by N. K. Fox
Chapter Five
When Georgie awoke hours later it was already starting to get dark outside. Although she had slept for most of the day, instead of feeling refreshed she still felt drained and out of synch with the rest of the world.
Her limbs were heavy as she dragged herself to the shower. Hot jets of water pummelled her skin, her flesh turning pink from the pressurised stream. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the last few days. She needed to clear her mind and keep focused. ‘What’s happening to me?’ she groaned, leaning her forehead against the glass shower screen.
The shame of what she had done, how she had behaved and how it could ruin her family if the press found out nearly crushed her. Her recent actions were so out of character, she needed to regain control of the situation. Tonight things would change. She had another chance with Gideon and this time she’d be properly prepared. She would do whatever it took to get to the bottom of Lily’s disappearance, and the more she thought about it the more she thought Gideon would be the key.
Feeling more alert she dressed in a simple yet classy black skirt and fitted shirt. She was still unclear of Gideon’s intentions for her; there was always a chance she had misread the situation. All the same she chose her underwear carefully, a white lacy bra and panties.
Richard was waiting downstairs, looking as handsome as ever in jeans and a black shirt. But there was something else, a strained look behind his usual easy smile, and this slight chink in his armour unnerved her more than any of the events leading up to this. She needed Richard to be strong for her, to be strong for Lily. She couldn’t do this without him.
‘Is Bunnie here yet?’ she asked.
‘She won’t be long. I just got a call from her saying she’s about to leave her place.’
Georgie paced the reception hall, the clicking of her stiletto heels echoing off the marble floor. She was agitated, unable to settle. Patience was not one of her virtues.
Doubts flooded her mind. She must be crazy going back to that house, back to a man who she believed to be linked to Lily’s disappearance, and worse, could possibly be on to her.
The thought of her sister made the knot in her stomach tighten. What had happened to her little sister? To find and bring her home was Georgie’s sole objective at the moment. That was the only reason she was walking back into the lion’s den. At least that was what she was telling herself.
Although she was not at all happy about going back there, a small part of her was shamefully keen to be with Gideon again. She remembered the ecstasy on his face as he filled her with his spunk and it sent an electric current through her that had nothing to do with fear. Her sex was still sensitive from the onslaught of the night before and she longed for a repeat of the virgin sensations of being buggered.
She stopped pacing and went to the study, where Richard was sitting watching a golf tournament on television. She turned off the set as she walked past to pour herself come Dutch courage. Richard didn’t say anything but turned his attention to her.
‘So, how do I look?’ she asked, trying to sound light-hearted.
He looked her up and down deliberately, half smiling, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘Very nice,’ he said simply.
‘Very nice? Is that all you can say? Not, a vision of beauty that blinds you with radiance?’ Georgie teased.
Richard cracked a smile and Georgie pictured him, aged eight years old, the same mischievous grin on his face, and something about the innocent memory of a simpler time made her want to cry. Seeing her change of expression he stood up and took her in his arms in a bone-crushing hug.
‘Lady Georgina, you are always the most beautiful woman in any room,’ he whispered in her ear. His warm breath on her neck brought her out in goose bumps. She buried her head into his shoulder and slowly he stroked her hair. ‘I promise we’ll find Lily,’ he said.
‘I hope I’m not interrupting anything,’ said Bunnie abruptly from the open door. Georgie sprung away from Richard, not sure why she felt as if she’d been caught doing something naughty.
‘Sorry I’m late,’ Bunnie ventured sulkily when neither of them spoke to her. ‘Are we still on for tonight?’
‘Yep, all systems go,’ said Richard. ‘Ready?’ he asked Georgie.
‘Ready,’ she replied.
The evening outside was chilly, and as she said goodbye to them both she wished with all her heart that she could stay with them. She drove away alone, the other two following in Bunnie’s black sports convertible. Not very inconspicuous in the circumstances, Georgie thought, but Richard could be very persuasive. Her escorts pulled over just before she turned into Gideon’s driveway and she suddenly felt very alone. They would wait, and if she hadn’t reappeared by 2 a.m. they would come in looking for her.
