The Mount Series Boxset

by K D Grace

  ‘What the hell are you talking about? It was a date. That’s all, a date!’

  Aurora slid off her jacket and hung it carefully over a cedar hanger on the back of the door. ‘Edward doesn’t date, and if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do it here.’

  ‘I want to see him.’ Jesus, what was she thinking? She should get the hell out of this nut-house. It might be the place for bored rich people, but it was no place for her, and yet … ‘I want to see Edward.’ If nothing else, she wanted to give him a good piece of her mind. Who did he think he was humiliating her like this?

  Aurora stepped nose to nose with her and ran a heavy hand down her cheek to rest on her throat, thumb caressing one side, fingers producing just enough pressure along the other to make it slightly uncomfortable. ‘You broke the rules, the rules you agreed to.’

  Rita shoved her hand away and stepped back. ‘You mean with the blindfold? It was only a game, and it was just between us.’

  ‘We take games very seriously here at The Mount. You can’t change the rules. It’s Edward’s game, his rules to make. I’ll call you a cab, then the game’s over, and you lose.’

  Take the fucking cab. That’s the smart thing to do, a part of Rita’s brain screamed. And yet she heard herself saying. ‘If I don’t want to lose? If I want to see Edward?’

  The woman offered her a contemptuous grunt. ‘Then you have to pay the penalty for breaking the rules, and Edward has to agree to continue the game. Personally, I think he’s wasting his time. There are better people for him to play with, but Edward always has been stubborn. So what’s it going to be? Are you going to take the penalty?’ She jerked open to the door. ‘Or go home where you belong?’

  Suddenly all the evening’s humiliation and manipulation bubbled into rage just beneath Rita’s sternum, and being bullied by a butched-up waitress was the final straw. She moved to the door, gaze locked on Aurora, who stepped aside.

  But instead of leaving, she gave the door an explosive slam that made even Aurora jump. ‘I’m staying. I’m staying until I see Edward.’

  The words were barely out before Aurora grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back against her muscular shoulder. ‘Breaking the rules in the middle of a game is serious.’ Her hand still wound tightly in Rita’s hair, she half dragged, half guided her to a leather upholstered settee and shoved her down on it. ‘I can’t punish you without Edward witnessing. It’s his game.’ The sculpted contempt on Aurora’s face was the last thing Rita saw before another blindfold ensconced her in darkness.

  ‘You punish me? What the hell do you have to do with this?’ She reached for the blindfold, but the waitress wrenched her hand away none too gently. ‘I’m the enforcer. It’s my job to make sure the rules aren’t broken and to punish those who do break them.’

  ‘This is insane. I want to –’

  Her protest died in her throat with a little gasp as the other woman’s hand slid between her legs and probed her pantyless cunt, then she heard her suckle her fingers. ‘I see Edward’s shown you the best way to enjoy champagne, though you probably didn’t deserve it. Now wait here, and don’t move, or you’ll make your punishment even worse.’ This time Rita heard the click of the lock as Aurora left.

  She had no way of judging how long she waited. And now, thanks to her stupidity, she had cut off her only way of escape. But Aurora said she would return with Edward. And Rita definitely wanted to have a few words with him. If it meant being roughed up a bit by Butch Woman, well she could handle that. She was not about to let Edward get away with treating her this way.

  She reached down to stroke the wet spot low on her belly, and the anger was subsumed into something a little more intriguing. Her pussy quivered when she thought about Edward lapping champagne from her cunt and Edward watching her and Alex on the dance floor. And Alex refusing to come inside her out of deference to Edward. There was an awful lot of deference to Edward, and for some mindless reason, that made her feel proud, in spite of the desire to strangle him with his own blindfold.

  But what if Edward was just the gang leader, like some kind of mafia boss, and what if she never saw the light of day again. She’d heard all kinds of rumours about the mysterious Mount. Where the hell was her sense of self-preservation? Was her wounded pride worth her going along with this insanity – insanity that might be very dangerous?

  She was seriously contemplating yanking off the blindfold and making a run for it when the door burst open and Edward called her name. Suddenly she was engulfed in his arms, and her mouth was consumed with his kisses. He pulled away just enough to speak, his breath coming in fast, tense gulps against her parted lips. ‘Are you all right, Rita?’

