by K D Grace
‘I could save you the trouble, Bruce.’ She shot a quick glance at Edward as she unzipped her hoodie and let it drop off her shoulders to reveal her braless breasts pressing hard against a thin grey vest. ‘But I won’t.’
The bouncer seemed deliciously embarrassed by the whole situation. She wasn’t certain, but she thought she heard a collective gasp from the dais as she took Bruce by the wrist and guided his hand down into the elastic front of her trainer bottoms.
He stepped closer and his big hand moved awkwardly inside the opening she had provided. He lifted an eyebrow at the discovery that she wore no knickers. ‘Now you know my little secret,’ she said, catching her breath as his fingers grazed her tightly trimmed curls. She shifted her stance to offer him easy access. As he gave an upward thrust with his middle finger, her slick hole practically sucked him in. Then it was his turn to catch his breath.
‘Well?’ Vivienne’s voice broke into the moment.
‘She’s wet, Mistress.’ In spite of the bright flush rising on the bouncer’s cheeks and neck, even expensive Armani couldn’t hide his growing erection.
‘Then make her come.’
For an awkward moment Bruce only stood there with his hand in Rita’s sweat suit bottoms.
Vivienne cleared her throat loudly. ‘Come on, Bruce, surely you know how to make a woman come, or do you prefer men?’ She nodded to the other bouncer still standing stoically at Rita’s left. Both men blushed heroically, but at last Bruce found his voice. ‘Here? Like this?’
‘Granted, it’s not the bedroom or the back seat of a limo, but surely you can improvise. Have Gavin there help you. I’m sure he’s willing. I can see his hard-on from here. Take off her top, Gavin, go on. I know you want to see her tits. We all want to see her tits.’
Gavin wasn’t nearly as shy as Bruce. He peeled off Rita’s top; making sure to get a good grope as he did so, which she barely noticed in the sudden realisation that all eyes were now on her tits. Everyone was leaning forward as though it were opening night at the theatre, and the curtain had just risen.
The swishing of cloth drew her attention back to Gavin, who had shed his jacket and tie and was working on his buttons with one hand while pinching her nipples alternately with the other. But poor Bruce was a rabbit in the headlights, just standing there with a finger in her pussy. Strangely, that excited her.
She slid her hand inside her sweat bottoms on top of his and smiled encouragement. ‘Here, let me show you what I like. There, that’s better,’ she sighed, shifting her hips to get him right where she needed him. ‘Now put another finger in. Oh that’s nice.’ She began to rock against his hand. ‘Now use your thumb on my clit, mmm yes, like that.’
‘Come on, Bruce.’ Gavin’s husky voice brushed her neck. ‘Undress her. I want to see her cunt.’
It was then that she looked up and caught Edward’s gaze locked on her. He sat on the edge of his chair, white knuckling the arms. Holding his gaze, she pulled away long enough to step out of her trainer bottoms. This time there was a definite gasp of approval from the dais. She heard the sound of a zipper behind her and turned to find Gavin with his substantial cock in his hand.
‘She’s the initiate, not you, Gavin’ Vivienne’s voice broke into the sound of heavy breathing. ‘I said you were to help Bruce make her come. On your hands and knees.’
Gavin stopped mid-stroke and stared up at her blankly.
‘Go on. Get down on your hands and knees. Can’t you see the girl needs a place to sit while Bruce licks her pussy?’ Once Gavin was in position, Bruce guided Rita down until her bare bottom was firmly planted on Gavin’s back, as though he were a park bench. She gave him a good slicking of pussy juice as she got comfortable. Then Bruce dropped to his knees, pushed her legs apart and buried his face between her thighs.
Suddenly the man was no longer awkward. He nibbled and suckled her clit until it was a tight cherry pressing against his lips. His long tongue was muscular and agile as it snaked deep between her folds making her buck and grind against poor Gavin, who made a valiant effort to support her on three limbs while he attempted to yank on his cock. The effort nearly sent them all tumbling before he groaned his frustration and re-stabilised them on all fours.
