Dark Obsession
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Her husband nodded. ‘As usual a great success. It’s a pity you haven’t more sense of fun, my dear. If you’d only learn to loosen up a little you might be surprised at the result.’
A slight smile played about Marina’s mouth. ‘I’m sure you’re right, James. However, your idea of fun and mine are not the same. Did you invite that girl, what’s her name, Sandra? Yes, Sandra, to join you?’
‘A groom?’ Lord Corbett-Wynne looked suitably affronted. ‘Good Lord, no! What would the others have thought?’
‘Much the same as they think now, knowing that you spend every possible spare moment with the grooms, I imagine. Why should it be any different at the dinner table? You’ve never baulked at inviting them into your bedroom, which is after all a more intimate setting.’
Crispian and Tania looked at each other in astonishment as their respective parents argued in front of everyone. ‘What’s got into your mother?’ asked Crispian, turning to Tania in amazement.
She sighed. ‘I think it’s more a question of who!’
Next to Annabel, Sir Matthew Stevens stiffened slightly as he strained to hear the reply. He hoped that the wretched girl wasn’t going to go and name him as her mother’s lover just as he was about to start making love to the deliciously exciting and sensual Annabel.
‘Well, who then?’ hissed Crispian as his father marched out of the room looking thoroughly discomfited while his stepmother also returned to her own part of the Hall, but looking a great deal more cheerful than her husband.
‘She’s having a fling with her riding instructor,’ said Tania.
‘Jerry?’
‘Yes, he seems to be teaching her more than how to mount a horse! Amazing, isn’t it? I find it rather hard to imagine the pair of them together, but obviously opposites do attract.’
Matthew didn’t know whether to be annoyed or relieved to hear who’d replaced him in Marina’s affections. Aware that for him she’d only ever been a challenge, he decided that he should be relieved. She was clearly the kind of woman who needed a man as part of her life rather than simply as a lover, and he had never intended to become deeply involved. He wondered if Jerry was willing to make such a commitment either, but then put the thought aside. It was nothing to do with him, and right now all he wanted was to join Annabel and the others in Crispian’s rooms.
Crispian looked around him. Only Luke, Sheba, Annabel, Matthew and Amanda remained apart from Tania, and that was exactly the way he’d envisaged it, except for the presence of Amanda. However, having seen her win the sheet game earlier he was beginning to think that there must be more to Amanda than met the eye. She might well add a little something to the night’s proceedings, even if it was only the shock of someone taking part in group sex for the first time.
‘Does anyone else want to leave?’ he asked slowly, ‘or shall we go upstairs now?’
Matthew’s arm tightened round Annabel’s waist and she found that she could hardly breathe for nervous excitement. ‘Let’s go up,’ he said, his voice husky.
Tania smiled at him. ‘I hope it will prove worth the wait, Matthew.’
‘I’m sure it will,’ he said lightly. ‘At the very least I’ll find out if all the tales I’ve heard about you are true!’
‘They’re true,’ Tania assured him. ‘What about you, Amanda? Is this really your scene?’
‘I want to stay with Crispian. He chose me, remember?’ Amanda said doggedly.
‘You won’t just be with Crispian,’ Tania pointed out. ‘Everyone joins in the fun at Crispian’s parties.’
Amanda nodded. ‘Of course, I mean that’s what parties are for, isn’t it, to mix?’
‘That’s right,’ said Luke, taking hold of Amanda with one hand and Sheba with the other. ‘And there’s nothing I like more than a party with the right mix of people. Come on, I’m sure this is going to be a night we’ll never forget.’
Matthew gripped Annabel’s left hand tightly in his right. ‘Is that what you think?’ he said quietly.
‘It’s what I hope,’ replied Annabel, and swiftly the party climbed the staircase and made their way along the corridor to Crispian’s rooms.
Chapter Eleven
AT THE DOOR to his room, Crispian paused. ‘I think we’ll use Annabel’s room,’ he announced. ‘Tania likes the four-poster bed and I like the ceiling!’
