He gave a half-smile. ‘That rather depends on how you try to persuade them. They might enjoy it. Think about it, Chloe. Now I must go and join my guests. I hope tonight is fun for you.’
As he closed the door behind him, Chloe tried not to think about what Carlos might have meant by his suggestion. Taking a deep breath, she sprayed on some Arpège, which she’d bought that afternoon, and went to join him and his guests.
Everyone was gathered in the study, chattering away loudly, but as Chloe walked in, their voices slowly stopped and they all turned to look at her. Feeling incredibly self-conscious, she walked across the thick carpet to where Carlos was waiting by the drinks cabinet. ‘I hope I’m not late,’ she murmured.
‘Not at all. What would you like to drink?’
‘Bacardi and Coke, please.’ His blue eyes locked on to her grey ones and for a few seconds it felt as though they were the only two people in the room, then he put a hand on her shoulder and guided her towards his guests.
‘Livia, make Chloe her drink, please. Chloe, I want you to meet Natasha and Christopher. Christopher lived in Brazil for a few years, it’s where we met.’
Christopher, who looked as though he probably had some Brazilian blood in him, quickly started asking Chloe questions about her time in Rio de Janeiro, questions which she tried to avoid because the last thing she wanted to do at this stage of the evening was mention that she’d once been a nun.
Natasha was a pretty, auburn-haired young girl, wearing a brown leather dress that clung to her body like a second skin. A zip ran down the front of the dress, and it had two fastenings. The bottom one was open to just below her crotch and the top one was pulled down to reveal the tops of her small but beautifully rounded creamy breasts.
When Livia brought Chloe’s drink over, she also brought another couple with her, introducing them as Verity and Anthony. It seemed difficult for Anthony to take his eyes off Natasha, which surprised Chloe because Verity was a stunning dusky beauty dressed in a long, tight-fitting plum-coloured dress that was completely transparent and made no secret of the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
As Christopher began talking about his own time in Brazil, Chloe’s attention wandered for a moment, and it was only then that she noticed a familiar figure standing quietly at the opposite side of the room. It was Mike. She felt herself start to flush at the memory of their drive to Richmond.
At that moment, a hand touched her lightly on the nape of her neck. ‘Are you pleased to see Mike?’ whispered Carlos. She didn’t answer, and his fingers tightened on the delicate flesh hidden by her curly dark hair. His grip became uncomfortable, and she knew that she’d have to reply.
‘I don’t know,’ she whispered.
‘I know!’ laughed Carlos, and then he lifted her hair up and kissed the nape of her neck before guiding everyone in to dinner.
As they sat down, Livia introduced Chloe to the third couple who were making up the dinner party, a blond-haired girl called Fiona, who was wearing a black lace mini-dress, and her partner Mehrdad, an Iranian businessman. Mike was seated on Chloe’s right-hand side and Christopher on her left, which meant that there was no shortage of conversation during the meal.
By the time the desserts were served, everyone except for Chloe and Carlos had drunk a lot of wine. Chloe had drunk more than she usually did, but she was keenly aware of the fact that Carlos had drunk very little. She sensed that he’d done this deliberately, and it made her uneasy.
Mike draped an arm along the back of her chair and put his head close to hers. ‘When I watched you with that guy from the pub the other night, I nearly went out of my mind with frustration,’ he whispered. ‘All I kept thinking was “I wish that was me”.’
‘All I kept thinking was “Why on earth am I doing this?”’ replied Chloe.
‘You loved it,’ said Mike, his voice thickening with desire. ‘I could see that you did, we could all tell. Even Carlos was surprised at how enthusiastic you were. Later on, how about you and I slip out into the garden?’ As he spoke, his left hand began to stroke her knee, and then his fingers slid higher up her leg until he was tickling the top of her inner thigh.
Chloe felt her breath start to quicken, and she pushed his hand away. ‘Don’t, Mike, please. I’m not like that really. You don’t understand.’
