‘So what?’ Nadine shrugged her shoulders and lit up a cheroot. ‘There’s nothing she can do about it.’
‘We’ll see,’ said Alistair with a smile that made Penny’s lips long for his kiss and her loins for his body. ‘We’ll see.’
So, it was true! Once Alistair had taken her, she would be out of here. But that was stupid, she told herself, absolutely stupid. How could she ever get to the top in her sport unless she had achieved some stability? But that wasn’t really the reason she wanted to stay here. Other desires had been unleashed, and Beaumont Place was where she wanted to use them; and Gregory, Alistair, even Nadine, were those she wanted to use them on.
Ariadne had got her into this, and perhaps it would be Ariadne who would get her out of it.
Penny left them there with their mutual looks and their mutual plans. Suddenly, she had plans of her own.
Flushed, she slunk back into the thickly carpeted corridor that would take her back to the more public apartments in Beaumont Place.
Had she really only been here a few months? It seemed longer, as though this were a place she had known and wanted all her life. She knew beyond doubt that she didn’t want to leave, and in her mind the jumbled outlines of ad-libbed plans began to tumble into some sort of order.
She wanted to stay here. She was happy, but in order to stay here, she would have to do something drastic, and she would need help to carry out her plan. First she would phone Ariadne just to get things straight. Once she had all the facts, then she would act.
The phone rang a dozen times before Ariadne answered. She sounded breathless and Penny had the distinct feeling that her gorgeous blonde friend was not alone.
‘It’s me. Penny Bennet.’
‘Penny?’ If Ariadne was a friend, she certainly didn’t sound it at the moment, thought Penny. But what the hell! She pressed on.
‘It’s about our wager. And it’s about Alistair.’
Ariadne hesitated before she spoke. ‘How are you getting on?’
‘Too well. I get the impression I’m about to win our wager.’
‘Already? My!’ said Ariadne in a breathless rush. ‘You certainly are a quick worker. Then the stallion is yours, darling.’
‘Yes, I know that. But then again, he was from the start, wasn’t he?’
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
‘You know, then?’ said Ariadne at last, her voice no more than a hushed whisper.
‘That the stallion doesn’t belong to you. That it belongs to Alistair.’
‘How did you know?’ asked Ariadne with surprise.
‘I just guessed.’
Penny had only guessed. If Ariadne had been as bright as she was beautiful, she would have realised that Penny had led her into declaring the truth of the matter. But Ariadne wasn’t bright and had fallen easily into the trap. Besides that, Penny was convinced that, though her mouth was speaking into the phone, other things were happening to other parts of Ariadne’s body.
‘It’s like an aphrodisiac, you know,’ Ariadne went on, her words suddenly fast and furious. ‘He’s a powerful man. He’s got a lot of influence, a lot of energy. Nadine directs it, gets him to store it up in those cute rubber pants she makes him wear.’
‘Yes,’ returned Penny somewhat sharply. ‘Really’, and ‘You’re kidding’, were the words on her tongue, but the quick, one word retort was enough to hide her ignorance of what Ariadne had just exposed to her.
‘That’s why she wears those big earrings; you know, those black-jet crucifixes and things – there’s a key behind them that unlocks his pants. He can’t get to his delicious cock without her say so. His drive’s all stored up, like a dam on a river; then when it lets go . . . Wow! Imagine if it got out. I wonder what his business associates would say if they knew,’ Ariadne went on mindlessly. ‘I bet he’d want to drop dead if anything got out about it.’
‘No doubt,’ Penny said slowly as the pros and cons of the situation ping-ponged around in her mind. ‘No doubt he’d be mortified if anyone found out.’
‘Devastated!’ Ariadne exclaimed in a desperate hush.
Penny had known Ariadne long enough to surmise that some luscious hunk was licking or pushing his rod into her welcoming pussy at that very moment. Also from experience, she could imagine that Ariadne was dying to drop the phone from her mouth and stifle the words in her throat with something far more palatable.
Again, Penny pounced before Ariadne could think straight.