But a lot could happen between now and then.
As Georgie stood alone at the front door she realised what a risky plan it was, and it seemed immeasurably more dangerous than when they discussed it in the safety of the Manor. Nevertheless she reached out and knocked, and Gideon himself answered looking immaculate but conservative in a black suit and tie.
‘Right on time,’ he said. ‘I must admit, after you disappeared last night I wasn’t sure I’d be seeing you again.’
Georgie hated how controlled he looked, always that amused look in his eye, like he was laughing at some private joke. But she smiled politely. It was all part of the game and she intended to win this round.
‘I’m sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye, or thanking you for your kind hospitality,’ she said warmly. ‘I really didn’t mean to be rude but my friend wasn’t feeling very well, so I drove her home. I hope I’m still welcome this evening?’
‘Well of course, my dear young lady,’ he said, opening the door wider to grant her entry. ‘Come in, come in. I’m delighted you accepted my invitation, as I feel like I barely got to know you last night.’
As Georgie followed him down the hallway she thought how oddly formal the conversation was considering he’d had is cock up her arse just the night before, but she was prepared to play along for now.
She hadn’t seen his wife Mary yet, and kind of hoped she was out. She’d barely been introduced to the woman before fucking her husband, so she couldn’t face making small talk with her.
They entered a room Georgie hadn’t seen before, and she found it to her liking. It was a comfortable den with two brown leather sofas facing each other, separated by a low mahogany coffee table. A television was discreetly hidden in a cabinet in the corner, giving the impression that this was a more frequently used living space.
The man sitting on one of the sofas stood up when she walked into the room. He was classically handsome and looked very distinguished in a grey three-piece suit. Georgie guessed he was in his late thirties.
‘My dear, I would like you to meet James Dowding,’ Gideon said from behind her.
‘Pleased to meet you,’ Georgie offered. She shook his hand and noticed well manicured nails.
‘Likewise,’ James responded with a wry smile. ‘Gideon’s been telling me all about you.’
‘All good I hope,’ she said, a blush creeping into her cheeks. In her mind there was only one thing he could have told James about her.
‘Of course,’ said Gideon, taking her arm, guiding her to sit. He poured them all drinks and sat next to James, both men facing her on the opposite sofa, making her feel very self-conscious.
‘James is a government minister,’ Gideon began. ‘He had to pass this way on party matters.’ He turned to his friend. ‘What was it this time, James? Some hearts and minds campaign?’ Before allowing him to respond he turned his attention back to Georgie. ‘Anyway, I invited him to stay here rather than a hotel. Mary’s at her sister’s for a few nights, so at least I won’t be rattling around in this big old place alone.’
Georgie was relieved Mary wouldn�
�t be getting in the way, and relaxed with a large sip of wine. They spent an enjoyable spell talking and drinking, James entertaining them with stories of what some colleagues got up to behind closed doors, almost making Georgie wish she had taken politics instead of law!
Gideon apologised for being a bad host and explained that with Mary away he couldn’t even find his way around an egg timer, so they opted for a takeaway. By eleven o’clock Georgie was pleasantly tipsy and content to sit and listen to the boys arguing politics. Gideon was championing the local councils while James, in his position, could only see the bigger picture.
Still Georgie was troubled; she had no idea why Gideon had asked her there. Why would he want her to meet James? He seemed nice enough but she saw no need for their introduction. Unless he invited her under the pretext of meeting his friend and he was hoping that when James went to bed they would have a rerun of the previous night. Despite her shame the thought appealed to Georgie, and if that was the case, she hoped James would hurry up and go to bed soon.
‘Another drink?’ Gideon offered, looking at James first. Georgie thought she saw something pass between them in that eye contact, and hoped James got the message and would leave them alone.
