by K D Grace
Edward nodded his approval, looking as neutral as ever from beneath the mask. He sat down in a chair close to the bed and unbuttoned his jacket.
For a few moments he simply watched while Alex reacquainted himself with Rita’s mouth, each kiss deeper and more demanding than the one before, awakening her more fully to her hunger and to the delicious fact that Edward was watching. Once again, she was performing for him. No matter how angry that made her, it was still irresistibly arousing.
‘Take off her bra, Alex. I want to see her breasts,’ Edward said.
With his mouth still deliciously engaged in the tongue dance, Alex slid his hands around her, deftly unhooked her bra, then slipped the straps off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. She thought she heard a duet of sighs as her breasts were suddenly freed, nipples pointing insistently for their share of attention.
‘That’s good, that’s perfect,’ Edward whispered. ‘Now touch them, Alex. You’ve never felt breasts so exquisite. And her nipples are so responsive. Pinch them. That’s right. See how her areolae mound and pucker, how her nipples swell and get so big. Oh God, so big.’
It was touching, and yet disconcerting just how well Edward knew her body, so well that he could tell someone else what she liked and how she would respond. They’d not been together that often, and much of that time had been in total darkness.
‘Take off your shirt,’ Edward commanded.
Alex obeyed.
‘That’s good. Now feel the way her breasts press against your chest. Incredible, isn’t it?’
Alex groaned his pleasure, and rocked his hips against her naked pubis.
‘You’re hard, aren’t you?’ Edward said. ‘Of course you are. How could you not be? Rita, stroke his cock through his trousers. Pretend it’s my cock you’re about to undress.’
Alex caught his breath in a gasp as she gave him a hard stroke she knew was almost painful. She had to remind herself, Alex wasn’t Edward. He didn’t deserve her anger. As she eased her stroking, Alex grabbed her wrist and held her tightly against him. ‘It’s all right if you want to hurt me. I know you’re angry. You have a right to be. I promise I can take it,’ he whispered.
She shot Edward a quick glance where he sat unmoving, distant, untouchable behind his golden mask. If he was aroused, he wasn’t showing it, and that made her even more angry. The concoction of feelings erupted like a volcano, and she was suddenly tearing and ripping at Alex’s trousers, growling like an angry panther. ‘Get them off, Get out of them now.’ She shoved him onto the bed and clambered on top of him just as he kicked the trousers and boxers off. ‘Put your cock in me. Fuck me. I’m tired of this bullshit. I’m tired of waiting.’ She settled onto his cock with a hard shove, so hard that she forced the breath from his lungs, and he grabbed her hips for self-preservation. ‘Once again, I’m the entertainment, Edward. Seems like I’m always just the entertainment.’
‘Rita, stop it!’ Alex bundled her to him, still fully impaled, and rolled with her until she was underneath him, spread-eagled on the bed with her wrists pinned over her head. ‘You’re talking about things you don’t understand, now leave it.’ He ground into her hard returning a bit of her anger, and she took it willingly. She wrapped her legs around him and matched him thrust for thrust, until she was holding her breath, bordering on orgasm.
‘Bring her here,’ Edward voice sounded strangled and tight amid the chorus of grunts and moans.
With Rita still wrapped around him like a straitjacket and his cock buried to the hilt, Alex lifted her, hands under her bottom for support, and brought her before Edward, who stood and moved to sandwich her between the two men. Still fully clothed, he caressed her breasts, then traced the cleft between her buttocks, lingering to fondle her anus, his finger sinking into her tight pucker each time she thrust back. His mouth found the sensitive place along the back of her neck. Kisses became nibbles, and nibbles became bites until she thrust and bucked and squirmed in a wild frenzy, feeling like her pussy and back hole would burst into flame.
‘That’s it, Rita, pretend it’s me, pretend your initiation is over and you can use me any way you see fit. I think about that all the time. Just imagine,’ Edward whispered against her ear, shoving his middle finger fully into her anus, biting and nibbling between words. ‘I’ll be yours wholly and unreservedly.’
