Pendelton Manor

by B J Wane

  “Quiet,” Adrian snapped as he smacked the cheek he had just been rubbing. “I’m well aware you climaxed, Sophie, and that you get off on being spanked, but I never should have touched you in anger, and even though I didn’t harm you, I still regret my loss of control. Tonight, you’ll feel the pleasure/pain of leather again and the difference in the application.”

  Setting the lube aside, he lightly trailed the three inch wide leather strap over her vulnerable ass, smiling when her cheeks clenched in anticipation and her pussy dampened in expectancy. When her head lowered slightly, her body relaxed and swaying from the stimulating caressing, he lifted his hand back and brought the spanker down across the middle of her buttocks very lightly, barely raising a pink stripe which faded quickly.

  Sophie dropped her head further, moaning as that slight sting faded all too soon, leaving behind nothing but an ache for more. The next stroke was just as light, arousing quickly before waning just as quickly. She shifted her hips, pushed back in a silent plea for more, but his deep laugh followed by another tormenting light stroke told her he was in no hurry.

  Rubbing the pink skin of her buttocks with an open palm, Adrian teased her, “What’s wrong, sweet Sophie? Don’t you like the spanker?”

  “Damn it, Adrian, you know I do.” She turned to glare at him through the curtain of her hair. “You know I want more, why are you tormenting me?”

  “You’ll see. Now, behave.” Adrian continued with the soft lashes until he had covered every inch of her buttocks and the top of her thighs, until her flesh was a rosy pink and slightly warm to his touch and she was shifting so much in frustration he had trouble landing his strokes in the places he was aiming for.

  The next slap was harder, the pain sharper, the pleasure higher and making her shudder, but still not enough. The sound of flesh being rhythmically slapped over and over echoed in the room along with the sounds of pleasure and bodies slapping together from the other couples in front of her. With slow precision, Adrian increased the strength of his swats, increasing her desire as well. The build-up of heat over her ass went from warm to hot, the pain from slight to stinging. Her pussy clenched emptily, ached to be filled, pulsed with the need to come as each stroke sent her senses soaring higher and higher.

  Tears of frustration threatened, especially when Adrian ran one finger through her slit, just enough to tantalize, just enough to graze her clit before moving away and leaving it to continue to suffer. “Adrian,” she moaned. “Why are you tormenting me so? Please, just fuck me.”

  “As much as I love hearing you beg, my cock is also getting demanding.” The last five swats were given with a quick snap of his wrist, the leather connecting with a sharper snap, the red hue it left behind lingered instead of faded and the heat beneath his palm felt as hot as her slit had. Cupping her pussy, he said, “Even though the sight of this pretty pussy all swollen, wet and ready for me is almost too much to resist, I have other plans for you tonight.” Picking up the lube, he warned, “Brace yourself.”

  Sophie wanted to come so bad she didn’t even flinch when he put the nozzle to her rectum and filled it with cool ointment before inserting two long fingers to spread her tight passage and liberally coat her virgin orifice. She couldn’t help but push back against him, groaning as he aroused her even further by stroking her sensitive nerve endings over and over until she was on the verge of climax just from the anal stimulation.

  “Adrian, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” she cried out in warning, wanting, needing to hold off so she could experience the ultimate pleasure of coming on his cock again.

  “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Pulling his fingers from her ass, he glanced at the others to see who was available to join them. His first inclination was to signal Ash, but his damn suspicions reared their ugly head again and he refused to have one of his cousins touch her in case his suspicions turned out to be true against one of them. Nodding at James and getting a smile of acceptance in return, he turned back to Sophie, wrapped his arms under her breasts, and lifted her back against him until his cock nestled between those soft, warm cheeks.

  “Are you ready for me to take your ass, Sophie?”

  The feel of him prodding her anus had her pussy spasming in reply and not even the sight of James stopping in front of her, hard cock in hand, could deter her from answering. “Yes, yes, now Adrian.” Her hands lifted to her neglected nipples, her fingers plucking the tender buds as she raised questioning eyes to James.