In her peripheral vision, through the haze of heavy arousal, she saw that the man with the leopard spots had opened his trousers and sat handling his own hefty cock. Aurora and Khaki Man were getting touchy feely with each other and Alex and Emerald Lady were getting touchy feely with themselves. Only Edward and Vivienne sat unmoving, watching Rita and the two bouncers. Then, without warning, Vivienne dropped to her knees in front of Edward and suddenly his cock was in her mouth. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair, as he wound his fingers in her exquisite hair and pistoned into her accommodating lips. But his eyes never left Rita.
So she decided to give him something to look at. She pushed Bruce away and stood to the shocked groans of the council. ‘I believe in reciprocity,’ she said. She lay back against Gavin’s spine bringing both feet to rest on his shoulders. Then she motioned Bruce to move behind him. From where she lay flat on her back, she released Bruce’s thick erection and guided it into her mouth. He caught on quickly and arched over her in a stylised sixty-nine, just the perfect height to continue his tongue worship of her pussy while she sucked his cock.
When they had got used to the new position, and she was sure what she had imagined in her head could actually be accomplished by human bodies, she reached underneath Gavin and began pumping his jutting erection first with one hand then with the other, feeling his muscles tense and strain beneath her as he drew near ejaculation. Her head bounced rhythmically against his thrusting buttocks. Bruce had gone into hyper-hump in her mouth until she had to place one hand on his hip to keep him from gagging her. Performing for Edward only intensified the imminent orgasm that was building low in her belly.
The strange threesome strained and writhed, displayed as they were, in front of the High Council. She could feel Gavin’s build-up beneath her and Bruce’s in her mouth, while catching glimpses of the peripheral orgy that was happening on the dais, all against a sound-track of grunts and moans. Gavin bucked beneath her as his semen gushed over her hand and onto the floor. That was enough to send her, stiffening and arching, digging her heels into Gavin’s shoulders, trying not to sink her teeth in as Bruce followed suit and filled her mouth with his load, just as they all collapsed onto the floor.
The post-orgasmic bliss, however, was short lived as she rolled off Gavin and found herself gazing at Vivienne, wiping her mouth like the cat who ate the cream, while Edward hastily tucked his cock back into his trousers. Before she could completely decipher the upwelling of feelings that threatened to explode her chest, Vivienne stood, smoothed her dress and chuckled. ‘I wager Bruce and Gavin didn’t expect to be so rewarded this evening.’ She dismissed them with a wave of her hand, and they both left the room, their arms loaded down with crumpled Armani.
As Rita stooped to put on her clothes, Vivienne shook her head. ‘Don’t bother. We have other business to tend to before you get dressed.’ She seated herself on her throne and made a point of smoothing her hair and applying fresh lippy. The room was silent except for the zipping of flies and the rustling of expensive clothing as everyone tucked and tidied.
‘Now,’ Vivienne said, heaving a satisfied sigh. ‘Time to vote. Do we, the High Council of The Mount, believe this girl deserves an opportunity to undergo initiation into our honourable institution?’ She shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. ‘As for my part, I can see the type of display we’ve witnessed tonight on any number of internet porn sites. I can’t imagine what this girl would add, nor can I understand your fascination with her, Edward. That being the case, I vote no. And we already know Edward’s vote.’
As though everyone knew their role, first the man in khaki spoke up. ‘I also vote no.’ He said nothing else, and his face remained neutral.
‘Thank you, Leo,’ Vivienne said. ‘I can al
ways count on you to see sense.’
‘I vote yes.’ Alex said, holding Rita in a meaningful gaze.
‘She’s really that good a fuck, is she?’ Vivienne commented.
‘I also vote yes,’ Aurora said.
‘Rory, dear, if you just need someone new to lick your pussy, you should have told me. I’m not without resources. I could have got you the best, the most expensive, even one with –’
‘Vivienne, that’s enough,’ Edward interrupted. ‘I don’t see how your running commentary is relevant to this vote.’ In his voice, there was no post-coital fondness toward the woman who had just sucked his cock.
Vivienne only shrugged. ‘Lorelei, what about you? How do you vote?’
The Emerald Lady held the same look of cool disregard she had on the night Rita had first met her. It came as no surprise when she voted no.
