Dark Obsession

by Fredrica Alleyn

  ‘I’ve never been so happy,’ said Marina, pressing herself against him in order to feel every inch of his wonderfully masculine body and savour the hardness of his young muscles.

  ‘Nor have I,’ admitted Jerry. ‘The only thing that worries me is whether I’ll always be able to make you happy. You’ll soon tire of living in a tiny cottage, no matter how good the sex is.’

  Marina laughed. ‘We don’t have to live here for ever. I have a lot of money of my own. In the past I’ve spent it on Leyton Hall, but from now on I shall use it for us. We’ll set up a stud farm somewhere. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

  There was nothing Jerry would have liked better but he hesitated. ‘I don’t want to be a kept man,’ he said firmly.

  ‘You won’t be,’ Marina assured him. ‘It will be in both our names, and since I know nothing about horses its success or failure will depend on you.’

  ‘But what will you do? Stud farms need a lot of hard work.’

  ‘We’ll be able to afford some help! I’ll be happy looking after the house and knowing that we’ll be together every night.’

  ‘What about Lord Corbett-Wynne?’

  ‘I intend to divorce him,’ Marina said firmly. ‘He won’t cause any trouble: he’ll be too frightened I’ll talk about his penchant for the girl grooms.’

  ‘You’ve got it all planned, haven’t you?’ Jerry exclaimed. He was surprised.

  Marina let her hands stray down his body until she touched his penis, now shrunken and still between his legs. ‘Yes,’ she said with a throaty laugh. ‘I’ve decided that I’ve earned some happiness at last.’

  To his astonishment Jerry felt himself begin to stir as her fingers softly played over the thin area of skin behind his penis. ‘I just hope you leave me with enough strength to run the stud farm,’ he said with a muffled laugh, and then he was moving her up and down against him, restimulating her whole body until she felt the stirrings of desire begin again. At that moment she knew for certain that she would never miss Leyton Hall.

  In Crispian’s bedroom the activity had restarted as well. Tania had gone into the bathroom to change and re-emerged wearing a black leather strapsuit. The straps circled her breasts, plunged in a V-shape to her thighs and then split so that the tops of her legs were also circled, while her inner sex-lips were revealed by the tightness of the two straps that pulled on each side of her vagina.

  Walking across the room she handed Matthew a leather cat-o’-nine-tails. ‘Use it on me,’ she said imperiously. ‘I want you to cover my breasts with it. Don’t worry, I enjoy the pain.’

  Matthew shook his head. ‘Sorry, Tania, that’s not my scene.’

  For the first time since she arrived at the Hall, Annabel saw Tania look taken aback. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked after a moment.

  He smiled. ‘I mean, I’m not into whipping women.’

  ‘But it’s what I want!’ she said angrily. ‘It turns me on.’

  ‘I’m sure one of the others will be pleased to oblige. I really think it’s time that Annabel and I left now.’

  ‘Steady on,’ said Crispian, who’d been watching the interchange with interest. ‘You can’t take Annabel away. She works here.’

  Matthew turned to Annabel. ‘What do you think, Annabel?’

  Annabel picked up her evening dress and began to put it on. ‘I think it’s time I handed in my notice,’ she said with a smile.

  Matthew helped her pull her dress over her head, his hands caressing every available inch of her skin as he did so. ‘I want to make love to you again,’ he said thickly. ‘I want to make you come and come until you’re begging for mercy. I want to take you in every position and every way possible. I’m going to –’

  ‘What about my mother?’ Tania asked icily. ‘Do you imagine she’ll forgive you? And then there’s David Crosbie. He’ll be the laughing-stock of London once people learn that his personally recommended assistant was not only hopelessly inadequate but also thoroughly unprofessional.’

  ‘What does it matter to you what your mother thinks?’ Matthew demanded angrily.

  Tania smiled. It was a very thin smile. ‘It doesn’t really, but I can always pretend. I tell you what, if you’re so anxious to protect Annabel’s good name, use the whip on me and then I’ll keep quiet.’