  “Only if you want, sweetie,” was all he said, his green eyes warm and waiting.

  When she turned those questioning eyes up at Adrian, he told her in a rough voice, “Take him in your mouth, Sophie, let me see you sucking his cock while I take your ass.”

  As Adrian spread her buttocks and breached the tight entrance to her ass, inching inside slowly, stretching her to the point of discomfort, James shoved her hands aside, replacing them with his own. Between the slow invasion into her rectum and the dual stimulation of her nipples, Sophie couldn’t stop the pending orgasm from erupting. Crying out, jerking against the hard arm Adrian had clamped around her hips, she leaned her head back against him and rode the waves of pleasure as he slowly moved in and out of her ass, his strokes egging her on higher and higher.

  Adrian struggled to maintain his control, both men shocked that her climax came without either of them touching her pussy. Lowering his hand, he sought out her slick sheath, slipping between puffy folds as James slipped his cock into her mouth. The possessiveness that slammed into him shocked him and it was that threat of deeper emotional possibilities that had kept him at arm’s length until now. Now, he feared there was no turning back for him.

  “Feel my fingers inside you, Sophie?” he whispered as he slid two fingers easily into her pussy, shoving aside his jealousy to concentrate on gliding his cock slowly in and out of her ass as his fingers mimicked those strokes in her pussy. When she nodded, her cheeks bulging around James’ cock, her eyes closed to the bombardment of pleasure, he said, “I can feel my cock in your ass, feel my hardness through this thin little wall separating my fingers from my cock.”

  Sophie groaned around James’ cock as her pussy clenched around his fingers and she felt another, stronger orgasm building. Between James pulling and twisting her nipples and the dual penetration of her ass and pussy, she was lost to sensation, his words adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Her mouth worked James’ cock, but her mind was awash with what Adrian was doing to her.

  “You’ve wondered why we do this, why we fuck each other, why we watch while the others pleasure each other. This is why, Sophie. For the simple pleasure of it, for the pleasure of seeing those we care about happy and lost to it.”

  Sophie opened her eyes to see that the girls and the twins had all moved together until their bodies were a tangle of entwining limbs, their faces filled with the rapture of coming together. Just as James erupted into her mouth, shooting his wad down her throat as his fingers tightened on her nipples, Adrian grasped her clit between two fingers as he started to pummel her ass with deeper, harder strokes.

  “Again, come for me again,” he commanded harshly.

  Relentless pleasure built to a crescendo until Sophie came apart, releasing James’ cock to scream as her body convulsed, the feel of his cock jerking in her ass, filling it with his seed, adding to the pleasure until everything went black.

  She barely stirred when Adrian lifted her in his arms and carried her upstairs, didn’t open her eyes as he laid her in her bed and didn’t answer his ‘goodnight’ when he slipped from her room and went to his alone. Pouring himself a stiff shot of whiskey, he settled in the chair facing Nicole’s portrait and brooded over his failure to find out who was responsible for her death.

  The distrust between him and his cousins was escalating, making things tense at work and at home, and now that tension had spilled over into their sex lives. After they married, he and Nicole had continued to join in on their sexual get-togethers, bu
t remained exclusive unless he was feeling magnanimous and invited one of the others to join them. He had been content with the arrangement, but apparently she had not. As difficult as it had been to fight off the possessiveness filling him when James joined him and Sophie, possessiveness he never felt to that extent with Nicole, not even after he learned of her infidelity, the thought of one of his cousins joining them was something he was simply not willing to do.

  Precisely when his little housekeeper had wheedled her way past his defenses, he didn’t know, but she had and he didn’t like it one bit. Now, not only was he consumed with rooting out which cousin had betrayed him, but he was also beginning to suspect the recent happenings around here had something to do with Sophie, which was an added worry he didn’t need. As the only one who would be adversely affected by the generator having the gas cut off from it during a severe storm and by the death of Sammy, he was beginning to think someone was targeting her. But to what purpose, he had absolutely no idea. He planned on dropping off Sammy’s body at the vets first thing Monday and hoped the results from the necropsy had some answers for him.