‘What’s special about your ceiling?’ asked Matthew, his hand on Annabel’s elbow.
‘It’s got an unusual mural on it,’ she replied, remembering the thrusting bare breasts of the women riders in the colourful hunt scene.
‘Fascinating,’ he murmured.
‘I think I left it in a bit of a mess,’ she protested as they all started to follow Crispian to her room.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said with a slight smile. ‘Luke and I got it ready a few minutes ago.’
‘Ready?’ asked Annabel.
‘Well, you know the kind of things we like to use, Annabel! And don’t worry, we’ve laid in a plentiful supply of little metal rings.’ Annabel felt herself going hot and she trembled beneath Matthew’s hand.
When they entered the room she saw that Crispian had been telling the truth. All her things had been tidied away and the room looked immaculate. The door into the bathroom was open and the glow from the candles around the basin and mirrored shelf threw shadows on the rich wood panels, adding a gleam to the copper bath.
‘What a lovely bathroom!’ exclaimed Amanda.
Tania narrowed her eyes. ‘I’m glad you like it; we’re going in there later on.’
‘But …’
Behind them, Luke turned the key in the door and at the sound of the click Amanda’s eyes widened. ‘Did you lock us in?’ she asked anxiously.
‘Of course not, I was simply locking everyone else out!’ drawled Luke. ‘Don’t worry, you can go any time you like. I’ve left the key in the lock, see.’
This seemed to calm Amanda a little, but Annabel was surprised to see that the other girl was moving closer to Crispian, apparently for protection. Of all the men in the room, he was the least likely to come to her aid, she thought, and felt a moment’s pity for her.
‘Right, first of all, you gentlemen have to undress the ladies,’ said Tania, standing in the middle of the room. ‘Annabel, you can go in the alcove by the window, Amanda can stand by one of the posts at the foot of the bed, and Sheba can be in the doorway through to the bathroom. Now, who wants to undress who? Or whom, as the case may be. I’m never certain which is correct. Do you know, Crispian?’
‘No, and I bloody well don’t care,’ he muttered thickly.
‘You do realise we’re a man short,’ said Sheba.
‘Not for long,’ Tania replied. ‘I’ve told one of the footmen to come up and join us as soon as he’s free. He’ll do exactly as he’s told because if he doesn’t he’ll find himself out of a job. He knows me rather too well, if you know what I mean, and my stepfather would never approve. He can mix with the hired help, but he doesn’t expect me to and naturally he’d blame the man!’
At that precise moment there was a hesitant tap on the door and when Luke unlocked it a tall young man in his early twenties was standing there, still dressed in the dark trousers and jacket that he’d worn when serving at dinner.
‘I was just talking about you, Michael!’ laughed Tania. ‘Come in quickly, we don’t want anyone else seeing us.’
He came in awkwardly; his expression apprehensive. ‘Was there something special you wanted?’ he asked.
‘Actually, yes. I want you to undress Sheba. She’s the tall girl standing in the bathroom doorway. You can see her, I take it?’
He nodded, moistening suddenly dry lips with his tongue.
Tania laughed. ‘There, and you thought you were going to be in trouble. Don’t you think I’m kind to you?’
‘Very kind, Miss,’ he mumbled.
‘There’s only one thing you have to remember,’ said Crispian, his face cold. ‘If one word of what goes on her
e tonight gets out, you’ll never work in Wiltshire again, understand?’
‘Don’t worry, sir. I wouldn’t dream of discussing anything about the family’s private affairs,’ Michael assured him, already taking his first steps towards the sensuous Sheba.
‘Private affairs,’ mused Crispian. ‘That’s really rather a good way of putting it. By the way, Sheba’s a film star, or at least she stars in a certain kind of film, so you’ll find she’s used to quite a high standard of service!’
Sheba smiled at the footman. ‘Ignore Crispian,’ she said softly. ‘I like shy young men.’
‘Right,’ said Crispian. ‘How will the rest of you pair up?
‘Matthew can undress you, Tania; I’ll do Annabel and Luke can have Amanda. Though once the clothes are off we’ll change round, okay?’