  Crispian watched as Matthew struggled to keep his temper in check. It was obvious the man had no desire to indulge Tania, but neither did he want David’s career to suffer as a result of their involvement. He hesitated, his hand slowly moving towards the outstretched whip, and at that moment Amanda spoke.

  ‘I saw your mother leaving the Hall with a suitcase a short time ago, Tania,’ she said innocently. ‘Perhaps she’s going to be away for a while, so it won’t matter what Annabel does, will it?’

  Tania shot her a look of fury. ‘My mother doesn’t even get out of bed before ten in the morning,’ she said.

  ‘She did this morning,’ insisted Amanda.

  ‘Amanda’s right,’ confirmed Sheba. ‘I saw her too, out of the alcove window there. She looked like a woman on her way to an assignation!’

  Crispian laughed. ‘Perhaps she’s finally decided to leave Papa. How amusing; he’ll be dumbstruck. Is it the stable manager, do you think? Surely not! Marina’s far too well-bred for a rough-and-tumble in the hay, wouldn’t you say, Tania? Unlike Annabel here, who thoroughly enjoyed it. Remember, Annie?’

  Annabel did remember, remembered only too well, but it was the last thing she wanted to think about at this moment when Matthew was promising her so many sensual delights and her whole body was hot with desire for him.

  ‘I didn’t imagine you’d lived the life of a nun,’ Matthew assured her, smiling at her anxious expression.

  Losing patience with Matthew, Tania went over to Luke and handed him the whip. ‘You use it,’ she cajoled, thrusting her tightly encircled breasts forward.

  Luke shook his head. ‘Sheba and I are leaving now. Would you like to come with us, Amanda? I think we three might have some fun, and Sheba always prefers to have a second woman joining in, don’t you, Sheba?’

  The tall girl nodded, squeezing one of Amanda’s breasts lightly between her unusually long fingers. ‘I do,’ she confirmed, ‘and I adore your body, Amanda. It’s so voluptuous. Why don’t you come and stay with us in London for a few days. We’ll go shopping as well, buy you some interesting underwear and some rather more flattering outfits.’

  Amanda glanced at Crispian, but he was watching his stepsister, and while Amanda stared at him Tania walked slowly towards him, the whip held in her outstretched hand. She then let the ends rest against his taut stomach muscles for a moment before turning her hand so that he could take hold of the handle.

  ‘You know what I want,’ she said in a low voice. ‘Only you can ever satisfy me. Do it now, Crispian, before they all go. I want them to watch.’

  Matthew’s grip on Annabel’s hand increased in pressure, but he didn’t move towards the door, and neither did any of the others. They all stood in silence as the fair-haired heir of Leyton Hall and his auburn-haired stepsister stood only a few inches apart, their eyes locked together, the physical desire between them crackling in the air like electricity.

  At last Crispian grasped the whip and as he grasped it his face changed. The blue eyes turned cold and his mouth narrowed as he reached out with his free hand and tweaked one of Tania’s nipples between his fingers. ‘I want a better target,’ he said, his voice almost contemptuous. ‘Someone will have to prepare you for me.’

  Tania was taking quick shallow breaths now and she looked appealingly at the others. ‘Will one of you do as he asks?’ she pleaded, desire making her desperate.

  Luke nodded, and moving away from Sheba he took Tania by the hand then led her to the bathroom. Almost against their will the others followed, with the exception of Crispian, who remained in the bedroom, tapping the whip against the side of his leg.

  Annabel watched Luke fill the basin with cold water
from the tap and then he pushed against Tania’s shoulders until her breasts were dangling just above the surface of the liquid. Tania hesitated, unable to make herself plunge them into the cold water, and so Luke did it for her, pushing once more until the leather-rimmed globes disappeared beneath the surface and everyone heard Tania gasp at the shock of the sudden coldness.

  Once Tania’s breasts had been fully immersed for nearly half a minute, Luke pulled her upright again, and now they could all see that her nipples were standing out proudly, tight and rigid from the cold.

  ‘Put some water over her belly and back as well,’ called Crispian. ‘I like the sound of leather against damp skin.’