  By the following Friday, Adrian still had no answers, but the vet had told him it would take a week before he had the results and was expecting to hear back from the lab on Monday, so he’d just have to wait until then. Tonight, he had shoved aside his concerns and agreed to a rare evening out, him and Sophie accompanying Adam, Nora, James and Rachel to dinner. Ash had left early this morning to do some interviews at one of their plants up north and called to say he was staying the night, which was no surprise to any of them. By the time the six of them had returned to the manor, the women were slightly tipsy from having finished off a couple of bottles of wine along with dinner.

  “Just how I like them,” James said as he lifted Rachel in his arms and headed upstairs. “Loose and easy. See you guys later.”

  “I’m always loose and easy, even without wine,” Rachel giggled as she waved to the others.

  “My room or yours?” Adrian asked Sophie when Nora and Adam followed the other two up.

  Without hesitation, Sophie took his outstretched hand, saying, “Mine. I know I won’t feel like maneuvering those stairs later.”

  Adrian shrugged as if her answer didn’t matter to him when he replied, “You could always stay the night.” Grinning wickedly down at her, he added, “I don’t bite, at least not too hard.”

  All week long Adrian had been watching her closely, his look brooding, his dark eyes distant as if something was bothering him. He had been friendly enough in the mornings and evenings, but had excused himself abruptly each night after dinner as if the solitude of his suite held more appeal than she did which was why his invitation to both dinner and his bed had come as such a surprise tonight. Not that she had any intentions of turning him down. Adrian was fighting their growing feelings for each other as much as she was, although, apparently he was more willing to explore the possibility of becoming more than employer/employee and fuck buddies than she was.

  “I want to head into town early tomorrow, so I’d rather not. But, I still want to...” She paused as her face reddened. Admitting she just wanted to have sex with him sounded so crass, and wasn’t true. She was beginning to think she wanted more from this man than was wise, and that scared her because she knew she wasn’t willing to risk getting her heart shattered again, not for anyone.

  “Fuck?” he answered coolly as they reached her room and he pushed the door closed behind them. Wouldn’t you know it, he thought derisively. Circumstances and worry for her had pushed him to admitting he wanted more than sex from her, and now that he had given in to not only the physical need, but the inevitability of the emotional attachment, it was for a woman who fought against those bonds as hard as he did. To hear her say she just wanted to fuck after he had finally given in to admitting to himself his feelings went beyond the sex, just flat out pissed him off.

  Backing her towards the bed, he followed her down onto the soft mattress, grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, whispering harshly, “I can do that,” before grinding his mouth down on hers.

  For some inexplicable reason, Sophie didn’t fear his anger. He had been madder than this the night she had stayed out looking for Sammy after dark and hadn’t hurt her, and still he felt remorse over his rough treatment of her that night. What she feared was losing this tenuous hold she had on him, of seeing him turn from her because she couldn’t give him what he wanted. She had entered into this relationship because she had never wanted a man as much as she wanted Adrian and because she thought her emotions and her heart were safe with him.

  As his lips ravaged hers and his hard hands wasted no time divesting her of her clothes, it was easy to let her wine fogged senses take over and simply lay back and enjoy whatever he dished out, saving worrying about the future for tomorrow. Spreading her legs, she invited him in without hesitation.

  The sex was rough, hard and fast as Adrian simply released his cock and shoved into her as soon as she lay naked and open under him. The feel of her pussy welcoming his rough intrusion with moist heat eased his conscience but did little to slow him down. Except for their harsh breathing, they were silent as he plunged in and out of her with hard, deep strokes, taking her so hard she grunted and her small body scooted up in the bed with each deep stroke. Her pebbled nipples grazed his chest, her labored breathing wafted across his neck and the wet slurping sound of their groins slamming together worked in tandem to draw up his balls as his climax neared with volatile force.

