He stared at her with malicious glee.
‘But you’re desperate for it.’
Robyn didn’t bother to deny the accusation. ‘That doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck over my marriage because you want it. I’ve said no and I meant it. You know my reasons and you should respect them.’
He drew a deep breath and she tried to decide if he was angry or excited. He stared at her with such peculiar intensity she felt threatened. It was annoying to realise that even that emotion wasn’t without sexual connotations.
‘I think your reasons are stupid,’ he said eventually. ‘I want you and you want me. Stuff what Harold has to say.’
‘It’s not that easy.’
He sniffed, obviously dismissing her objections. Stepping closer he reached for her breasts and stroked them through the half-open blouse. His fingers slid smoothly against the cotton fabric, stimulating the flesh beneath with a demanding caress.
‘It’s as easy as you want it to be.’
Robyn drew a startled breath. She was suddenly unable to move away from him. Her need to experience his touch held her where she stood. She studied him, hating him and yet desperately wanting him.
‘If Harold knew you were doing this, he’d demand a divorce,’ she said quietly. ‘But I believe I can keep this much from him. If I did anything more, he’d find out. And that would be the end of my marriage.’
Dominic shook his head and stepped closer.
‘I have the answer to your problems,’ he said confidently. He lowered his head and kissed her lips softly. ‘I’ll tell Harold you were the perfect host, and that your behaviour was chaste, if not virginal.’
‘And when Harold asks me?’
He shrugged. ‘You lie?’
Dominic was an idiot, Robyn decided. He hadn’t heard a word she had said about Harold’s ability to intuit the truth. She supposed he hadn’t been listening because his thoughts were fixed on finding ways to get her into bed. Annoyed, she tried to turn away.
Dominic wrapped his arms around her and held Robyn in a forceful embrace. ‘I want you, Robyn,’ he said passionately. ‘I want you, and I’m going to have you.’
She tried to struggle away from him but his grip was unrelenting.
‘You’ve told me the situation that exists between you and your husband, and I appreciate you’re not in a good place. But I have needs of my own, and you’re going to satisfy them.’
She started to shiver, terrified and excited by his demanding manner.
‘I know that you’re struggling to resist temptation. But I think I should tell you what I have in mind before you pull away from me again.’
Robyn glared at him, her expression a mixture of anger and distaste.
‘Go to bed with me now,’ he demanded.
‘No.’
She tried to break free but his hold on her was strong.
‘Take me to bed now, and Harold won’t hear a word of it from me.’ The malevolent light returned to his eye as he grinned down at her. ‘But if you turn me away, I’ll make up such fantastic stories for him he’ll think you’ve been mainlining Viagra.’
Robyn gasped as though she had been slapped. ‘You bastard!’
He grinned, unruffled by her anger. ‘Let’s face it, Robyn.’ His words were coloured by fake sympathy. ‘You’re fucked whatever happens. If you sin like the devil, you lose. And if you remain pure for your husband, you still lose. At least with my way you get to release some of that frustration that’s building between your legs.’
To illustrate where he meant, he pushed his fingers beneath her skirt and brushed his knuckles along her gusset.
Robyn drew shocked breath, startled by the pleasure his caress excited. She trembled and her arms shook as she pulled herself free from his grip.
‘You can’t be serious,’ she hissed. ‘This is blackmail.’
He held her again, pressing his mouth over hers and kissing deeply. ‘I am serious.’ Lifting her by her arms, he hurled her onto the bed and stood over her. His robe had come open again. The threatening length of his cock moved towards her as he climbed onto the bed.
‘This is rape.’
He gave a dour laugh. ‘Rape is when a woman doesn’t want it. In spite of your protests, we both know you’re begging for this.’
Robyn wished she could call him a liar but she knew there was some truth in what he said. She glared miserably at him as he climbed on top of her. She was still wearing her blouse and skirt but she doubted that would spoil Dominic’s plans. He was resolute and she knew he was going to have her one way or another. She tried to condition herself to that thought and enjoy the intimacy.
But a small voice at the back of her mind insisted there was still a chance to save her marriage and she tried to heed its words of warning.
‘Please don’t make me do this,’ she begged.
He shook his head. A sullen smile creased his lips. ‘You can suck me first. You do that really well. Then I can try out that black condom I’ve been so desperate to use.’
She watched him move further up her body. The length of his thick cock hovered in front of her face, the head towards her mouth. She shifted her head from side to side, but he managed to push it into her face each time. The pearl of pre-come that covered his glans drew itself slickly against her lips and cheek.
Robyn moaned, begging him to stop. She reached up to try and take hold of his shaft, hoping to guide him away from her. The scent of his excitement fuelled the glowing embers of her arousal, making it difficult not to want him. But she told herself she had to resist.