  Tania tried to run back into the bedroom, but Annabel grabbed hold of her and kept her imprisoned until Luke could manhandle her back to the basin. He then held her still while Annabel plunged a sponge into the water and, holding it against Tania’s ribs, she squeezed until tiny droplets of cold water ran down Tania’s stomach and into the creases at the tops of her thighs.

  As Tania shivered Luke turned her around and now the auburn-haired girl positively cringed as once more the cold sponge was held against her hot skin, and then squeezed until all the water had flowed down her spine.

  Despite her protests, it was clear from Tania’s shining eyes and swollen body that this was what she wanted, what she craved more than anything, and when she was led back to stand in front of her stepbrother they stared at each other in a frenzy of mutual desire.

  Crispian’s tongue darted out and moistened his lips while Tania stood in front of him, her pale creamy skin covered in a sheen of water. Almost languidly Crispian raised his hand and then with a quick flick of his wrist the whip cracked in the air before falling across Tania’s right breast, leaving it covered in tiny red lines.

  Her body trembled so much at the moment of impact that Annabel thought the other girl was going to have an orgasm there and then, but she didn’t, merely trembling on the brink as her stepbrother eyed her with satisfaction.

  ‘Ask me to do the same for the other breast,’ he commanded her.

  Tania shook her head. ‘You know you want to do it as much as I want it done, just get on with it,’ she retorted, but Crispian refused. He continued to stand in front of her, the instrument of pleasure in his hand, and waited for her to speak.

  Tania waited too, determined not to be the one to break, but in the end her body’s urgent clamouring for this dark, bitter pleasure that meant so much to her proved too insistent to resist. ‘Please, do the same again,’ she begged Crispian.

  ‘How hard shall I hit you?’ he asked, prolonging her agonising wait.

  ‘Harder than last time,’ she implored him. ‘I want to really feel it when the whip lands.’

  ‘Like this?’ he queried, and with a snapping sound the leather rose and fell in the air, landing right across the second nipple and causing Tania to scream with ecstasy.

  ‘Yes! Like that, like that!’ she moaned, and then she lay down on the floor, her legs spread wide. ‘On my stomach,’ she begged. ‘Hit me there, and then take me, Crispian. Do it the way we like best. I need to feel the whip everywhere. Nothing else can satisfy me, you know that. It’s what we both live for.’

  Matthew tugged at Annabel’s hand. ‘Come on, let’s leave them to it. They don’t need us any more.’

  Annabel knew that he was right, but there was a terrible fascination about the scene unfolding in front of them, and she stayed where she was for a moment as Crispian moved to stand over his stepsister’s body, his penis jutting out with an angry purple tip as he drew the leather thongs of the whip gently around each of Tania’s breasts and then down the middle of her lower body, while she squirmed and cried out for him to let her feel the sting of it striking her.

  A tiny drop of clear moisture fell from Crispian’s penis and Tania jumped as it landed on her skin. But realising what it was, she laughed triumphantly and at the sound of her laughter Crispian raised his arm and let the whip fall across her belly.

  It rose and fell several times and Tania’s screams gave way to soft whimpering sounds of pleasure that slowly intensified until at last Crispian threw away the whip and hurled himself onto his stepsister’s leather-ringed body.

  He moved violently, angrily, but with skill and precision so that within seconds the pair of them were well on the way to a frenzied simultaneous climax, a climax that suddenly Annabel didn’t want to see. Their desperation was frightening; it was as though they were capable of being consumed by this terrible need for each other, a perverted, dark obsession that, for the most part, they kept concealed from the outside world.

  ‘I didn’t realise it was quite like this,’ she whispered as she and Matthew left the room, closely followed by Sheba, Amanda and Luke. The door was closed behind them by the footman, Michael. Forgotten by everyone once he was no longer needed, Michael was determined to stay until the very end, reasoning that the two young people on the floor would need someone they could trust in the household and certain that, after all he’d witnessed, he would be their automatic choice.

  ‘I’d heard rumours to that effect,’ admitted Matthew. ‘All the same, it’s different when you actually see it. Somehow I don’t think Crispian will ever marry anyone else, do you?’

