vibrator between her thighs.
Now his movements were becoming more insistent and more erotic. He probed her masterfully, and she moaned involuntarily. He parted the cheeks of her buttocks and she felt the vibrator slide between them, its tip reaching for her clitoris, touching it lightly, and then withdrawing. After a few minutes of this treatment she was beginning to thrust her hips forward in an attempt to prolong the contact.
‘Be careful, James,’ Zaid said. ‘She’s going to come.’
‘Stop worrying,’ Sinclair said. ‘When I promise you a show, you get one. Miss Loften has a long way to go yet.’ He put his hand on Genevieve’s back. She felt the warmth of his palm and the steady pressure, holding her. ‘We haven’t tried this yet,’ he said softly. ‘Let’s see if you like it.’
The vibrator pushed between her buttocks, seeking her anus. She had never been entered this way before, and for a moment she panicked and tried to pull away. She felt Sinclair hesitate.
‘Nothing that she doesn’t approve of, James,’ Zaid warned. ‘I want to see pleasure, not fear.’
The vibrator tip moved to the base of her spine, tracing patterns, moving lightly over her buttocks. Genevieve relaxed. When Sinclair probed her again she let the tingling tormentor have its way. Sinclair was surprisingly gentle and she parted her legs to let him explore. It was a strange sensation. She did not find it as exciting as the clitoral stimulation he had provided earlier, but when she opened her eyes and saw Zaid watching her with obvious delight she felt it was worthwhile. His reaction aroused her more than the vibrator’s moving pressure. But Sinclair did not continue. He noted that her response was not wholly enthusiastic and slowly withdrew it.
‘You’re stopping, James?’ Zaid sounded disappointed.
‘Miss Loften isn’t quite sure about this treatment,’ Sinclair said. ‘And this isn’t the time to teach her how to appreciate it.’ Genevieve felt her body returning to its original horizontal position and then her hands and feet were untied. ‘I know what you want to see, Zaid. Trust me.’
‘I want to see this beautiful woman begging for an orgasm,’ Zaid said softly. ‘The most exciting sight in the world. English women are usually so cool and self-possessed, I love to see them lose control. Show me this, James. Show me now.’
Genevieve felt strong hands turn her over, and retie her wrists and ankles. The couch was adjusted so that her body was almost flat and her legs bent and apart. The spiky tips of her pale-gray heels dug into the dark green leather.
Through half-closed eyes Genevieve stared up at Sinclair. It was impossible not to be aroused by his expression. Possessive, slightly mocking, and totally self-assured. Even before he touched her she felt her body respond. When he moved his hands over her breasts and rolled her half-erect nipples between his fingers, the combination of discomfort and erotic pleasure made her gasp.
He worked on her silently, using his fingers, the palms of his hands, and his lips and tongue. He moved from her breasts to her stomach, circling her navel, and then to her thighs. One hand reached for a lever and the couch forced her legs still further apart, allowing him to kneel between them. His hands moved under her buttocks, lifting them, pulling her towards him. His tongue found the swollen bud of her clit; his lips sucked her.
Looking down and seeing the top of his head moving between her thighs was almost as arousing as the sensations he was giving her. She strained against the scarves, not because she wished to get free, but because it was impossible to lie still while he held her so expertly on the brink of release. Her hips pushed towards his face, but he simply moved back, dug his fingers harder into the firm flesh of her bottom, and teased her with more activity from his tongue.
She groaned in frustration and twisted her head sideways towards Zaid. She realized in surprise that he was not looking down at Sinclair. He was watching her face, watching her expression as she fought for control, enjoying the inarticulate noises she was making as Sinclair continued his delicious torment.
Sinclair’s tongue moved faster. Genevieve thrust her body upwards, trying to force him into applying the pressure needed to trigger her response. As her head thrashed from side to side she saw Zaid smile.
‘Beg him.’ Zaid’s voice was hoarse with excitement. ‘Beg him. Let me hear you. Beg him.’