‘Yes please,’ he said, much to Georgie’s annoyance. He really couldn’t take a hint!
Gideon stood to refresh all three glasses, this time returning to sit next to Georgie. But the conversation didn’t resume and the atmosphere between the two men changed noticeably. Gideon still looked comfortable in his own surroundings, but his expression was focused and a sly smile played on his lips. James, on the other hand, appeared slightly nervous and would not look directly at either of them. He took a long drink of his whisky and continued to stare at the glass in his hand. Maybe he had guessed why Georgie was there and didn’t know about Gideon and his wife’s less than conventional marriage. Well it wasn’t her problem or her place to explain it to him.
Gideon placed a hand on her thigh and slowly stroked higher up the inside of her leg. Georgie didn’t mind, as Gideon was probably getting impatient too and hoping James would finally take the hint and retire for the night. Georgie felt the familiar warm tingling begin to spread through her body. He moved closer and she nuzzled back into him, enjoying the warmth of his body. Still they remained silent, so Georgie opened her mouth to make some benign comment to get the conversation restarted, when Gideon cupped her breast and began to squeeze and stroke, in full view of his guest. Georgie flushed. She looked at James who was staring at Gideon, and not at her she noticed, a little disappointed despite herself. With his free hand Gideon unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her lacy white bra, both nipples already visibly erect.
‘Didn’t I tell you she had beautiful tits?’ Gideon said into the silence, Georgie already squirming under his touch. James watched, his expression was unreadable.
‘Do you want to suck one?’ Gideon offered. ‘Georgie won’t mind, she’s a dirty little bitch. You should have seen her last night.’
Georgie might have retorted indignantly to this last comment if he hadn’t accompanied it with a sharp pinch to one of her nipples. She gasped. It must have appealed to James as he slid off the sofa to his knees. He shuffled around the table until he was kneeling before her, his face level with her breasts.
So this was why Gideon had invited her, to share her with a powerful friend, an influential man, almost certainly to curry favours of a corrupt kind. Georgie fought to bite back her anger. She had to remember why she was there. Whatever feelings she may or may not have for Gideon was beside the point. Her sister was missing and even if she was a bit tipsy she had to remain focused.
Gideon’s expert hands eased her breasts from her bra in one easy movement and cupped them, holding them like an offering to James. He took one nipple greedily in his mouth, sucking hard, arousing her despite her predicament.
Gideon watched and she felt a hard bulge pushing against her thigh, and knew this was turning him on as much as it was her. If she could keep him off guard she might learn more about his association with The Greenman pub, and possibly Lily’s disappearance. So determinedly she reached forward and tugged on James’ straining zip.
He didn’t move as she tugged out his penis, thick and heavy in her hand. Slowly she rolled the foreskin over the bulbous head, his shaft lengthening. Up and down she moved her hand, gently but steadily pumping him as he suckled on her breasts.
He was still only semi-erect, so she pulled him closer and leant down to take him in her mouth. James stood up, urging his hips forward. She sucked on the salty head of his penis, using her tongue to lick the sensitive tip. With her free hand she grasped his balls and massaged them.
‘Jesus!’ he breathed, his cock stiffening even more, and aware of Gideon watching her she sucked avidly, taking as much of the length down her throat as she could manage. If this was why he wanted her there she would not disappoint him. She smiled to herself when Gideon also stood up and opened his fly, pulling out his erection, as stiff and solid as the night before. She held a throbbing cock in each hand and pulled them both to her, stroking and licking.
She felt a great sense of power, to know she had both men in her control. They would soon be eating out of her hand - or somewhere else, perhaps. Bringing them together, the tips of their erections touching, she licked and sucked, making them glisten with saliva and pre-cum.
‘Did I mention that until last night this little slut had never taken it up the arse?’ Gideon said suddenly, making her blush anew. James could only grunt in response. Gideon chuckled lewdly. ‘I was the first cock she’d ever had up that tight virgin hole, and very nice it was too. Do you want your cock to be the second, my old friend?’