She came, howling and raging. Edward stepped back quickly and practically fell into the chair with a harsh grunt. Alex dropped her onto the bed with a hard bounce and pulled out just in time to turn and send a viscous arch of ejaculate into the air to land at Edward’s feet. Then he dropped to both knees on the hard wood floor gasping for breath.
For a long moment, the room was silent except for their joint struggles for breath. When the world came back into focus, Edward still sat stiffly on the chair and Alex still knelt in front of him as though he were offering fealty to his king.
At last, Edward spoke. His voice once again neutral. ‘Get dressed, Alex. Take her home. Make sure she’s OK.’
Then, just like that, he stood and left the room as though he were sleepwalking. Rita felt the burn of the anger in her stomach rekindle as she struggled back into her clothes, more determined than ever to see this bloody initiation through and get her story, though she couldn’t help wondering who would actually believe her.
A tiny Asian woman, dressed only in a string of pearls and an enormous strap-on opened the door and ushered Edward into Vivienne’s suite. She led him down the hall to the grey marble bathroom.
‘I assume you’ve been comforting your little darling?’ Vivienne sat naked on the edge of the giant marble tub, which he had often shared with her. Her legs trailed in a froth of scented bubbles. Kneeling in the tub between her thighs was an equally naked Lorelei, carefully shaving Vivienne’s pussy. The Asian woman sat down on the edge of the tub and watched the intimate ritual while stroking her strap-on.
‘You removed her chastity belt, did you? Never mind. Of course you did. You’re such a spoilsport.’ Vivienne opened her legs further while Lorelei painted thick soap from a lilac porcelain cup onto her mound and over the tops of her thighs next to the pillowed swell of her vulva. She squirmed and wriggled, adjusting her bottom until he could see the whole of her gash along with an occasional glimpse of her anus. Then she ground herself against the marble and moaned softly, pressing forward to meet the razor as Lorelei delicately scraped the blade along the edge of her thigh, holding the pouting folds of her labia first to one side then the other with perfect precision.
Vivienne loved to have her pussy shaved. Edward had done it for her often enough, and then he had fucked her until neither of them could walk straight the next morning. It was a pretty safe bet that wasn’t going to happen tonight.
She curled her fingers in Lorelei’s hair, then absently reached to stroke her own heavy breasts. The Asian woman trailed her hand in the water, then sat forward to finger her anus with the wet hand while stroking the strap-on more enthusiastically.
‘I’ll see that Alex and Rory are duly punished for helping you out.’ She shifted and Lorelei inserted two fingers into her pussy, while carefully drawing the razor over the taut mound of Vivienne’s pubis, then she laid down the razor and leaned forward placing a lingering kiss on the newly shaven skin. Edward knew how smooth it was, how soft to the touch. With her fingers still in Vivienne’s cunt, Lorelei produced a thick terry wash cloth and slowly, as though the act were deeply fascinating, washed away the remaining soap and examined her work.
‘You can’t punish them for enforcing the rules. Rules that you made, then broke.’ He tried not to watch what was going on too closely. It would do him no good to get worked up.
‘Party poopers.’ She bent and gave Lorelei a long lingering kiss, then sat back and opened her legs wide, wriggling her bottom until the her pout was within easy reach of her bather. Lorelei lowered her mouth to suckle each of Vivienne’s swollen lips in turn, slurping and licking as though she were having her favourite desse
rt.
‘You involved an outsider, Vivienne. Do you know how dangerous that is? How stupid?’
‘Stupid?’ She grunted and bore down against Lorelei’s mouth. ‘I doubt if the man has ever had as much fun, and all at The Mount. How he’ll brag to his friends and superiors.’ She curled her fingers in Lorelei’s hair again and pulled her closer. ‘I’m sure Rory gave him the ride of a lifetime. It’s a win-win situation.’ With a flick of her wrist, she motioned the Asian in and as if on cue, Lorelei lifted her arse out of the water so the strap-on could slide easily into her soapy cunt.