‘Of course I do. Carlos told me all about you. How you used to be a nun, and wanted someone to teach you about sensuality and so he—’
‘Is that what he said?’ asked Chloe. She was so astonished that her voice was far louder than she’d intended, and everyone at the table looked at her in surprise. Horrified, she fell silent. When Mike’s hand began to roam over her leg again she let it stay there, while Carlos watched her thoughtfully from the end of the table.
It was only while they were drinking coffee in the drawing room that Chloe noticed that Livia was flirting with Natasha. She kept pulling on the top zip fastener of the girl’s leather dress, and at one stage she stroked the exposed tops of Natasha’s breasts with her fingers. Carlos appeared totally untroubled, but Christopher seemed less than pleased.
Chloe couldn’t understand why the other guests didn’t take any notice of what was happening, and when the two girls got up and left the room together, no one said a word. Instead they all continued talking among themselves.
However, the atmosphere changed, and now Christopher pulled Fiona on to his lap, and the two of them started to kiss passionately, while Mehrdad watched impassively, his black eyes occasionally flicking over to where Chloe was sitting talking to Mike.
Carlos watched them all, and when Mehrdad got up to move across to Chloe, he spoke. ‘Chloe, you haven’t told my friends about your charity work yet.’
‘There’s nothing to say,’ muttered Chloe, trying to push Mike’s hand away as his fingers reached the top of her thighs.
‘Of course there is. Well, if you’re shy, I’ll tell them for you. Chloe supports a very worthy charity connected with her time as a nun in Rio de Janeiro.’ At the word ‘nun’, all the men in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at Chloe in surprise. ‘She’s always on the lookout for wealthy supporters of this charity, so if by tomorrow morning any of you feel that you’d like to make one or indeed regular donations, then don’t forget to ask her for the details. Now, Chloe, I think it’s time we all went upstairs, don’t you?’
Chloe sat very still. She knew that this was a very important moment in their relationship, and the entire concept of ‘the discipline’. No matter how much Carlos had made it seem that she was the same as the other guests here tonight, she wasn’t. She was here as part of her training, and now he was telling her that it was time to take yet another step forward into his darkly erotic world.
The men continued to watch her silently, their eyes bright with excited anticipation, and even Fiona seemed aroused. Only Verity, sitting alone in a large leather chair, showed no interest. The atmosphere was heavy with sexual tension, and Chloe was aware that there was a clock in the room, and the seconds were slowly ticking away as she tried to decide what to do.
‘Chloe?’ His voice was gentle, but she knew that Carlos was losing patience.
Her body felt hot and tight, and as Mike’s fingers continued to tease between her thighs she felt herself growing increasingly damp. She knew then that she did want to go upstairs, and to continue the journey that Carlos was taking her on. ‘Yes,’ she said quietly. ‘I think it is time.’
Standing up, Carlos reached out a hand and helped Chloe to her feet. ‘You won’t regret it,’ he promised her as he led her from the room.
Livia looked down at Natasha, lying spreadeagled on the large circular bed of the main guest room, and Natasha stared back at her. The auburn-haired girl was breathing rapidly, the swell of her breasts rising and falling within the confines of her tight leather dress.
The bottom end of the zip had been pulled up, leaving her totally exposed below the waist, but above it she was still trapped, and her breasts were ach
ing as they pressed against the tight leather covering.
When the door opened and some of the guests came into the room, Livia didn’t even glance at them, but Natasha did. Her swollen, hot body moved on the silken bed covering as her light-green eyes searched for Chris but, as she’d half expected, he wasn’t there. Neither was Verity.
Anthony was there though, and she could see from the look on his face how much he wanted her. With a small smile of satisfaction, she waited for Livia to continue, her arousal increased by Anthony’s presence.
As Livia lowered her head and ran her tongue between Natasha’s outer sex lips, and Natasha started to squirm helplessly as her skin began to prickle and her nipples hardened again, Carlos caught hold of Fiona and deftly removed her black lace mini-dress.