‘He didn’t ask you to stay?’
‘No. I would have liked to, but he doesn’t favour that. Anyway, I don’t think Nadine’s too keen on anyone being near her brother on a permanent basis – except perhaps herself. And besides, he made it worth my while. I’ve got my own stud farm now.’
‘Mares and stallions?’
Ariadne gasped as though a thick member had found its mark in one or other of her most delectable orifices. Obviously, thought Penny, not her mouth. Ariadne laughed breathlessly into the telephone.
‘Just me,’ she cooed with undisguised pleasure, ‘and a selection of fine . . . young . . . stallions . . . ’
It seemed to Penny as though the telephone had slipped from her friend’s grasp. An angry buzzing sounded against her ear.
But she had no more questions except in her head. So Alistair wore a pair of rubber pants. The picture that presented both intrigued and aroused her in the same instant. And Nadine controlled him by using those pants, storing up his sexual energy like an electricity generator does the power from the National Grid. Ariadne knew about it. Others probably did, too. But their silence had been bought, and they, unlike her, had been willing to accept whatever was offered to them. They hadn’t found somewhere they wanted to stay like she had, where her desires and her need for security could complement each other.
Obviously, she had to do something about it. But what? The pants, Nadine . . . then the fact – the very obvious fact – came to her that the international business community would withdraw the respect they had for Alistair if they found out about his odd home life and his peculiar underwear.
The seeds of a plan started to germinate in her head. Even without her yearning to maintain stability for her equestrian career, she would still have to do this. She’d have no yearning for pastures other than those at Beaumont Place.
Ariadne had not wished to stay here; not as much as she did anyway. Ariadne had accepted her lot; Penny would not.
Beaumont Place had brought her the kind of security and pleasure she had only dreamt of in the past. Although their use of her might have appeared to other eyes as cruel or abusive, through the pleasures and pains she had endured, she had encountered status and affection.
In Nadine’s long, slim hands, there was affection. In Gregory’s tying her up, she had fully appreciated the sense of touch alone. All around her and along many roads, there was a loving desire to give her pleasure. And beneath Alistair’s restraint, dictated to him by a pair of rubber pants and a dominant sister, there was an extraordinary passion aimed in her direction. All this was directed at her, and she was loath to lose it.
Knuckles white with determination, she took a deep breath and made herself a promise. With the help of Gregory she would not lose all this. She would keep it and stay here for as long as she wanted . . . even for ever.
15
THEY WERE IN the private theatre that Penny had stumbled on earlier, only this time she was on the other side of the glass. Just as she had guessed, it was another two-sided mirror. Compulsively, she opened her eyes slightly wider as she glanced at it. Then she studied the rest of the room, the blush-red walls of washed silk, the deep rose of the thickly woven carpet, and the fact that the room had no windows, but was lit by square lanterns of Oriental origin which hung from gilded chains in each corner of the room.
In the middle of the room was a wooden frame that might have been mistaken for some kind of loom by the untutored eye. But Penny was not untutored. Much learning had
gone into her time here and, although the details of how she would be tied to it might not yet be clear in her mind, she knew the frame was meant to be decorated with a human supplicant, a sacrifice to a man’s stored-up sexual power.
‘How delicious you look, my pretty pussy,’ purred Nadine, her hair whiter, her eyes glinting like chips of hard glass.
Penny said nothing, nor did she acknowledge the lingering hand that slid down over her back and behind. Tension might be in her mind, but the light of excitement shone brightly in her eyes. Although exhilaration and a feeling of potential triumph whirled like dancing leaves in her stomach, she lowered her head in supplication and studied the deep redness of the carpet.
Penny had eaten little and drunk even less this evening. Undoubtedly, there was something in the air, and that something she knew would be the making or breaking of her.
Nadine had helped her to dress in her room earlier, the costume chosen by her. Yet it was nothing, just a kaftan of black silk trimmed with jet and silver. It tied casually at the waist, but was not belted. Beneath it, Penny wore only her creamy skin which had been bathed, oiled and massaged by Gregory. Her hair hung in glossy waves melting in dark satisfaction with the black silk of her sheer garment.