  ‘How the hell do you think I am? Dinner and drinks, you said. You didn’t mention humiliating me in front of half of London’s rich and powerful. I don’t understand any of this. I thought you were just teasing me with the blindfold, and then there was Alex. I just wanted to see what you look like.’ She felt dangerously close to tears, which made her even more angry. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. ‘Then these bouncers came and Aurora pulled my hair and –’

  He stopped her words with another kiss. ‘And yet you chose to stay and play the game with me.’ He cradled her close to his hammering heart and stroked her hair. ‘I’m so proud of you. I knew I wasn’t wrong in choosing you. I promise you won’t regret it.’ His hand came to rest low on her belly, his thumb stroking her mound through the dampness of the dress.

  ‘Get away from her, Edward.’ Aurora commanded. ‘You know the rules. You can’t have her until I’ve exacted punishment.’

  He caressed Rita’s cheek. ‘Listen very carefully, darling. In order for the game to continue, in order for us to be together, I must let Aurora punish you, and I have to watch without interfering. Do you understand?’

  ‘But –’

  ‘I’m sorry, Rita, but I can’t explain anything until that happens. Are you OK with that?’

  She nodded, and in spite of her best efforts she felt tears seeping into the blindfold.

  ‘That’s my brave girl. If you take your punishment, I promise you, the game will be so worth it. You’ll see.’

  ‘And if I win?’ Her voice sounded loud in the sudden quiet of the room. ‘What’s my reward, if I win?’

  She heard the click of Aurora’s heals and smelled her perfume. ‘What you get,’ she said, taking Edward’s place next to her, ‘Is membership.’

  ‘Membership?’

  To her surprise, Aurora pulled off the blindfold and held her chin in a vice grip. ‘Membership into The Mount, which is more than you deserve.’

  ‘What?’

  The resounding slap across her face stung like fire and made her eyes water, but the gasp she heard wasn’t her own. As her eyes focused through the tears she saw a man sitting stiff-backed on the edge of a wooden chair. His face was concealed in an expressionless golden mask, which covered all but the bow of his lips. Otherwise he could have passed for any of the male diners at The Mount that night. ‘Edward?’ She half whispered rubbing her stinging cheek.

  There was a slight nod of his head before Aurora vice-gripped her chin again.

  ‘You give me your undivided attention, or I’ll call you a cab whether you want or not.’ Aurora slapped her again. ‘Are we clear?’

  ‘We’re clear,’ Rita breathed.

  Aurora pulled off her tie, then yanked Rita’s hands behind her back and bound them with it. While Rita watched, she leisurely removed the waistcoat and shirt until she stood before them stripped to the waist except for a black leather bra displaying small firm tits and supple ropey muscles that might have belonged to a female body-builder. ‘Good, then let’s just see what’s so special about you that Edward would risk everything for.’

  ‘Shut up, Aurora.’ Edward’s back stiffened against the chair. ‘Your job is to punish, nothing more.’

  ‘Then stop interrupting me and let me do my job.’ Aurora grabbed both spaghetti straps and yanked
them down exposing Rita’s goose-fleshed breasts. ‘Couldn’t be these that won Edward over.’ She slapped Rita’s tits in turn, then pinched her nipples until she gasped at the pain that went straight to her pussy, where it was amazingly transformed to pleasure. ‘Edward can have all the nice tits he wants, including mine.’ She grabbed Rita’s right hand and shoved it inside the plunge of her bra and over the muscular dome of her breast until her pointing nipple pressed into Rita’s palm.

  Rita held her breath. Was this punishment, fondling another woman’s tits? Surely not. It felt too good.

  ‘Can’t be this.’ Still holding Rita’s fingers against her breast, Aurora slid her other hand under Rita’s dress. ‘No matter how much Moët et Chandon he pours into it, it’s still just a cunt, and there are plenty of cunts aching to ride Edward’s cock.’ She ran her open palm between Rita’s legs, spreading her labia, pressing against her clit, then giving it a sharp slap, chuckling as Rita flinched.

