Forcing herself to breathe slowly and deeply she realized that there were holes over her ears, so while she couldn’t see, and her voice would be muffled, she could at least hear what was happening in the room.
“How lovely she looks,” said a man’s voice. “I wish I’d been involved in some of her earlier trials.”
“But you always like to be at the fourth trial,” pointed out Andrew. “You can’t have everything I’m afraid, not even at the Dining Club. Perhaps you’d like to begin Grace’s evening?”
“Yes, I would,” said the unknown man, and Grace tried to remember what his face had looked like in the shadows, then jerked in shock as he blew gently on her breasts. “She reacts quickly,” he said with obvious satisfaction. “Her nipples are extremely responsive. Tonight is going to be very exciting for us all.”
She could feel her nipples hardening, and when he then blew gently on the soft undersides of her arms she jerked again, but this time the result was a sharp flash of pain on the muscles that were being held so tightly by the board and cuffs. A whimper of pain escaped her lips, and she heard the man laugh softly.
For what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, he proceeded to cover her body with his warm, gentle breath, avoiding only the area between her thighs. The contrast between his breath and the cool air in the room was so great that her body overreacted each time, her muscles twitching and jerking.
When he finally stopped, Grace didn’t know if she was glad or sorry. For several minutes she was left alone, and she strained her ears to try and make out what was happening. Suddenly, two pairs of hands started spreading a warming gel all over her body. She thought it was the twins at work, one concentrating on her front and the other her back.
Only after the first couple of minutes did she realize that the warmth was a stimulant of some kind, and her whole body felt as though it was swelling. She wanted desperately to be touched, to feel fingers on her breasts and thighs, and twisted herself slightly in her desperate need to have her throbbing breasts touched again.
“Keep still, Grace!” said David harshly. “Tonight we choose how to pleasure you, and we decide when to let you come.”
The hands stopped moving over her, their work finished, and she was left suspended and alone as the warm glow spread through her. She was breathing heavily, feeling the heat of her breath against the material of the hood, and gradually the hot swollen feeling moved lower. Although no one had touched her there, she felt hot and heavy between her thighs, and could feel her sex lips swelling and opening. She moaned quietly to herself, almost overwhelmed by the desire for a touch of any kind on her throbbing vulva.
“See how needy she is,” said Amber, and Grace could hear the pleasure in the other woman’s voice. “You’d love to have someone stroke the side of your clitoris now, wouldn’t you, Grace? Think how that would feel, and how quickly you’d be able to come. Oh, the bliss of release. Imagine it, how wonderful it would be.”
Tears of frustration fell from Grace’s eyes, trickling down her hooded face, as she bit on her bottom lip to stop herself from responding to Amber’s words, skillfully chosen in an attempt to trigger the forbidden orgasm.
A hand moved inside the hood and fingers stroked her damp cheeks. “She’s crying,” said Amber, satisfaction clear in her voice. “What can we do to stop those tears?”
“She’s done very well,” said Andrew. “Perhaps she should be allowed her first orgasm now. What do you think, David?”
Grace held her breath, waiting for her lover’s reply. “In just a moment,” he said, and within seconds he was standing behind her, his mouth close to her ear. “We’re going to smooth some ordinary lubricant between your thighs now,” he whispered. “Then we’ll slide some tiny love balls inside you and after that, when you feel so full and aroused that you’re almost out of your mind with pleasure, I’ll give you permission to come. Do you understand?”
His words were almost too much for her. She felt little tremors of an impending orgasm sparking deep within her belly, and drew in her breath sharply.
“Answer me,” he ordered her.
“Yes, I understand,” she gasped.
Drawing the tips of his fingers across her painfully hard nipples, which forced another sharp intake of breath from her, he moved away. Immediately she felt the cool lubricant smothering her already damp inner sex lips, fingertips brushing the sides of her clitoris yet still she managed to control herself. Then she felt a man’s hands easing the smooth love balls inside her, before closing her up and then gently rotating the palm of his hand over Grace’s entire vulva.
“Oh no, no!” she protested, feeling her belly heave as her orgasm built, the relentless pressure making her stretched and fastened muscles quiver and shake as her need for release threatened to overwhelm her too soon.
“Just a few more seconds,” murmured David, his fingers moving knowingly up her inner thighs before coming to rest at the base of her belly, his fingers spread upwards over her pubic bone. As he began to increase the pressure there she knew that she was lost.