Georgie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not only was Gideon talking about her as if she wasn’t there, but he was offering her to his associate for sex as if she was a commodity to be bought and sold. He was treating her like a common whore! But to her shame, if not her surprise, her body responded to the humiliating stimulus. With her emotions in a whirl she didn’t hear James accept, but Gideon said to her, ‘On your hands and knees, young lady. Why don’t you show my friend how you took it last night?’
She flushed with indignant embarrassment but did as he told her. What else could she do? On all fours she looked up at Gideon, helplessness in her eyes.
‘There’s a good girl,’ he said, gently stroking her face.
James knelt behind her and laid a hand on her bottom, and Georgie whimpered at his touch and the inevitable. He pulled the wet strip of her panties aside and gazed longingly at her exposed pussy lips and anus. She knew Gideon was watching her every move, so she angled her hips and moved her legs apart, displaying her glistening wet valley to James. It seemed to please him as she heard an appreciative sigh.
Gideon sat on the sofa, pulled her between his thighs, held her head and fed his erection into her mouth. She sucked him slavishly, taking more and more until it nudged the back of her throat and she almost gagged.
James began to prod the head of his cock against her wrinkled little star. She could feel her insides begin to squirm, already anticipating the impending intrusion. She felt her tight ring begin to give as the muscles were tested and probed. With a few sharp shoves his cock had entered her and his length eased deeper, sending her insides into spasm. He grunted as his groin nestled against her bottom and his entire cock was embedded inside her.
‘Didn’t I tell you she’s good?’ Gideon said. ‘So accommodating, but so tight.’
James began to bugger her, holding her by the hips and rocking back and forth, each thrust opening her wider. Every nerve in Georgie’s body was on edge and she shook uncontrollably as she was fucked at both ends. Her immediate orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, the sheer indecency of the act nearly tipping her over the edge.
Gideon pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. James continued thrusting for a few m
oments then stopped abruptly. Georgie could feel him tremble, still embedded deep inside her rectum, and suspected he was close to ejaculating already. He suddenly fell forward, pushing her to the floor so that his full weight was on top of her, forcing her face against the carpet. She managed to keep her legs from buckling, her bottom still in the air.
Georgie was pinned down by his weight, but he wasn’t moving at all. She could feel his solid dick still inside her and wondered what was happening. James’ face was close to hers, his eyes were closed but he looked in pain.
‘Oh God,’ he whimpered. ‘Sweet Jesus! Ah! Ah! Oh God, he’s in me. His cock is up my fucking arse!’
The string of words tumbled from his lips and it took a moment for Georgie to realise what he was saying.
‘This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it James?’ gloated Gideon. ‘You wanted me to fuck you, isn’t that right?’ He thrust so hard that Georgie felt it in her own bottom, pushing James’ cock deeper inside her so they both gasped in unison.
‘You sound like you’re both really enjoying yourselves,’ Gideon sniggered.
‘Yes, fuck me,’ James begged, suddenly unable to deny it was what he truly wanted. ‘Fuck me, please.’
Georgie felt another shunt as Gideon thrust again. James seemed oblivious to her now. He kept up a stream of curses, muttered under his breath as Gideon buggered him methodically, while he in turn was still deep inside Georgie. Each thrust jolted her, driving James’ penis in and out of her, pushing her closer to her own climax.
Gideon’s movements were hard, rough, more animalistic than the night before with Georgie. It was as though a primitive lust had taken over. He was the alpha male asserting his authority over his pack.
‘So deep...’ James mumbled almost incoherently. ‘My arse is so full... you’re so fucking big...’ He opened his eyes and gazed dreamily at Georgie. He held her face and kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth with little finesse. Georgie tried to kiss him back but his grip was too tight and she could only lay there and let him do as he pleased. Their eyes locked but she saw no tenderness there, and she knew she was just a convenient vessel in the selfish pleasure of the two men. Well if that’s the way it was she could play along too.