  ‘Doesn’t matter. I’m just here to punish you for breaking the rules.’ She grabbed the front of Rita’s dress between the side slits and yanked it as though it were a leash. Rita followed, feeling cool air on her exposed pussy.

  Standing in front of a straight-back chair upholstered in chintz, Aurora undid her trousers and slid them off to reveal suspenders and black net stockings framing her shaved, panty-less mound. Then she sat down, wriggling and squirming her bottom against the chair until she was comfortable. ‘Edward, be a dear, and give me your knife.’

  Rita’s pulse quickened, as Edward retrieved a large Vitronox from his pocket, which he handed to Aurora, the golden mask completely disguising any emotions her request might have elicited.

  Aurora opened the knife expertly. ‘Turn around,’ she ordered.

  But Rita stood frozen to the floor unable to move.

  There was a hard slap across her breasts. ‘I said turn around.’

  ‘Do as she says, Rita.’ Edward moved behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and gently turned her to face him. ‘It’ll be all right.’

  He pulled her into his arms and held her while Aurora grabbed the back of her dress and slit the side seams to just above her bottom, laughing softly as Rita cringed. Then she gathered the fabric into her hand and sliced smoothly across so all that remained of the back of Rita’s dress was a thin strip high across her hips and lower spine.

  ‘There, that’s better.’ Aurora tossed the cut fabric aside and handed the knife back to Edward. ‘Now help me with her.’ She patted her bare thighs and nodded.

  He pocketed the knife and guided Rita to bend over the punisher’s lap. ‘Just get it over with, Aurora.’ The edge in his voice was nearly as sharp as the Vitronox.

  ‘Relax, Edward.’ Aurora stroked Rita’s arse cheeks almost tenderly. ‘Some things can’t be rushed.’

  He didn’t return to the chair, but instead knelt on the floor stroking Rita’s hair and the nape of her neck. His touch was so comforting that, even though she knew what was coming, the first hard thwack against her exposed bottom made her cry out in surprise.

  ‘You broke the rules,’ Aurora scolded as her hand came down again, this time on the other buttock so that they both stung equally. ‘Rule breakers must be punished.’ With the next hard thwack, Rita flinched and bit the inside of her lip, tasting blood.

  Edward lowered his face and took her mouth, gently suckling away the thin ribbon of red before the next smack came. ‘Shshshsh,’ he whispered. ‘Relax. It’ll be over soon, and we can be together.’ He kissed her again, then ran his hand down to caress her breasts as he lifted his head to watch Aurora’s efforts. For the first time Rita noticed he had thick auburn hair that smelled almost like moist earth after a storm.

  From her awkward position across her punisher’s lap, Rita’s gaze took in the tightly stretched front of Edward’s trousers. When the next smack stung her bottom, the pain blossomed into something hot and burning low in her belly, and suddenly she knew she would gladly take her punishment to be able to see Edward’s erection, even through his trousers.

  Aurora was ranting about the rules, about the reputation of The Mount and of Edward, about ignorant usurpers or some such, but Rita had stopped listening. Edward was fondling her breasts where they were uncomfortably squished over Aurora’s lap. With each kneading, and with each smack, she found herself grinding against Aurora’s bare thigh.

  Edward opened his trousers and took his cock in a firm grip, positioning himself in front of her. But just as she was about to take him into her mouth, Aurora stopped spanking and with a powerful backhand, knocked Edward onto his haunches.

  ‘I said leave her alone, Edward, or you’ll not have her at all. Now back off.’

  Cursing under his breath, he returned to his chair, not bothering to tuck his cock back into his trousers, though he probably couldn’t have if he’d wanted to.

  Aurora returned her attention to Rita. ‘Look at this. You’ve soaked my leg with your cunt juices. I should punish you more for that. Stand up.’

  Rita did as she was told. Aurora grabbed the front flap of her mutilated dress and yanked it tight between Rita’s legs, wedging it into her slit and tugging on it until Rita stood on her toes in an effort to relieve the pressure from the bind of fabric rubbing almost, but not quite, pleasurably against her clit.