Every nerve ending in her body was now tingling, the pressure so great that she knew she couldn’t control her response anymore. The tightness drew up into a tight knot below David’s hand, and then, finally, he spoke.
“You may come now,” he said calmly, pressing his fingers hard against the throbbing flesh above her pubic bone. Immediately Grace’s head went back as the so cruelly delayed orgasm tore through her, causing her to twist and turn on the beam in endless spasms of ecstasy. She thought the pleasure would never end, but eventually the last flickers died away until she became limp and still, suddenly aware of the aching in her arms and legs.
“She’s very good,” said Andrew, and to Grace his admiration sounded tinged with disappointment.
“Excellent,” agreed the other man. “She’s quite a find for you, David.”
“She’ll get cold,” said Amber, annoyance clear in her voice. “We need to warm her up quickly.”
Grace’s mind raced as she wondered what was coming next.
“This is the final test, Grace,” said David. “It comes in two parts. First we warm you up and then you sample our Club Sandwich, which you chose earlier.”
Grace, trembling after the intensity of her orgasm, her whole body aching due to being suspended and cuffed for so long, yearned to hear some note of encouragement in his voice, but she couldn’t. In any case, having passed the first part of her test, she was growing in confidence. She’d come so far, learned so much about herself and her sexuality, that failure was no longer a consideration for her.
Lost in her thoughts, she was totally unprepared for the sudden jet of warm water that hit the front of her body. It was moved with great precision over every inch of her, and then another jet hit her back. This time she gave a scream of shock as her body swayed as much as her bonds would allow under the force of the twin sprays. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it all stopped.
For a few seconds there was silence in the room and her body tensed. “We need to make sure you’re quite clean for the final part of this,” said Amber, and now Grace felt soapy bristles moving over her tender breasts.
The brush moved briskly across her aching nipples and round the areola. Grace’s flesh cringed, but there was no escape, and other people quickly joined in, meaning that every centimeter of her was brushed and stimulated.
Gradually, her flesh began to react to the stimulation. Her nipples hardened, her breasts began to ache again, and when someone swirled the brush into her belly button her stomach muscles jumped and tiny tendrils of pleasure began to snake through her.
She heard the sound of soft laughter. “Fantastic,” said the unknown man. “I envy you, David. She’s incredible.”
Hearing him speak again, Grace wondered if he could be the owner of this Club that meant so much to her lover.
“She’ll like this,” said Amy, swirling a brush along the back of Grace’s knees and the back
of her tightly stretched thighs.
Grace did like it, but she was becoming rearoused far too fast, which worried her.
“That will do,” said David after a few more minutes. “Rinse her off now.”
At once all the brushes stopped moving, she heard people moving away from her and then warm water was sprayed over her suspended body once more. She waited tensely for whatever was to happen next, but to her horror heard the door open and close and then there was nothing but silence.
She wanted to call out and ask if anyone was there, but didn’t dare. She had the feeling that if she did then she would have failed the trial. All the same, as the silence continued, the sense of loneliness and terror was so great that tears rolled down her face again. She didn’t think she’d ever been so terrified before.
Suspended, bound, wet and still semi-aroused she was desperate for someone to touch her, or speak her name. She wondered how long they’d stay away, and as her body began to cool down from the warm water all her muscles started to shake. She longed for any kind of human contact, the touch of a hand on her abused flesh, the sound of a voice in the empty room, but there was nothing. She was alone, and all she could do was trust in the man she loved.
For what seemed an eternity she remained there in the dark silence, and she couldn’t suppress a tiny whimper of fear as the sense of abandonment increased. Bereft of human contact she waited, unable to judge how long she’d been alone and battling to stop herself from shouting for help, because she knew that then the trial would end and she would have failed. As the pain from her tortured muscles threatened to become overwhelming she forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply, relaxing her body as much as possible.
Even so, the terror of her situation was overwhelming, and now she understood why no one had ever succeeded in passing this final trial. As she strained her ears, hoping against hope to hear the door open again, the silence was suddenly broken.
“Your time of solitude is up,” said David, his voice seeming to come from a corner of the room. She heard him moving across the floor and, feeling his cool fingers running down the length of her spine, her body jerked and she realized that he must have been in the room, watching and listening to her, the whole time.
Then she heard the door opening and the sound of more voices as everyone returned.
“As you all doubtless saw on the camera, she never called for help,” said David. “Now get her down, and quickly.”
Grace nearly fell to the floor as the two spreader boards were removed and she was finally released from the torture of the beam.
