by Irons, Rose
Then, through the haze of pleasure, she remembered the syrup.
Leaning forwards, Mina at once felt the pressure change. She moaned aloud, and the ragged sound of Marcus' breathing grew heavy.
Slowly shifting back and forth, Mina worked herself on the phallus. The wooden cock was amazingly suited for this, and wave after wave of pleasure enveloped Mina as it pressed against her walls, spurring her to new ecstatic heights.
If only it were Marcus' hand within her that drew the shuddering from her! Mina leaned even more, provoking another desperate gasp from both herself and her voyeur, whom she desired more than anything.
"I want you," she repeated, her words almost a whisper.
Marcus' eyes pierced her as surely as the cock. "I want to see you prove it."
And she did. With force born of her frustration, Mina slammed down onto the wooden phallus again and again, harder and harder until she thought she would split in two from the unyielding staff within her. She rocked back and forth, letting it fondle her swollen lips and feeling her own juices help her slide back and forth with ease. And through it all, Marcus' gaze held her as surely as the cock, driving her mad with desire, the cresting waves of exquisite pleasure and pain that tore through her, threatening to drown her before they crested and she broke, gasping, to the final release of orgasm that radiated through her entire body and left her shaking, but whole.
~
Mina dove into the pond, feeling the delicious shock of the cool water closing over her head. She kicked, pushing herself through the water, stroking for most of the pond's length before coming up for air, gasping.
Her limbs protested faintly at the movement. She was sore, but in places she never was after a workout: her inner thighs, a particular muscle in her lower back, her wrists. Her body knew what she had been doing, even if Mina herself still felt bewildered by it.
She moved into long, slow laps, taking her time to try and relax and unwind as she puzzled at the mystery of her host and friend.
After her performance at breakfast, Marcus had come to her, placed his hands on her shoulders and brushed his lips against her ear. She shuddered to remember how sweet his hot breath on her skin had been. Mina had almost been ready to come again right then, sure he was about to finally take her.
But instead, he whispered to her, "I'm always impressed by you," and she believed he meant it. If he meant it, though, why wouldn't he take her?
Mina swam faster, pushing her frustration against the water. She had thought she understood this weekend, that she knew what she was offering and what she wanted in return. But now she was no longer sure what it was she expected Marcus to offer her.
Mina knew what she wanted. She wanted the dark passion he had awakened in her to unfurl and be ready for indulgence. She wanted his hand on her cheek, his teeth at her shoulder, his cock inside her, his commanding voice telling her how to shape herself to his desires. But now that she was ready, how to convince Marcus? Was there some test she had yet to pass?
"Is something wrong, Miss Mina?"
She looked up, startled, as she reached the edge of the deck. Gavin stood by the water, a polite and concerned expression on his beautiful face.
"Oh. No, Gavin, I'm all right. Just thinking."
He looked young and innocent, but Mina guessed he was probably her own age - it was his demeanor that made him seem young, and given how deferent and unsure he seemed. And he was no innocent - Mina knew that detail intimately now. Remembering his soft lips at her cunt, she blushed.
"Maybe I can help?" he offered.
Mina hoisted herself out of the water and sat, dripping, at the water's edge. "I'm just confused about Marcus. It's not a problem. I'm just not good with frustration."
"Me neither." Gavin smiled. "I have to ride or work out. Gets the tension out."
"Exactly."
They sat in companionable silence for a moment, and then Mina sighed. "I should probably go get dressed. I look like a drowned rat."
Gavin's hand touched her shoulder, a light, gentle reproach. "You look beautiful.”
Mina smiled. "Thank you, Gavin."
She paused and then, daringly, leaned forward to kiss him.
Her body responded instantly, electrified by the soft touch of lips on hers. Gavin's mouth opened for her, and Mina moaned, already ready for him to taste her again, or more. She leaned into the kiss, pressing her wet body against him. Gavin let her gently bear him back onto the deck.
They lay intertwined, Mina on top of him, gently penetrating his beautiful mouth, when a voice intruded.
"Gavin, have you seen -"
Mina bolted up, feeling guilty and not sure why. Sophie met her gaze, startled, and then smiling. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Sophie, I'm sorry, please -" Mina started to stand, babbling, but Gavin caught her wrist and gently held her in place straddling his chest. Sophie placed a finger over Mina's mouth, stopping the words. "You were being consenting adults. In this house, that is no crime." Sophie giggled. "And after all the teasing Marcus has done to you over the last two days, I'd have ridden Gavin at least three times by now myself."
Shocked, Mina tried to process that. "You expected me to be with Gavin?"
Sophie sat beside them, ignoring the puddles of water. Her skirt hiked up as she sat, and Mina caught a glimpse of Sophie's creamy white panties. "Sure. And so does Marcus."
Mina frowned.
"He doesn't mean to be cruel, you know," Gavin said gently, seeming unperturbed by his precarious position by the two women. "It's a lonely life for him, sometimes. We understand him and we share some of it, but he can't ask you to share it with him unless you truly understand it."