  ‘It’s all right if you like punishment,’ her tormentor’s voice was suddenly honeyed and sweet. ‘See? Spanking you made my pussy wet too.’ She opened her legs, and Rita was greeted with an exquisite view of Aurora’s dark swollen pout glistening with moisture. The enforcer gave the fabric leash a hard tug, causing Rita to gasp. ‘Here’s the real punishment, chick. If you ever want to ride his cock again,’ she threw a nod at Edward whose hand was wrapped around his erection while the other cupped his balls, ‘then you’d better make me come, and come good.’ With a quick flick of her wrist, she untied Rita’s hands, then yanked on the bodice of what remained of her gown bringing her to her knees only a nose length away from the woman’s fragrant warm pussy.

  Rita had never touched another woman’s cunt before, let alone tasted one. Of course she had fantasised about what it would be like, but she never imagined she’d ever actually be commanded to make another woman come. She reached out a trembling hand and stroked the incredible softness of Aurora’s shaved mound, and Aurora let out a shuddering sigh, spreading her legs even further and leaning back in the chair. She curled her fingers roughly in Rita’s hair and pulled her forward, but Rita pulled back.

  ‘Wait. I want to look.’

  ‘You can’t make me come with your eyes, bitch.’

  ‘Come on,’ Rita struggled to keep her voice calm. ‘You can’t honestly expect me to believe you don’t like to have your cunt admired.’

  For a brief second, she thought Aurora would hit her again, but instead she chuckled softly and shifted until not only could Rita see the whole of her engorged vulva, but also the dark pucker of her anus, which clenched and relaxed each time Rita caressed and stroked between her folds.

  She breathed in the high-tide scent of pussy that wasn’t hers, a scent that made her own pussy itch to be full, a scent that made her feel deliciously naughty. While she caressed Aurora’s heavy pout, she shifted and raised her hips giving Edward a good view of her own slit. He was, after all, the reason she was in this position, her bottom stinging from a brisk spanking, doing things she’d only secretly fantasised. As she fingered the creamy juices beading in the tiny cup at the bottom of Aurora’s cunt, she thought of the champagne Edward had poured in her own pussy-cup, and the urge to taste was overwhelming.

  There was a trio of sighs, all in unison, at her first tentative taste of cunt. And suddenly she couldn’t for the life of her understand how even expensive champagne could enhance the flavour of such ambrosia. She slipped her hands under Aurora’s tight arse cheeks and pulled her close, burying her face deep in the woman’s slippery femaleness, feeling her moans of pleasure vibrate all the way through her body down to
Rita’s probing tongue.

  ‘I must be getting soft,’ Aurora grunted. ‘You seem to be enjoying your punishment way too much.’ She lifted her stiletto-clad feet onto Rita’s bare shoulders to better position herself, but Rita barely noticed the digging of the heels into her clavicle. She stroked and caressed Aurora’s swollen labia with her thumbs, while she lapped and nibbled the valley in between, saliva and pussy juice dribbling down her chin, over Aurora’s dark bottom hole and onto the upholstery of the chair.

  Rita couldn’t resist. She nipped Aurora’s clit just enough to make her clench and open, then she wriggled a wet thumb none too gently into the woman’s tight back grip, feeling an immense surge through her own pussy and anus as Aurora cried out and bucked against her. She could see the woman’s pussy convulse and quiver with orgasm. A woman might be able to fool a man, but she could never fool another woman. With a mirror, Rita had watched herself come, and she knew. She knew the heavy convulsion, the internal clamping down of everything followed by the little shock waves that made all those lovely pouting slippery muscles tremble and quake. Just watching was almost enough to bring her. Almost.

  Suddenly Edward was on his hands and knees behind her, his fingers spreading her folds, his cock pressing against the inside of her thigh. But just as she was about to ease back onto his erection, Aurora shoved her away, then grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet.

  ‘Damn it, Edward! She’s being punished. She doesn’t get any satisfaction. If you have to empty your balls,’ she gave herself a rough stroke, ‘do it here, or have a wank, but leave her alone. You’re the one who got her into this mess.’ She turned her attention to Rita, who she still had in an uncomfortable grip. She dragged her to a wardrobe and shoved a calf-length black leather coat at her. ‘Put this on.’ Then she grabbed the phone. ‘Bruce, have the limo brought round, now. I said put the coat on,’ she barked at Rita. ‘And get out of here.’