  Sophie’s hips met his, thrust for thrust as he kept her arms pinned above her head, denying her the pleasure of touching him. The room was only lit by a small night light making shadows of their gyrating bodies. The feel of his rough clothing against her bare skin and the harsh sound of his breathing only excited her further. When his cock swelled even bigger, harder within her and started to jerk out his semen, she wrapped her legs around his hips and convulsed beneath him, the explosion rocking her senses as much as the thought of him turning from her rocked her small world.

  The house was quiet by the time she rolled out of bed the next morning, showered, dressed and left to run her errands in town. She knew Nora and Rachel had needed to get up early so they could get their shop opened on time and wondered if they had as much trouble as she did facing the bright sunlight this morning. Even after swallowing three extra strength aspirin, her head hadn’t ceased its incessant aching throb.

  Two hours later, after stopping in at what had become her favorite little coffee shop and downing a large mocha espresso before spending some quiet time in the library, Sophie was feeling better and more like herself. If it wasn’t for the nagging worry that she had ruined whatever tenuous, budding friendship she had going with Adrian, she would have enjoyed the unseasonably warm day and the walk to Nora and Rachel’s shop much more. Since she wanted to keep both her job and Adrian’s interest, she decided to ask the girl’s their advice.

  “Hey, girlfriend,” Rachel greeted her as she stepped into the small boutique. “You look a heck of a lot better than I feel.”

  “It’s an illusion, trust me,” Sophie answered as she browsed slowly while making her way up to the counter. There were several other customers that Nora was waiting on and by the time both women got a minute she had found some lingerie that she was tempted to buy in the hopes seeing her in them would keep Adrian’s mind on sex and off her unwillingness to even contemplate anything else.

  “Wow, good choices,” Nora said when Sophie laid a couple of thongs and one demi-cupped bra on the counter. “Maybe these’ll improve Adrian’s mood by tonight. What’d you do to ruin his rare, but oh so welcome pleasant nature last night?”

  Sighing, she admitted with a touch of guilt, “I refused to stay the night in his room and I don’t know what to do to mend the rift that has caused.”

  “Yeah, knowing Adrian, he would take that personally, especially after refusing any and all overtures from us ever since Nicole died. Hell,
he’s practically been a monk this past year, that is until you came along.” Nora grinned at her, obviously pleased for the man who was a good friend and, on occasion, more than a friend.

  “That’s the problem,” Sophie sighed regretfully. “I really like Adrian but have absolutely no wish to get any more involved than we already are. Got any suggestions on how I can get back in his good graces?”

  “You say you have no wish to get involved, but we don’t always get what we wish for,” Rachel said, her tone and eyes reflecting that she was speaking about herself as well as Sophie. “The heart wants what it wants and the mind eventually has little say so in it. I suspect your heart is already halfway to over ruling what your mind keeps insisting on.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean,” Nora agreed morosely.

  It was obvious both women were unhappy with their current relationships, which made her wonder not for the first time, about why they have sex with the other guys when they had such strong feelings for Adam and James.

  Apparently, something of what she was feeling must have shown on her face because Rachel smiled teasingly, saying, “And you’re wondering how I could fuck Ash when we go out of town together if James is the one I want, right?”

  Damn her constant blushing, Sophie thought as she felt herself redden guiltily. “It’s none of my business, I know. I’m sorry.”

  “Nonsense. You’ve nothing to be sorry for,” Nora assured her. “Our lifestyle isn’t for everyone; in fact there are times we wonder why we do what we do. But the fact is, we all care deeply about each other, have ever since high school when the three of us girls fell madly in love with the four of them when they intervened at a party and saved us from being pawed by some guys in their class, who happened to be four years older. After that, we made pests of ourselves, which they indulgently allowed, until we ceased being jail bait. When we started having sex together, none of us were attached to one specific person more than another, so it just seemed natural to have fun exploring our sexuality with our best friends, who by then, had had plenty of experience to share with us.”