“I’ve got you,” said Andrew, his arms gripping her tightly. “This can come off now too,” said David, removing the hood.
Grace blinked, her eyes trying to adjust to the dim lighting in the room after the total blackness of the hood. The twins were busy working on her aching, chilled body with warm, fluffy towels, their hands lingering between her thighs and round the cleft at the base of her spine.
After all she’d endured she was amazed to find that her whole body soon reacted to their touch, as though the fear she’d endured had heightened her responses, and increased the sexual tension within her.
“And now for the Club Sandwich,” said Amber. “Bring her over to the bed.”
Now Grace saw that a drop-down bed, previously concealed in one of the walls, was ready for use.
“Make yourself comfortable in the middle, Grace, and lie on your side,” said her lover.
Without a word she walked proudly toward the bed, knowing that after all that had happened to her, this was the moment when she could finally prove to both David and herself that they were right for each other. She no longer cared about the other people, the watchers in the shadows; all she cared about was their future.
Naked and still aroused by the brushes she lay on her right side and waited. Andrew was the first to approach the bed, and he lay naked behind her, wrapping his arms round her waist. “You may not enjoy this quite as much,” he whispered quietly in her ear.
She tensed, then saw David approaching the bed. He was already naked too, and visibly aroused. Joining the two of them on the bed he lay in front of her, his hands on her shoulders as he looked deep into her eyes. “I hope you find our club sandwich to your liking,” he said. “Remember though, you can only come when I give you permission.”
Grace nodded, acutely aware of Andrew’s erection nudging against her buttocks while his hands fondled her hips and thighs.
Now David began to caress her breasts, first with his hands and then with his tongue. His erection pressed against the base of her stomach, and she could feel tiny beads of moisture from the tip against her hot flesh.
The two men worked smoothly together, their hands and mouths arousing and stimulating her until she was trembling with excitement, her hips twitching as her need to climax increased.
Then, lost in the sensations David was arousing in her, she was suddenly aware of Andrew inserting something between the cheeks of her bottom, and then her rectum was flooded with a lubricating gel, clearly intended to ease the way for him to enter her there.
Only then did the full realization of what was happening hit home. She was going to be filled by two men, one her lover and the other a man who had wanted her to be his. Both of them were sensuous sexual libertines and together they would bring her to her final peak of ecstasy at the Dining Club.
As Andrew began to push his way into her she tensed. He felt too big, and was moving too quickly. A shaft of pain shot through her, and suddenly she was afraid, but David’s hands were gentle on her waist and he held her steady, while his tongue teased each of her nipples in turn until they were fully erect.
At the exact moment that Andrew entered her fully from behind, David closed his teeth over her left nipple and bit on it. She gave an instinctive cry of pain, but almost immediately the pain turned to a dark pleasure, as it had in his flat the first time he’d done it to her.
His timing meant that she began to writhe with pleasure, forcing Andrew to hold her still, and now she realized that he was fully inside her and the full feeling was becoming pleasurable.
“My turn I think,” said David, his voice thick with desire, and finally he thrust urgently into her, rotating his hips so that her G-spot was stimulated and her internal muscles tightened around him and around both men.
Hearing them breathing heavily as they controlled themselves in order to test her to the limit, she felt her own pleasure rising and rising. With a huge effort she subdued it and instead tightened all her internal muscles around them again. She heard Andrew give a low moan, and then he was spilling himself inside her, his body shuddering violently.
With her own orgasm perilously close now, Grace looked into David’s eyes and saw a mixture of pride and love in them that she’d never seen before. “You can come now, Gracie,” he whispered, and they climaxed together, their bodies shuddering in mutual ecstasy.
Exhausted, Grace remained on the bed as the others left. Amber slammed the door shut behind her, leaving the two of them alone together.
“Congratulations, my darling, you’ve succeeded!” said David, pulling her against his chest. “I knew you could do it. You were magnificent.”
She cuddled against him, loving the warmth and strength of his body. “I did it for us, but I enjoyed it,” she admitted. “I’ve never felt so alive before. In a way, I feel sad too, because now it’s over. I’m going to miss the Dining Club.”
“It may not be over, it’s up to you,” he said softly. “After your display tonight, you’ve definitely earned the right to be told the whole truth about the Club, and the secret of table five. Let’s go to our rooms, and after you’ve rested I’ll explain what I mean.”
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Surrender
Part Eight of The Dining Club
About the Author
Marina Anderson is the pseudonym of a British author. Her novels have sold over half a million copies worldwide and she is a Sunday T
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