Natasha heard Fiona squeal in protest, but then she lost sight of her, and now all she could think about was what Livia was doing to her. The Brazilian beauty was opening her up with her hands, teasing her throbbing clitoris with the tip of one finger to encourage her to swell even more, and then, as Natasha’s internal muscles contracted sharply in an orgasm, Livia slipped something cool and smooth inside her.
Natasha made a sound of protest, struggling to sit upright, but Livia pressed her back against the bed. ‘It’s only love balls,’ she explained. ‘They’ll increase the pleasure, keep you aroused there while I concentrate on your breasts.’ She then pressed the palm of one hand against Natasha’s vulva, and immediately an ache began deep inside her. She longed for more stimulation so that she could climax, but instead Livia took her hand away and very slowly began to unzip the top of Natasha’s dress.
Natasha gasped as unseen hands caught hold of her legs, spreading them wide apart, and then they were being fastened with cord to buckles on the edge of the bed, leaving her helpless. She wanted to know who was tying her up, but Livia was crouched above her, blocking her view.
When the zip was pulled right down to Natasha’s waist, and her throbbing breasts with their rigid nipples were finally freed, the dress fell off, and every centimetre of her skin was uncovered.
‘Enjoying yourself?’ asked Livia, and when Natasha moaned with delight, Livia caught hold of one of her nipples and pinched it tightly between finger and thumb. The pain caught Natasha by surprise, and she cried out, but then Livia started to lick the throbbing tip and the pain was replaced by waves of pleasure.
‘Tighten your internal muscles,’ whispered Livia. ‘If you do that now, the love balls will help you climax.’ Moaning softly to herself, Natasha did as Livia suggested. Immediately she felt the cool globes caressing the inner walls of her vagina, touching the delicate nerve endings of the G-spot. She moved her hips as much as she could, trying to increase the pressure within her, but Livia only slapped her across her bare belly and then nipped her already sore nipple with her teeth.
Natasha wasn’t sure if she liked that or not, and she tried to twist her torso away from Livia, but the blonde was far stronger than she was. As she held Natasha down with one hand, she gently licked at the abused nipple again, this time teasing it with the tip of her tongue.
The combination of sensations, coupled with the sound of heavy breathing from the watching guests, meant that Natasha’s body was swamped by a massive orgasm, making her cry out with shame and delight as every muscle spasmed in abandoned pleasure.
Afterwards, as she lay, sweat-streaked and tousled, her body still shaking slightly, Livia quickly got off the bed, slipped out of her backless pink silk dress and then lay on top of the other girl’s quivering body.
Natasha felt Livia’s hips press against hers and groaned with delight as their pubic mounds ground together, causing tendrils of pleasure to snake through her. Instinctively she reached up with her hands and began to stroke Livia’s breasts, which made the Brazilian girl move her body faster, until the pair of them climaxed together in a sharp, sweet moment of release.
As Livia rolled off her, Natasha looked around the room. Anthony was standing to the side of the bed, and when he caught her eye he moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and then made a movement towards her.
‘You want her, Anthony?’ asked Carlos.
‘You know I do.’
Natasha shivered with excitement at his words.
‘Then take her into the next room. All that you need is there, waiting for you. Be careful, though. Natasha has never played the slave girl before, have you, Tasha?’
Her mouth went dry as she remembered the last time she and Christopher had been to one of Carlos’s dinner parties. That time another of the guests had taken the role of slave girl to some of the men there, and she could still recall it all very vividly. At least it would be different from her life with Christopher, she thought, and then her legs were released and Anthony hustled her naked off the bed.
It was only when she reached the door, and looked back for one final glance at Livia, that Natasha saw with surprise what had happened to Fiona, despite the fact that Mehrdad was there with her.
‘Come on,’ said Anthony urgently. ‘I can’t wait much longer,’ and with that he took her out of the room and away from the other guests, leaving them to continue their games without her.
Chloe, who had watched the entire scene in silence, was also surprised by what had happened to Fiona. Once Carlos had removed the blonde’s black dress, he’d put her in a heavy leather suit, with shoulder straps and thick leather rings around her breasts, rings which were then pulled up high, leaving the undersides exposed. A double strip of leather hung from the centre of the breast rings down each side of her stomach before separating into leg holes, while a wide band of leather was passed between her thighs, with holes for her front and rear openings. At the back this strip was looped into another single leather band that went up the middle of her back where it joined the shoulder straps.