Annabel felt a brief moment of disappointment, but she knew that waiting for Matthew would only make the first moment of contact all the sweeter. Anyway Crispian still had the ability to send the blood coursing through her veins.
He stood in front of her and ran his eyes over the silk dress. ‘I like this,’ he said slowly. ‘In fact, I like it a lot, but I prefer you naked.’ Annabel stared at him, her eyes unchanging. ‘Let me guess what you’re wearing underneath it,’ he mused, running one finger around the line of her jaw. ‘A strapless bra perhaps? A flesh-coloured body? No, I think the strapless bra. Let’s see if I’m right.’
Very slowly he peeled the straps of the dress off her shoulders, easing them down her arms until they reached her elbows. She went to draw her arms out but he stopped her. ‘No, you mustn’t move. That’s one of the rules. I see I was wrong,’ he added, his eyes now shining. ‘You didn’t bother with anything beneath it. How daring!’
He licked the middle finger of his right hand and slowly drew a circle around each of her exposed nipples. They sprang to life, the tips pink and hard in the cool air of the bedroom.
‘Shall I lick them?’ Crispian asked thoughtfully. ‘I’d like to, but I’m not sure that’s allowed at this stage. Would you like me to lick them, Annabel?’
She wanted to say no, to make it clear to him that she was in total control of her body. But to her surprise she found herself nodding and a tiny pleading sound issued from her mouth. Crispian moved his mouth lower but at the last minute he simply blew gently, causing the peaks to harden even more. ‘Better not, I think,’ he said reluctantly. ‘Plenty of time for that later.’
Annabel stood in the tiny alcove, her breasts jutting out proudly as Crispian dropped to his knees and slid his hands up the sides of her legs. Her arms were still fixed to her sides by the straps of her dress. When she felt his fingers teasing her flesh beneath the edge of her silk panties her whole body felt hot and feverish and there was an ache low in her abdomen.
Very carefully, he caught hold of the lace-edged sides and eased them down her legs. As he did so, his fingers brushed against the silk of her stockings, pausing halfway down to play lightly with the paper-thin skin at the backs of her knees.
Now she was quivering with arousal and her breasts started to swell, the veins gradually becoming more prominent as blood began to engorge the area. She lifted each leg in turn until the panties were removed.
Next he moved on to the stockings, which were held up by lace-covered elastic tops. He took great delight in rolling each stocking down as slowly as possible, and this time he allowed his fingers to splay across her pubic hair, teasing lightly at the curls but without anywhere near enough pressure to do more than increase her excitement with the intimacy of the caress.
‘Only the dress left,’ he said after that, straightening up to stare into Annabel’s eyes again. They were no longer impassive but bright with need, the pupils dilated. ‘You look delicious,’ he whispered, lifting each of her arms in turn and releasing them from their captivity. ‘What fun we’re going to have tonight.’
His words inflamed her as much as his actions. He drew the dress upwards over her head, and finally she was standing naked in front of him, her legs parted and her breasts thrusting forward. ‘Annabel’s ready!’ he called, and at his words the others in the room turned to stare at her as well.
Matthew, who had been busy removing the complex suit and shirt from Tania, looked at Annabel in her resplendent nakedness and felt himself growing hard with desire. He’d already been aroused by the sight of Tania’s breasts when they’d finally sprung free from the confines of the underwired bra she’d worn beneath her white shirt, but there was something about Annabel’s sensuality that appealed to him more.
Luke, who was still trying to remove Amanda’s tights, turned to look at Annabel and uttered an unmistakable sound of pleasure, while Amanda remained silent. Her rather heavy breasts were exposed now and the red marks of her bra still remained beneath them. Her dress lay in a heap around her feet and a strange, sick excitement was creeping over her as the tights were drawn down. Now, looking at Annabel standing so confidently, her almost perfect figure accentuated by the pose, Amanda felt uncomfortably aware of her own physical shortcomings.
Crispian, though, seemed pleased by what he saw.