Leopard Man would offer the deciding vote, and Rita was outraged at herself that she cared, that she wanted him to vote yes, in spite of what Vivienne had just put her through, the thought of which still sent aftershocks through her pussy. And that made her even angrier.
For a long moment Leopard Man held her in his brown sugar gaze until she felt a blush crawl up her breasts and over her throat. Everyone in the room shifted uncomfortably.
‘Well? Morgan? I’ve got more important things to attend to.’ Vivienne scolded. ‘Do you mind hurrying it up.’
The lovely mocha face broke into a pussy-creaming smile, which was completely reserved for Rita. ‘I vote definitely.’ There was no denying the American accent.
The sexy smile was counteracted by Vivienne’s glare that would have wilted thistle. ‘So, we have an initiate. I can’t say I’m pleased, but then I’m not surprised. This is what happens when I let Edward go slumming.’ She stood and Edward stood next to her. He took her hand and escorted her to stand in front of Rita.
God, Rita wished he’d lose the damn mask. She wanted to at least have the chance to read the emotions on his face. But the bitch had taken even that away from her.
Vivienne stepped closer and pushed a loose strand of hair away from Rita’s face. ‘Did you enjoy your orgasm, darling? I certainly hope so because it’s the last one you’ll be having for a while.’ She snapped her fingers, and two men dressed like medieval dungeon guards appeared from the wings carrying a black velvet box, which one held and the other opened before Vivienne.
‘I have a little gift for you, Rita. Something to keep your sluttiness under control until I think you’re a little less skittish and a little more docile. Aurora,’ she turned her attention to the enforcer, ‘this is your domain. Would you do the honours?’
Aurora joined them in front of Rita, and from the box she took a black leather chastity belt. Rita felt a chill run down her spine. The unforgiving edges of the metal crotch glinted in the light as Aurora held it up for inspection.
Vivienne watched happily. ‘This was especially designed for you, Rita. Aurora’s explorations of your cunt combined with her photographic memory and access to the best chastity belt-maker in Europe, means that it will fit you and only you.’
The urge to run would have overwhelmed her if Rita hadn’t been trembling so hard that even standing was a struggle.
One of the dungeon guards produced a warm wash cloth that smelled of fresh herbs and handed it to Edward, who knelt in front of her and gently cleaned her pussy. To her horror, she found herself crying. Aurora placed an arm around her for support. Once Edward was finished cleaning her, he carefully fitted the thick belt around her waist, and she fought back panic as its confining grip closed in on her. Then he knelt again and pulled the strap between her legs tightening it until the metal plate pressed against her labia making penetration of even a finger impossible.
‘Don’t forget this.’ Vivienne handed him a secondary metal plate.
‘Is that really necessary, Vivienne?’ He growled. ‘She’s done everything you’ve demanded of her and more. Do you really think she’ll cheat?’
‘She has powerful urges, Edward. You above all people should know that. Now put it on.’
‘I’m sorry, Rita,’ he half whispered, as he knelt once again in front of her and reached between her legs.
She hated that she couldn’t be seriously angry without tears. But anger wasn’t all she felt, not nearly all. As she stood in front of the High Council, with Edward attaching the metal plate, all she really wanted was to be left alone.
Once the secondary plate was attached, Edward stood and handed her the key.
‘You can remove the belt whenever you want,’ Vivienne said. ‘The key is in your keeping. But once you’ve removed it, it’s been designed so it can’t be put back on. That will be an indication that you’re not a worthy candidate.’
‘You’ll wear the chastity belt until I decide you can take it off. That’s the first part of your initiation. Perhaps you think membership into The Mount is one giant orgy, but I can assure you, girl, sex is nothing without control, without discipline, without trust. And when I’m convinced you can control yourself, then you’ll be ready for the next level.’
‘Oh, and don’t think I’m stupid, Rita. I know why you’re here.’ Vivienne shot Edward an acid glance. ‘And that’s why I think you’re unfit to be an initiate. Your motives are too personal, and that’s why you’ll fail.’ She heaved a sigh. ‘Nonetheless, I’ve been outvoted, so we’ll continue with this farce.