‘Suck it,’ he encouraged. ‘You know you want to.’
And he was right. She wanted to take his cock into her mouth more than anything else. After she had sucked it, she would have been elated to feel his sheathed length penetrate her pussy or slide into her arsehole. The idea left her nerve-endings singing with passionate longing.
‘Suck it,’ he insisted. ‘Or I’ll tell Harold you did it for me on the doorstep.’
‘Bastard,’ she gasped.
He nodded. ‘Suck it, or I’ll tell Harold that I came in here and caught you fucking Yale and one of his models. Which do you want, Robyn? Do you want to suck it and enjoy yourself? Or do you want to spend the night frustrated and then suffer Harold’s wrath after I’ve had a chance to talk with him?’
Robyn opened her mouth and moved her head towards the tip of Dominic’s length. She pushed her tongue forward, determined to taste the glistening purple dome. Her fingers had encircled his shaft and she had pulled his foreskin back so that the length stood proudly before her.
‘You’re a despicable blackmailing bastard, Dominic,’ she growled. She spoke to his cock rather than to his face. ‘And if I ever get the chance for revenge after this, I’ll take it.’
‘But you want to,’ he reminded her.
She held her tongue near to the head of his cock, then hesitated.
‘I want it,’ she agreed. ‘But you want it a fucking sight more. And you’re the one putting me under pressure.’ The words spoken, she moved her mouth back to his cock.
‘Bitch,’ he growled, pulling away from her. ‘Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.’
His anger reminded her of her own furious outburst when she had worked out Harold’s Machiavellian plans. She stared at Dominic, startled and a little bewildered by his sudden display of anger. She watched as he climbed off the bed, wrapping the robe around himself and hiding his erection from her sight. He had started towards the bedroom door before she thought to shout after him.
‘What are you doing now? Where the hell are you going?’
He glared at her from the doorway.
‘I’m going back to my bedroom for a wank.’ He spat the words through gritted teeth. ‘I want you. And you want me. But you make me feel like a fucking rapist.’
‘You’re not that far removed from one,’ she snapped. A pulse throbbed between her legs, reminding her how desperately he had excited her. ‘You threatened me with some pretty
serious consequences if I didn’t do as you demanded. Now you’re complaining because I don’t go out of my way to make you feel good about that?’
‘Then I’ll leave,’ he said, turning to the doorway. ‘And don’t worry about my talking to Harold. I won’t say a word to him.’
She groaned heavily as the door closed behind Dominic. The heat of her arousal burnt and she fervently wished there was a way of satisfying the need. Her own fingers were painfully inadequate for the task. What her body desperately craved was the one thing Harold had forbidden her.
She supposed she had been lucky that Dominic finally decided to act like a gentleman, even if his threats of blackmail had been reprehensible in the first place. Once again she had had a narrow brush with infidelity and escaped. She tried to take solace from that thought, regardless of her body’s truculent depression.
Miserably, she sat up on the bed and tried to clear her thoughts. Her mouth felt dry after the close brush with Dominic and she needed a drink of water to help calm her down. Being honest with herself, she thought she probably needed something far stronger than water, but she felt sure alcohol would cloud her judgement and she needed full control of her faculties in the sexually fraught atmosphere of Holbert Manor.
Straightening her clothes, she went to the bedroom door and reached for the handle. As soon as she stepped onto the landing, she was aware of something different. She felt a presence close to her before she saw the person, then she realised there was more than one of them.
Amelia’s voice, commanding and excited, screamed shrilly in her ear.
‘Quickly, now. Grab the bitch.’
Before Robyn could protest hands grabbed at her body, arms and legs. There was no room for escape. Her kidnappers held her tight. A wave of panic swept over Robyn and she wondered why they were holding her and where they were going to take her. As she was pulled towards Yale’s makeshift studio she saw the answer to one of her questions and struggled harder. A groan fell from her lips and she shook her head in protest.
Not again, she thought unhappily. How much more torment do I have to endure before I end up defying Harold’s instructions?
As her captors dragged her into the room, she doubted she would be given the opportunity to refuse this time. The thought made her ill with dread and disappointment.
In the bright light of Yale’s studio, she saw that the bed had been shifted to an unusual position. Someone had obviously been using it as a step so that they could attach chains and manacles to the centre beam that ran across the ceiling. Staring at the threatening clasps, Robyn felt a nervous blade pierce her stomach. She tried to back away but her captors held her tight and she knew escape was not an option.
‘Stop struggling,’ Amelia insisted. ‘We only want you for a painting.’