‘Good tits, Amanda!’ he said enthusiastically. ‘Can’t wait to get round to those. What do you think, Matthew?’
Matthew glanced at the red-faced Amanda, and he smiled. ‘Most inviting,’ he agreed.
‘Can I touch or is it just the undressing at the moment?’ asked Luke.
‘No touching yet,’ reminded Crispian. ‘I’ve already had to restrain myself, despite Annabel begging me to suck her nipples.’
Sheba, who was as naked as Annabel, sighed. ‘Hurry up, all of you. Isn’t it about time you got undressed as well?’
‘Once you’ve completed your woman you can take your own clothes off,’ said Crispian. In front of Sheba, the young footman Michael began to fumble hastily with his clothes. He could hardly believe his luck and kept expecting to be sent out of the room before the action really began; it was the kind of trick he knew Tania was quite capable of playing on him.
Finally everyone was naked and the women were invited to gather together in the middle of the room. The men were all fully aroused, and Michael seemed to be having trouble controlling himself as drops of clear fluid spilled from the end of his glans.
‘Now for the first game,’ said Crispian with a half-smile. ‘Luke, you have to hold Annabel from behind while Matthew brings her to orgasm, and Michael here will hold Amanda for me while I do the same. We’ll tell each other what we’re doing as we do it, just to liven things up for those who aren’t taking part, and the winner is the last to climax. The loser will be punished, but I haven’t quite decided on the punishment yet; it rather depends on who the loser is, of course!’
‘How about a drink before we begin?’ suggested Tania. ‘You did remember to bring some up earlier, didn’t you, Crispian?’
‘Sure, there’s some Bellini in the bathroom. I hope you all like Bellini?’ he added as an afterthought.
‘What is it?’ asked Amanda, her voice tense.
‘Half champagne and half peach juice, you’ll love it. Actually, as you’re in the game I’ll give you yours, and perhaps a few nibbles as well!’ He laughed to himself. ‘Matthew, you can give Annabel hers too, the rest of you had better fill your glasses before the game begins.’
‘Why do the women have to be held?’ enquired Matthew, taking a sip of his drink while Annabel watched him.
‘In case it’s all a bit too much for them,’ explained Crispian. Annabel heard Tania laugh softly to herself. ‘Well, you know how it can be,’ he added. ‘Sometimes the pleasure’s almost too much and we don’t want them moving and spoiling it for themselves. Anyway, they might move to stop themselves coming, and that wouldn’t be fair. I do like my games to be fair.’
Annabel couldn’t imagine how she was going to make herself last any length of time at all. Even before they’d begun her whole body felt tight and swollen and her skin longed for the touch of Matthew’s hand.
‘Time to begin,’ announced Crispian, his voice breaking in on her thoughts. Luke caught hold of Annabel’s shoulders and then he drew her hands behind her back, holding her wrists together lightly with one hand while his free arm encircled her waist. He stood close to her; if she attempted to step backwards his body would prevent it, and this meant that she was totally exposed to Matthew’s undivided attention.
Michael copied Luke and all at once Annabel and Amanda found themselves side by side in the centre of the room. The others sat around on the bed or the floor watching intently as Crispian and Matthew set to work on the naked women waiting in tense anticipation before them.
Tania moved a small table between the two couples, and Annabel saw that there were various gadgets and lubricants arranged there to assist the men. Her breathing quickened as Matthew stood looking into her eyes.
‘So you wanted Crispian to lick your nipples,’ he said softly, his deep velvet voice seeming to the straining Annabel like a caress in itself. ‘Perhaps I’ll start by doing that. What do you think?’
She was silent, afraid that if she spoke, if she started to tell him what she wanted, then she’d lose her self-control even quicker. To the side of her she was aware that Crispian was talking to Amanda, but the words were indistinct; all her attention was focused on the man in front of her.
With agonising slowness he reached out and then, at last, his hand was actually touching her, his fingers lifting the undersides of each of her breasts in turn. He pressed them upwards, weighing them on the tips of his fingers before bending his head so that he could bathe the tight nipples with his tongue.