He could tell by the tension in Vivienne’s thighs and stomach and by the way her areolae rose like they were caressing her engorged nipples that she was about to come. The woman could come endlessly, and with a sense of resignation brought on by the painful tug in his crotch, he figured that was exactly what she planned to do. It was going to be a very long night.
With a little whimper and a gasp, Vivienne orgasmed, and rewarded Lorelei with a kiss before she motioned the Asian woman to her and began to stroke the strap-on while Lorelei moved to the rear to examine the woman’s pout and finger her sensitive anus, already gripping and relaxing from her auto-stimulation.
Vivienne took the strap-on into her mouth and began to deep-throat it. Then as though she had suddenly remembered he was still there, she pulled away and looked up at him. ‘Of course you’re right, darling. Rory and Alex were just doing their job, but,’ she heaved a deep-chested sigh and turned her back to him, bending over and opening her pussy for the strap on, ‘you I can punish, and I will. You’re off to bed without any pussy.’
By bed, she meant her bed, a place to which the party was more than likely to migrate relatively soon. A place where he would have to ignore the fact that everyone was coming but him. They would all make certain he was very aware of that fact.
He left the room with some relief, though not much. If he had not gone to Rita’s rescue tonight, he would have been the one rewarded with Vivienne’s full attention. That was something that he craved much less since he met Rita Holly, and, though he tried to hide it, Vivienne was not easily fooled.
Stiffly, he slipped out of his clothes to the wet sounds of pleasure coming from the next room. He tried to ignore his reflection in the mirrored walls, not an easy task since Vivienne loved to watch herself, whether she was fucking or not. As he eased his boxers down over his hips, the metal of his chastity belt flashed in the soft lamp light and reflected in the mirror.
He ran his hand over the tight weave of metal that caged his aching penis. It had been a long time since his punishments had involved the wearing of the blasted thing. And he wouldn’t have had to now if he’d been able to hide his desire for Rita a little better. Vivienne didn’t care who he fucked. It had never mattered until now. But then he had never been so bold as to bring a lover to The Mount, as to want that lover to be a part of more than just one night of his life. He stroked the metal again. Yes, he would pay dearly. Vivienne would make sure of it. But he hoped that if he took his punishment and kept his head low for a while, she would let him off the leash.
Carefully, he sat back against the head board and folded his legs into a full lotus position. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing to do in a chastity belt, but necessary, nonetheless, as he prepared himself for the meditation he used when he had to sublimate his desire, when he knew there would be no release. As he settled into position and tried to breathe deeply, his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he remembered how Rita had fought to keep him from cutting her chastity belt off, how she had refused to give in because she was determined to successfully complete her initiation. And if she did … He dared not hope what that might mean for either of them.
‘Oh God, oh God, I’m coming,’ Lorelei shouted from the bathroom over a wave of giggles and groans.
It was definitely going to be a long night. But if Rita could endure, so could he. They would endure together, and that thought eased his discomfort considerably.
Chapter Eight
‘I still think he’s married.’
‘What?’ Rita looked up at Kate, forgetting the chunk of bread in her hand and the swans and Canada geese pressing in all around. The two had decided to enjoy a spring walk through St James’s Park and get a little sun while there was some to get.
‘Edward. I think he’s married. I mean look how secretive it all is. He sends a limo and whisks you off to The Mount. Then you’re back the next day as moody as a bear, and you won’t tell me anything.’ Kate raised her hand. ‘Don’t get me wrong. I’m not being judgmental or anything. I just don’t want you to get hurt.’
Rita pulled her jacket around her against a sharp spring breeze and continued feeding the geese. She wished she could tell her friend everything. She really could use someone to talk to. ‘He says he’s not. Married, I mean.’
‘Yeah well blokes will say anything to get shagged, won’t they?’
If only it were that simple. Since Alex had returned her to her flat after the Owen incident, she’d not heard from Edward. Owen was strutting around the office bragging about his night at The Mount, so she assumed Aurora had convinced him he’d had a wonderful time. Trying to imagine Owen and Aurora together served to remind her just how indebted she was to the woman.