There were just the two of them in the room now; Nadine and her.
‘Is no one else expected?’ Penny asked the question in a way that was both provocative and inquisitive.
‘My brother was here earlier,’ purred Nadine. ‘Now it’s just us, pretty pussy, just us. But he will be back.’
Nadine grinned and stretched like a loose-limbed cat. She seemed inordinately sure of herself, pleased with whatever had happened in this room earlier.
From beneath her lowered lashes, Penny saw Nadine finger a heavy jet earring, then flick at it so it jangled against the object she knew was behind it. Black earrings, black outfit and white hair. Nadine was a creature of contrasts and addicted to the dramatic. Even now her outfit was nothing more than a two-inch-wide strip of leather that started at a belt at her waist, slid between her legs and divided her boyish rear into two snowy halves. She also wore a breastplate of silver metal between her breasts. This was supported by chains which clipped to a studded collar around her neck. Her eyes were heavily lined with kohl.
Beside her, Penny felt strangely vulnerable, and almost innocently beautiful.
‘Let me help you with this,’ said Nadine, her long fingers undoing the loose fastening at the front of Penny’s long black kaftan. Once off, Nadine flung it to one side, then led her to the wooden structure just as she’d supposed she would.
Her long fingers wound leather bands firmly around each wrist. On each band was a metal ring. Nadine fastened each of these to metal clips set into the wooden frame about a foot above Penny’s head. Her ankles were fastened in a similar way beneath her. She was spread and stretched, her body forming a perfect ‘X’ on the custom-made frame.
Once or twice, she hesitated in what she was doing and looked at Penny a little quizzically, a half-smile playing around her broad mouth as if she couldn’t quite believe just how little strength it was taking to fasten Penny in this position. Her hands were trembling.
‘You are incredibly willing, my pretty pussy.’ Inquisitively, she dipped one finger into Penny’s wet aperture.
‘My. You are ready for it, aren’t you?’
Penny knew no answer was required. She didn’t want to speak anyway. She wanted Alistair – more than she could ever have imagined. Furtively, she allowed her lowered eyes to look in the direction of the two-way mirror, and, as though she were playing to an unseen audience, she stretched her body and moaned in what Nadine put down to apprehension as her hips undulated.
Nadine’s laugh was loud and throaty, and even more resonant once she’d fastened the now-familiar bridle over Penny’s head and pressed the bit between her teeth.
Penny’s breasts thrust forward almost impatiently, and her skin erupted with goose bumps as she watched Nadine roll back the bundle of red velvet on the table. A variety of whips and riding crops was suddenly exposed.
Nadine grinned at her as she pointed at each one. ‘Shall I use this one?’ she asked in a silly singsong voice that didn’t suit her at all. ‘No? Perhaps this one, then. What do you think?’
The question was ineffectual. Penny could not answer, so Nadine made the choice herself.
‘This one, then!’ she exclaimed at last.
Reflexively, Penny clenched her buttocks as Nadine trailed the tip of a bamboo-handled crop across her bare backside. She trembled again, and clamped her teeth against the metal snaffle bit that lay so cold and hard upon her tongue. She looked again toward the door where she expected Alistair to enter, then back toward the vast mirror. This was a coming-together of the two men in her life, though one of them would not know that. Not wishing Nadine to see what was in her eyes, she bent her head and stared determinedly at the floor.
Nadine laughed at her own games before her face became more serious and her eyes more intense. She turned from Penny, who was spread so deliciously on her wooden frame, opened the door, and brought Alistair in.
Thankfully this time, the blinkers attached to her bridle were not tied. She could see Alistair, could see what she was getting. He entered the room as she’d never seen him before. Gone was the Gucci business suit, Egyptian cotton shirt, silk tie and handmade leather shoes. All he wore was some strange kind of undergarment made of shiny rubber and clipped at the sides. The device covered his body in such a way that no hint of form was detectable through it. There was no evidence of him even having a penis beneath the thick covering of latex that barricaded his sex and his desires from the outside world.