  Annabel shook her head. ‘How could he? They’ll never be free of each other, and they’d never be able to keep apart even if he did marry, so what’s the point? Besides, it isn’t as though they’re blood relations. It’s only money that really stands in their way.’

  ‘Money that Leyton Hall needs to survive,’ Matthew pointed out.

  ‘Crispian and Tania will probably spend their lives here in a blaze of sexual passion that only ends when the roof falls in on them!’ laughed Luke.

  ‘What’s that noise?’ asked Sheba as they walked along the landing.

  Annabel listened for a moment. ‘It’s coming from Lord Corbett-Wynne’s room,’ she said. ‘I can imagine what’s going on in there, too!’

  ‘What?’ asked Amanda.

  ‘I’ll show you,’ said Annabel with a smile. She turned the doorknob very carefully, and then pushed gently so that the door swung partly open.

  In the middle of the room, naked except for a black blindfold and with his hands bound behind his back with a strip of black leather, Lord Corbett-Wynne was kneeling upright in front of Sandra, whose hands were pressing lightly on each side of his head, which was tilted slightly backwards. Between his thighs another girl, similar in appearance to Sandra but with dark instead of fair hair, was drawing his massive penis into her mouth and sucking on it. Every time he started to quiver and his testicles tightened, she would draw her mouth away, letting her teeth graze the sides of his erection as she did so.

  From the landing the group watched in fascination as this process was repeated four times until Lord Corbett-Wynne began making frantic gurgling sounds as he struggled to control himself. When the noises became too loud Sandra abruptly pushed him forward until his forehead was touching the ground and his naked buttocks were fully exposed to the secret spectators.

  ‘Now for your treat,’ said Sandra, and her sister Melanie giggled as she watched Sandra greasing the end of a riding crop. ‘I’m going to do what you like best,’ Sandra promised the bound and submissive man, ‘but you mustn’t come because you’re going to make love to both of us afterwards, aren’t you?’

  Lord Corbett-Wynne groaned again, apparently unable to form any proper words. ‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ continued Sandra, and then, as Annabel and the rest of them continued to watch with a mixture of astonishment and arousal, she eased the well-lubricated end of the crop into the opening between his buttocks, rotating it as she pressed upwards.

  ‘Aagh!’ gasped Lord Corbett-Wynne, feeling his climax rushing towards a conclusion.

  Sandra’s hand was still and she let go of the crop, leaving it sticking out from between his buttocks. ‘Careful,’ she cautioned him. ‘Save something for us, or we’ll be very ang
ry with you.’

  He mumbled something unintelligible and Sandra raised her right foot, clad in a high-heeled shoe, and placing it on his spine she allowed some of her weight to press against him. Lord Corbett-Wynne’s excitement increased and when Melanie started to gently move the crop handle he made a sound of protest, knowing that he couldn’t control himself for much longer.

  ‘Take it out,’ ordered Sandra, and with one deft hand movement Melanie obeyed, leaving him gasping as he breathed heavily through his open mouth in an attempt to quell his impending climax.

  Amanda had never seen anything like it in her life. She was totally fascinated. Luke’s hands began to creep round her from behind. He pressed against her hips and lower stomach, his fingertips digging against the flesh above her pubic bone, and she found that she too was on the brink of an orgasm, an orgasm that she was helpless to control.

  Lord Corbett-Wynne was in the same position. Pulled back into an upright kneeling position by the increasingly dominant Sandra, he felt the touch of the leather strap around his erection, and despite his overwhelming desire to make love to the two girls, that touch was fatal. As the strap tugged at the root of his penis he felt his glans tingling and then his sperm was gushing out of him and falling on to the carpet.

  ‘What a shame!’ laughed Sandra. ‘Now Melanie and I will have to make love to each other while you just lie there quietly and listen.’

  ‘No!’ gasped her employer. ‘That’s it for today. It’s time to release me. I’ll see to you both another day.’

  ‘Sorry,’ said Sandra, who didn’t sound sorry at all. ‘Unless you can unfasten your own hands and get your blindfold off, you haven’t any choice.’ Leaving the helpless lord on his bedroom floor, she and her sister began to fondle each other, uttering tiny squeals of pleasure as they began their explorations.