All the straps were adjusted to press tightly against Fiona’s body, and then her hands were tied behind her back and she was secured to a small ring set in the wall opposite the bed. This meant that she could watch everything that was happening, but was helpless to do anything herself.
Carlos, who saw the puzzlement in Chloe’s eyes, ran a hand casually over the tethered blond girl’s up-thrust breasts. ‘She’s for later. Watching will make her all the keener, isn’t that right, Mehrdad?’
Mehrdad glanced briefly at his wife and nodded. It seemed that her plight was of no interest to him at all, but Chloe could tell that in fact the Iranian was still watching Fiona closely.
‘Isn’t anyone else going to join me?’ asked Livia, lying on her side on the bed.
‘Of course they are,’ replied Carlos. ‘Mike, why don’t you, Mehrdad and Chloe have some fun along with Livia now. I’ll watch with Fiona. I’m sure she’d like a little company.’
‘Where are Christopher and Verity?’ asked Chloe quietly.
‘Christopher has different needs from the other men here. Fortunately Verity likes to cater to them for him. Off you go then, Chloe. Enjoy yourself, and remember that I’m watching you. I expect you to keep my guests well entertained. Don’t disappoint me.’
Mehrdad was already naked on the bed with Livia, and Mike was busy taking off his clothes, but Chloe felt rooted to the spot. ‘I don’t know if I can,’ she whispered.
‘Of course you can. You saw how much Natasha enjoyed herself, and it aroused you. Your body needs satisfaction, I can tell.’
‘But not with strangers, and in front of you, it’s—’
‘It’s what I’m demanding of you,’ he reminded her. ‘Remember that, and don’t forget that your charity will do well out of this too. Mehrdad will give generously if you please him.’
Chloe didn’t take any notice of his last sentence. She was doing this because she needed to know more about the dark world that Carlos inhabited, and also because she had a feeling that Livia was hoping she’d fail. Slowly she removed her blue dress, and then Mike came over and helped her out of her underwear until she was finally naked. Very slowl
y, his hand clasping her wrist tightly, he drew her over to the bed.
‘I’ve been wanting to pleasure you for a very long time,’ he murmured. Then he was pressing her backwards until she was lying naked in the middle of the bed, while Carlos watched from the shadows, his hands occasionally moving over exposed areas of flesh on the tethered Fiona’s body as she whimpered with frustration.
For Carlos, this was going to be a very interesting evening, because it would be the biggest test so far of Chloe’s willingness to be guided by him and his desires.
CHAPTER
12
When Mike began to kiss Chloe’s neck and shoulders, she relaxed against the silk bed covering, relishing the feel of the material against her bare flesh. She was vaguely aware that Livia was lying near her, moaning softly as Mehrdad’s hands began to stroke her heavy breasts and his tongue lapped at her dark nipples.
The sounds of Livia’s excitement increased Chloe’s own desire and she thrust her hips upwards towards Mike, so that their bodies were closer together. Reaching between her thighs, he cupped her vulva with the palm of his hand, pressing firmly against her until she felt the tension growing in her lower belly. It was a delicious sensation, and when he ran his tongue over her ribs, just below her left breast, while at the same time increasing the pressure between her thighs, she groaned aloud with pleasure.
Next to her, Livia was moving more and more frantically, her body occasionally touching Chloe’s as Mehrdad continued to arouse her before bringing her to a short, sharp orgasm that made her hips arch off the bed.
Realising what had happened, Chloe grew desperate for a climax herself, and began to make tiny pleading noises that made Mike smile. ‘Ready?’ he asked softly, and when she nodded, he put his head between her thighs and ran his tongue backwards and forwards over her damp, swollen clitoris in long, sweeping motions that immediately triggered her moment of release, and her body shook violently as her muscles contracted with pleasure.
Discipline Page 9