‘Please…’ Genevieve moaned, as much for herself as to please Zaid. ‘Let me…make me…please.’
She felt her body shuddering, slipping out of control, and knew she was going to come, whether Sinclair intended it or not. Her back arched and she strained at the restraints that held her.
‘Oh…yes,’ she cried. ‘Oh…yes, please, now…!’
Her orgasm was intense and prolonged, subsiding gradually so that she was still panting and shivering with pleasure long after Sinclair had moved away from her. With her eyes half-closed she looked drowsily up at his tall figure standing over her, and then turned her head sideways to glance at Zaid.
He was relaxing back in his chair, smiling contentedly. She realized that she did not know if he had masturbated while watching her, but she had a feeling that he had not. His pleasure seemed to come, as he claimed, from watching her facial reactions, from seeing her metamorphose from a cool, self-possessed woman into a sexual creature frantic for orgasmic release.
Strange, she thought. You would think this would be the easiest erotic fantasy to fulfil, and yet it was probably one of the hardest. His money could buy him a hollow performance from professionals, but how many women could he trust to behave as naturally and uninhibitedly as she had just done? Clearly Zaid had to be careful with whom he allowed himself to be involved. His need for discretion was probably greater than hers. He had to be certain he could trust both the woman and the man.
She hardly felt Sinclair untie her hands and feet. She lay drowsily on the couch, her body relaxed, almost unaware of her nakedness until she realized Zaid was staring down at her.
‘Do you realize how beautiful you looked, Genevieve?’ he asked softly.
She smiled up at him. ‘I never thought about it.’
‘Don’t you enjoy seeing a man lose control? Don’t you enjoy knowing that you’ve given him this pleasure?’
She saw Sinclair standing behind Zaid. ‘Sometimes,’ she said. Her eyes held Sinclair’s for a moment. ‘It depends on why I’m making love to him.’
‘A woman like you only makes love because she wants to,’ Zaid said. ‘That’s why it’s such an intense pleasure for me to watch you. I know it’s genuine. Believe me, I’m an expert. I know you were not faking.’ He smiled, and again she was reminded of Sinclair. �
��I shall not forget you. If you ever need anything I can supply, you have only to ask. James will tell you how to contact me. I don’t pretend to be of any particular importance, but I do have some influence in certain spheres. You won’t forget? There is no time limit on this promise.’ He ran his hand over his jet-black hair and tugged at his immaculate jacket. ‘And now I must go back to my guests. There is a bathroom and also some food and wine if you need refreshments.’ His dark eyes lingered on Genevieve’s face for one last moment. ‘Don’t forget, beautiful lady. Anything within my power. Any time.’
After a quick shower Genevieve dressed and followed Sinclair into an adjoining room, simply furnished, where a gourmet buffet had been laid out for the two of them. As she sampled the delicacies, Sinclair poured her a glass of wine.
‘You impressed Zaid,’ he said. ‘But I knew you would. I know his tastes.’
‘You’ve done this before?’ she asked.
‘No,’ he said. ‘Zaid and I had talked about it, though.’ He glanced at her. ‘It isn’t easy to find the right woman.’
‘I’d have thought under certain circumstances it would have been harder to find the right man. I know you kept your clothes on, but what if your friend had asked you to provide a more basic form of stimulation?’
Sinclair shrugged. ‘Fuck you properly, you mean? I’d have done it.’ He grinned faintly. ‘I’m quite capable of it, you know.’
‘I thought men didn’t like performing in front of each other.’
‘Whoever gave you that idea?’
‘I read it somewhere. Something to do with masculine pride.’ She sipped her wine. ‘I mean, you might be embarrassed because yours isn’t as big as his.’ She saw Sinclair begin to grin. ‘Or something,’ she added.
Sinclair’s grin turned into a smile of genuine amusement. ‘There aren’t many men as big as me,’ he said smugly. ‘You should know that.’
‘You really are a conceited bastard,’ Genevieve said.
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