"Did he test you, too?" Mina frowned. "Oh. I'm sorry if that was rude."
"In a way." Gavin smiled.
"Like this." Sophie leaned over, her breasts half straining from her shirt, and kissed Gavin. Gavin slipped an arm around her and Mina could feel his cock twitch under her.
Mina watched, hypnotized, as Sophie's hair fell about Gavin's face, brushing softly against his cheeks as they fed dreamily on each others' mouths. There was something at once pure and animal about it, and Mina felt a stirring deep inside her that had more to do with what she saw than the feeling of Gavin underneath her. Sophie was right. This was a special place.
Filled with daring at her sudden understanding, Mina slid back along Gavin's legs and began to undo his belt. He moaned into Sophie's mouth and shifted, lifting his hips to help her slide off first his belt, then his pants. Already his cock strained against his briefs, eager for her touch. Mina remembered how it had looked, slipping in and out of Sophie's pert mouth, and was filled with a longing to taste Gavin in the same way.
She pulled him free then, marveling at how beautiful all of him was. Even his cock seemed deliberate, a well-carved shaft proudly lifted against the dying afternoon light. Mina took him into her mouth quickly, as much as she could without gagging, and then pulled back slowly, letting her lips and teeth softly graze his smooth skin. Gavin whimpered.
Slowly at first, then with more confidence, Mina began to work him with her mouth, growing to understand his needs. His head was especially sensitive, and Gavin moaned each time her lips brushed over the tip of it. She could taste the first salty drops of precum in her throat. He quivered as she moved him, and Sophie shifted. Then Mina felt Sophie's hand on the back of her head, urging her down, to take more of Gavin's cock deeper inside her, deeper into her throat. Mina gagged against the cock and Gavin cried out as she rallied and pressed herself on, encouraged by Sophie's soft, demanding hands.
Gavin began to thrust his hips as though unable to control himself. Mina let herself be pinned, pressing into exciting submission between Sophie's hand and Gavin's hips. She leaned forwards, giving herself to them.
As Gavin drove himself into her throat, Mina felt something new: Sophie's other hand touched her waist now and was slowly drawing her bikini bottom down over Mina's thighs to her knees. Min
a tried to moan and gagged again on Gavin's thrusts, feeling Sophie's clever fingers begin to explore her folds.
She had never felt so exposed, so alive. Every cell inside Mina demanded more, set on fire by the simple act of this, being a part of the world in which these people lived, voluntarily held as she was used and used in turn. The simplicity of it crashed through Mina as Sophie slipped a finger inside her, bringing her to shuddering on top of Gavin.
There was only this. Only pleasure. Affection and love made it deeper, stronger, and though Mina knew she still wanted Marcus desperately, her frustration ebbed as the pleasure crashed through her, waves of shivering joy at Gavin's cock, from Sophie's hand.
Sophie's finger curled, and Mina cried out, feeling the finger stroke her G spot. She was no longer able to hold herself up. Gavin's cock in her throat seemed to be the only thing keeping her on her knees, the force of his need as he fucked her mouth an almost tangible thing, pressing her head up and sending shudders of desire racing through her until they found Sophie's hand and raced back once more.
Mina was drowning, split, torn between the cock in her mouth and the insistent fingers inside her. She sucked desperately at Gavin's cock as though it could cure her confusion and hunger, but it only heightened her arousal, arching a demanding pull from her mouth to her nipples, taut against the damp fabric of her suit. She moaned, caught.
Just as Mina felt that she would surely cum or fall, Gavin withdrew from her mouth and gently helped Sophie lay Mina on the deck. He stripped off her bathing suit top as Sophie kissed her heaving breasts gently. Mina shivered and gathered up her breasts, offering them to the sweet warmth of Sophie's clever mouth as Gavin mounted her. She had never so much as kissed a woman before this weekend, but this place and these sensations would not be denied. She trusted and liked Sophie, true, but it was more than that. Mina was lost to the girl's sweet lips and tongue, and as the maid pulled first one nipple, then the other into her mouth, Mina shivered so hard Gavin had to place his hands on her hips to still her.
And then, with one thrust, he was inside her. Mina cried out to feel him, his cock gladly accepted by her wet and swollen cunt. Her whole body sighed in relief as she relaxed into the pleasure of being filled, truly filled. The wooden shaft this morning had felt good and Mina wouldn't mind it again, but what she needed was the warmth and firm touch of a cock inside her, balls pressing against her lips, the gentle gasps of desire that she could feel coming even now as he slowly moved inside her. Even just the sensation of being filled made Mina quiver against Gavin and Sophie, her whole being caught up in the sweet release they offered. As though they could put a name to her need, the two bent to her with a will, and Mina found herself drowning in pleasure from their ministrations.
Sophie suckled first her breasts, then her mouth, always as Mina though she could take no more, moving her soft mouth elsewhere, nipping Mina's ear, biting her neck, until Mina cried out, putty in her hands. Her whole body strained, eager for Sophie's touch, even as Gavin coaxed her to new heights of pleasure and desire.