Yet, even though most of his flesh was exposed to her view for the first time, her gaze was transfixed by his eyes. Tonight, they sparkled and yet they were different. They glittered with a sublime heat as they ran over her body and surveyed what awaited him.
His breathing sounded rampant as though his lungs were guzzling air quicker than he could expel it.
‘All for you,’ cried Nadine as she unhitched the tiny key from behind her earring, unfastened the rubber pants and let his member expand to its full size.
The sight of it filled Penny’s eyes, and her mouth hung open with surprise. It was a beautiful sight, throbbing there, jerking and rearing as though it were still wild and untameable. Just looking at it made her want its throbbing length within her, dividing her succulent labia, penetrating her most secret place and filling her whole being with its immense strength and power. Celibacy had engorged it with desire. Now it was free and determined, as resolute as she was to have it in her.
Only briefly did she glance at the viewing mirror. She licked her lips as she did it, as though savouring the sight of a gourmet meal.
Alistair’s chest, which had a sprinkling of dark hair, looked as hard as his cock. His hands were out of sight. Around his neck he wore a leather collar, and it was then she realised that his hands were tied behind his back, and possibly fixed to the collar from behind.
His body was oiled, each muscle standing in stark relief from its neighbour, his skin the colour of honey, his body hair luxuriant enough to proclaim his masculinity.
A lead rein, also of leather, was attached to the collar. Nadine picked up the trailing end of it, smiling serenely as she led him towards the naked woman who was his to do with as he pleased – or so it looked.
He looked vibrant, unequivocally male, and rampant with desire.
Penny was mesmerised and electric with a current of barely suppressed excitement as she surveyed the hard body and the harder penis. It stood proudly before him, rearing as his eyes raked over her body.
Everything he’d undergone and envisaged during the time she’d been here was in those eyes. She responded to that look, writhed in welcome on the restraints that bound her. Just by looking at him she could envisage the feel of his skin against her skin, his flesh within hers.
Accompanied by loud breath
ing, Alistair lunged toward her, his head bent, lips hot on her breasts, teeth sharp on her nipples.
She yelped against the confines of the metal bit, yet at the same time arched her back so her breasts were more prominent, more thrusting toward his mouth.
‘No! Not yet!’
As the riding crop laced a series of blows across Alistair’s back, he was yanked rudely from her, his head jerking as Nadine pulled him away like a dog on a lead.
‘On your knees!’ Nadine ordered.
Her brother obeyed.
‘Stay there!’ she snapped, not that he could do otherwise. Nadine had passed the lead rein through a link on the wall and had left little room for him to manoeuvre.
She came to Penny’s side.
‘Now, my pretty pussy,’ she murmured through her big white teeth. ‘Let me just get you ready for the first part of the covering.’
Nadine adjusted the supports to which she was tied so that they slid one inside the other towards the floor. Now Penny was leaning forward, so far that she was forced to go on to her knees.
Her arms were still above her, still firmly strapped to the uprights which had now been reduced in height. Her ankles too were still restrained, only now she was on her knees, a deep ‘V’ between her legs still leaving her damp pussy very much exposed.
‘Now, my beautiful boy, come over here and do your worst!’ She said it with laughter and also with pleasure.
Nadine undid the leather from the metal ring to which she had tied him and tugged her brother to his feet. She brought him, his eyes still glazed and his breathing rapid, before Penny.
Penny gasped, her eyes big with delight as his throbbing appendage leapt with anticipation before her eyes. All the desires that had come into being after that walk through a crowded city street now reached their full potential. She badly wanted him. She moaned against the restraint of the bridle and the bit, and writhed against the bonds that held her so tightly to the frame.
How glad she was not to be blinkered. There it was before her in all its ramrod glory; soft-skinned, yet incredibly hard. All ten inches of it leapt with pleasure as its soft pink crown gently kissed her lips. It was soft, warm and begging to enter.
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