No one from The Mount had made any effort to explain what had happened, and she knew no more now than she did when she was in the thick of it. Anger and frustration drove her research, but so far, every angle she had tried was a dead end. As an initiate, she was no better off than anyone else in London. She had to wait to be invited, and since Vivienne had drugged Owen there had been no invites. Perhaps it didn’t matter that Vivienne had broken the rules. Perhaps Vivienne was as good as her word, and when Edward had removed Rita’s chastity belt, the initiation was over. If that were true, she would at least like to know.
She dusted the bread crumbs from her jacket and walked on. ‘You said you found some interesting things about The Mount?’
‘Possibly. I’ve been researching Victorian England, mostly the sexual mores of the time. You know, for the novel.’ Before Rita could respond, she continued. ‘I know, I know, I’ve been researching the novel for ages, but your secret encounters at The Mount inspired me.’
The novel was just a hobby. Kate made a decent, and happy, living tutoring rich foreign students in English and freelancing for trade journals.
‘What does any of that have to do with The Mount?’ Rita asked.
‘Secret societies.’
‘What?’
‘You know, there’s a secret society for everything, the Masons, the Knights Templar. I figured if it worked for Dan Brown it might work for me too. Anyway, I started researching, and I came across this, well it appears to be a secret sex cult. Mind you, it’s Victorian, but I get the feeling it might be even older. I know it sounds insane, but the coincidences are amazing.’
The butterflies in Rita’s stomach were doing the tango. If she’d had to describe her experience at The Mount so far, based on what was nearly a total lack of knowledge, a secret sex cult would sum it up pretty well. ‘Why do you think it has anything to do with The Mount?’
Kate shrugged and turned her face to the sun. ‘I don’t know, probably just read too many wild rumours in the gossip rags, you know about all the shagging and sex rituals that supposedly go on there. Still, it’s an interesting premise, don’t you think? Wouldn’t that be something if there was a lot more to The Mount than just a trendy hang-out for the rich and secretive?’
‘Yeah. That would be something all right. I’d like to read what you found. I mean since I’ve been there and all, it’s sort of interesting to me.’
Kate shivered and pulled her jacket tighter. ‘Come on, I’m freezing. Let’s have a cuppa and warm up. Liz is off to Russia, so I have the place to myself.’ Kate’s flat mate was an airy-fairy massage therapist who believed she was a Siberian shaman in a previous incarnation.
When they arrived, Kate made tea
and booted up her laptop on the coffee table. The two looked on side by side, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch.
‘You’ve got to be kidding,’ Rita said, as Kate pulled up a vintage erotica site.
‘No, seriously. Look at this.’ With a few key strokes they found themselves looking at erotic pen and ink drawings from the early Victorian age, drawings detailed enough to make Rita’s pussy clench, and to make her blush at sharing such intimacy with her best friend. She scooted closer and squinted at the screen. ‘Are they all from Greek mythology?’
‘Some.’ Kate replied. ‘Some are modern, well as modern as Victorian stuff can be. Didn’t you say you know Latin?’
‘I can stumble through, yes. Why?’
‘Well, look at this.’ A few more key strokes and they were viewing elegant copperplate script beneath a drawing in which Mars, with his armour strewn haphazardly around him, was about to sink a very impressive erection into Venus’s exposed vulva. The script was small and smudged, but Rita could still catch the gist, and it made her pulse race in her throat. ‘It says something like; Sex is the depth of our animal nature and the highest mount of our divinity. It is our inheritance, our birthright’ She squinted closer. ‘Something about joy, sorrow and magic. It is the life force we carry within us and pass on. It is a force too powerful to be regulated by rulers or governments, or religious institutions’ The last words were smudged and cramped, but Rita stumbled on with the help of a magnifying glass. ‘We proclaim this in secret and practise it amongst ourselves. But we look to the day when we may share it with the world.’
Kate was practically on top of her. ‘I was right then, that is what it says. The highest mount of our divinity, The Mount, get it?’