He was indeed skilled, and though Mina still wished for Marcus, it was impossible not to be aroused by the sight of the beautiful young man, his smooth movements, the glorious sight of his cock, slick with juices, as it slid in and out of her hungry cunt. He wasn't being tender this time; with no Marcus to direct him, he shifted and followed Mina's moans as a guiding light, pressing his cock up into her and thrusting harder and faster to match her panting and rising desire that threatened to steal Mina completely. It filled her as surely as he did, spreading to every limb and orifice. She became only a perfect vessel for their need, this dark passion, and with Gavin's cock inside her, she rode the crest of pleasure, rode it and broke, screaming, as the sweet release flooded her and left her feeling sated - almost.
~
What Mina had planned, she told no one, not even Sophie and Gavin. She hadn't seen Marcus since breakfast and didn't expect him now, but still, she wanted no interruptions. Finally, Mina thought she had unlocked the secret of Marcus' patience. Tonight, she meant to prove to him that her promise was one she intended to keep.
She bathed first, luxuriating in the big bathtub as she had on the first night. This night, she had no need for Sophie's voice or champagne. Her whole body already felt exquisitely, almost painfully awake. The bath soothed her, but did not calm, and as she dressed and did her makeup, Mina's heart thudded within her chest. Tonight, tonight, tonight...
In the end, though, she did need Sophie's help for something. Mina searched high and low, expecting to find a secret stash that could help her, but curiously, even after all she had seen in this house, she found nothing.
Sophie smiled when she asked. "Come, Miss Mina." She offered a hand. "I have something to show you."
The maid led Mina through what seemed like a labyrinth. Mina's heels clicked across stone and parquet floors, Sophie leading her ever deeper into the mansion, and then below the first floor. Here, at the bottom of a small staircase, she paused before a small, unassuming wooden door.
"This is what you want."
Confused, Mina opened the door. What she saw made her blush and gasp.
"Yes," she said simply. "It is."
~
She surveyed the room. Perfect.
Mine fought back a wave of nervousness and wiped her hands on her black skirt. She wanted this desperately, but could she pull it off?
Marcus' face flashed before her eyes, and her chin firmed. Yes, she could pull this off. She would.
The lights dimmed at her touch, leaving only the flickering candles sending curling shadows over the small room and the metal table in the middle of it. Mina took a deep breath and hopped up onto it. It was cool to the touch, and felt good against the heat of her skin. She lay back and closed her eyes.
Her heart beat painfully in her chest, and she could feel her thighs grow damp in anticipation as she strained to hear Marcus' footsteps.
It seemed forever before Sophie brought him, though Mina knew it was probably only a minute or two. But he had finally come and now, heart fluttering, she readied herself to speak.
The door opened. She looked up.
"Mina?" There was confusion in Marcus' voice, but also a rough note of desire that made her quiver. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you," she said simply. Somehow all the other words she had planned left her, and she had only a few hard, bright words of truth in this darkness. "I need you, Marcus."
As she said the words, a shudder came over him, tensing his whole muscular body. His dark eyes flashed even in the candlelight. "Are you sure?"
"Sure?" Mina laughed, a strangled sound. "Marcus, if you don't take me now, I think I might die."
Their eyes locked, held, for a long, charged moment. The electricity of his gaze made Mina tremble and ache all the more. She could almost feel his hands on her. She craved his touch. But she didn't press herself to him, and for the first time, she wasn't the one who looked away.
Marcus closed his eyes and swallowed. "I know."
She sat up and swung her legs off the table, ready to go to him, but he held out a hand to stop her.
"Lie back."
And then, "Do you trust me?"
Mina thought of the last time he had asked her that question, and all that had transpired since: Sophie's kiss, Gavin's hands, the wooden cock, Marcus' gentle cruelties.
"Yes," she whispered.
His eyes flashed again. "Strip for me."
She quivered at the command in his voice. "What?"
"Show yourself to me, Mina."
Her trembling hands obeyed before she realized she had agreed to his demand. The electricity still hummed between them, and she could almost feel it as a tangible force as she untied her dark halter top. It swung free in front of her, barely keeping her breasts covered. Keeping her eyes locked on Marcus', she reached behind her neck and undid the top tie as well.
She could see his erection grow, and she felt a rush of saliva a
s she imagined tasting him.
Mina slipped her skirt down over her hips and revealed her newly-shaved cunt to his dark and demanding eyes. She stood before him, bare, exposed to all of his desires.
And hers.
A trickle of fluid ran down Mina's thigh. She dripped for him, ached for him. Her whole body was ready, and he hadn't even touched her yet.
"Good girl," he murmured, and she felt her cunt clench at the need in his voice. "Lay down and close your eyes."
As she did, she felt the breeze of him moving deeper into the room, towards the wall where all of the toys hung, ready. Again, she trembled; knowing what lay there, nervous but dripping for him and the dark pleasures that awaited her.
"Don't move."