‘Since I know your motives, it’s my duty to keep temptation from you. The best way I know to do that is to set certain ground rules. First of all, you are not to see Edward’s face until you’ve completed your initiation and are accepted as a full-fledged member of The Mount.’
Rita felt herself reeling. Suddenly there were wings hammering in her ears.
Vivienne continued. ‘Secondly, you are not to have intercourse with Edward again until you’ve successfully completed your initiation.’ She raised her hand before Rita could protest. ‘Oh don’t worry, darling, once I’ve removed the chastity belt, we’ll make sure your little pussy is well satisfied during the interim. Believe me; you won’t have time to miss Edward.’
The chastity belt bit into the tops of her inner thighs and the heavy leather of the waist band cut off all possibility of a truly deep breath. She felt claustrophobic in a way she would have never dreamed possible.
Even a claustrophobic week or two in the chastity belt she would have been willing to endure, but the whole point of going through all this was to be with Edward. She thought he wanted to be with her. Or did he? After all, he had just had a good come in the mouth of the most beautiful woman Rita had ever seen while he watched her play the slut in front of the whole High Council. Perhaps he just saw her as another diversion for the rich and bored. Her stomach felt like stone, and her eyes stung. God, she wanted out of this place, and fast.
‘Oh, and one more thing, dear,’ Vivienne said. ‘The chastity belt is your little secret. If anyone finds out for any reason, and believe me, if they do, we’ll know. Game’s over, and your initiation is nullified.’
Vivienne snapped her fingers and the dungeon guards left. It was Edward who knelt to help her into her trainer bottoms, then he slipped the vest over her head, dressing her as though she were a helpless child, and indeed that was how she felt. As he leaned forward to zip her hoodie, he whispered very softly against her ear. ‘You were magnificent. I’m so proud of you.’ He cupped her face in his hand and thumbed away the tears. ‘I’ll text you as soon as I can.’
Once again Vivienne snapped her fingers and Aurora escorted Rita back up the stairs without a word and out behind The Mount to a limo waiting to take her back home. There she still had a proposal to finish for tomorrow’s meeting, all to be made more complicated by the biting and binding of the damned chastity belt.
Chapter Five
‘That’s it?’ The corner of Owen Frank’s upper lip twitched double-time, which was never a good sign. ‘You want to do a story on an allotment run by homeless people?
Look at the sign on the door, luv.’ He jammed his finger in the general direction of the outer office. ‘It says Talkabout Magazine, not Gardener’s World, not Big Issue.’
He slapped the edge of his desk so hard that his tea mug jumped, threatening to spill the contents. ‘Damn it, Rita, I hired you because your work is edgy, quirky. And so far all you’ve given me is generic.’ He stood and walked behind her, surreptitiously checking out his Majorca-tanned reflection in the plate-glass window. He always looked like he’d just had a date with an airbrush. ‘You’re not in Kansas any more, Dorothy.’ He laid solicitous hands on her shoulders and gave them a knead.
She would have squirmed out of groping range, but the chastity belt pinched when she squirmed, so she sat still. He was used to having his way with women. She’d known that when she took the position, but she had naively believed her work spoke for itself, a belief that had definitely detoured her advancement at Talkabout. ‘Seattle,’ she said.
‘What?’
‘I’m from Seattle, not Kansas.’
‘Whatever. My point is being in London is a big change and it’s enough to make anyone nervous. I know that, really I do. I’m a small town boy myself. But hon, it isn’t going to get any easier. You’ll have to buck up.’
He moved to pace back and forth in front of her, giving her the opportunity to admire his pretty-boy physique. She had to admit his choreography was always flawless. ‘I know you’ve got it in you, Rita. I’ve seen the good stuff you’ve written. You’ve just not written any of it for me. And frankly,’ he turned to face her so she could admire the front-on effect, ‘I’m really struggling to find a good reason to keep you here when I can get anyone to write generic. I want you, really I do. But I have to answer to the owners, don’t I?’ His gaze flitted to her breasts then back to her face so quickly that anyone who was less familiar with the man might have missed the subtext. If she wanted her story in his magazine, she’d have to pony up.