The malicious laughter in Amelia’s voice told Robyn the woman wanted her for a lot more than a mere painting. She moaned with despair and tried to resist as they led her to the dangling manacles.
If not for her mounting panic, Robyn would have seen it was a futile struggle.
Chapter Nine
Robyn held tight onto the chains, cursing and swearing angrily.
‘It’ll only take an hour,’ Yale assured her. ‘Two at the most.’
Robyn pulled harder at the chains but there was no give in them. She was held with her arms apart over her head, the wrists punished by merciless steel manacles. Her ankles were in the grip of a similar contraption, the attached chains spreading her legs wide open. Bernice and Christian had already stripped her of her clothes and she was presented to the room naked. She felt excruciatingly vulnerable and tried to hide the emotion behind a mask of rage, but she suspected everyone could see this reaction was a façade as clearly as they could see her bare breasts and exposed pussy lips.
‘I don’t want to do this.’ Robyn spat the words from between clenched teeth. ‘I’m uncomfortable. I’m unhappy. And you have no right to tie me up and hang me naked.’
Yale ignored her protests. He smiled glibly. ‘Three hours at the top.’
As though that vague assurance would be sufficient he went back to his easel and stripped his shirt off. He took a moment to inhale deeply, looking like a man clearing his mind of all distractions. His chest expanded and the well-honed muscles rippled. His biceps tensed, adding to the brawny girth of his physique. He reached for his brush and began to paint.
Robyn watched him, wishing she didn’t find the sight of his near nudity arousing. It was both frightening and irritating to find herself a kidnap victim, naked and manacled in front of four comparative strangers. It was even more unnerving to find herself enjoying the experience.
Amelia summoned Christian and Bernice with a nod of her head. Robyn watched as the pair rushed to do her bidding.
They acted as though they had already been instructed as to what would be expected from them. She strongly suspected the woman had given them their orders before she set up the kidnapping and her dislike for Amelia grew steadily stronger and more intense.
‘What are they doing?’ Yale asked.
Robyn didn’t think he had actually seen the couple move. His attention seemed devoted to the blank canvas beneath his paintbrush. But he was obviously aware of everything happening around him.
‘I thought they could help,’ Amelia said. She stared at Robyn as she talked to Yale. ‘You said she was a torment of unfulfilled needs and unsatisfied repression. I thought they could help to bring that out for your picture.’
He put his paintbrush down and stared at her with a broad smile on his lips. ‘How would I manage without you?’
Amelia beamed.
‘It’s no wonder I love you so deeply, is it?’
Robyn could see a flicker of hope in Amelia’s eye and wondered if Yale knew how much those three words meant to the ruthless dominatrix at his side. Watching him turn back to his canvas and reach for his brush, she doubted he realised at all.
Remembering the way he had noticed Bernice and Christian without looking, she supposed that there was always hope for Amelia. The thought would have been more comforting if it could have unfastened her wrists, she decided. But she took a small measure of solace from the fact that her kidnappers had human wants, needs, desires and emotions. It was just a shame that they thought it acceptable to keep her naked and chained against her wishes.
‘How are they going to be helping?’ Yale asked. He was staring at the canvas while his brush darted to and fro.
Amelia kept her gaze fixed on Robyn. ‘They’ll torment her desires.’
Robyn braced herself tightly against the chains. She despised the sound of Amelia’s soft laughter. Bernice and Christian had moved close to her. They were both naked and seemingly untroubled by having to work in the nude. Robyn kept her gaze fixed on Christian, aware that his long cock was hard and thrusting towards her. She didn’t know what he intended doing to her but she was willing to struggle if he came too close.
With her gaze fixed on the man, she didn’t notice Bernice move next to her.
The woman caressed her bare breast with delicate fingers. Her feather-like touch inspired a shiver of excitement. Robyn’s entire breast was suddenly alive with a need for more than that gentle caress. She tried to ignore the arousal and turned to face Bernice with an angry scowl.
The woman was oblivious to her antipathy. Lowering her head, Bernice placed her mouth over Robyn’s breast and sucked the nipple.
It was an infuriating sensation. Robyn’s body responded to the subtle stimulus of the woman’s teasing. She had spent the last forty-eight hours in a state of piqued arousal. Now that she had to endure someone’s intimate attention her body rejoiced even while her mind rebelled. The intensity of Bernice’s warm kisses left Robyn hot and panting.
‘Take me down from here and stop doing this to me,’ Robyn hissed.
Her voice was ragged with desire and she knew that was working against her. Her body broiled with an unfulfilled need. Every pore dripped with a perspirati
on born from longing.
‘If you let me down now, I won’t involve the police,’ she gasped.
Yale continued to stab his paintbrush at the canvas.
Amelia’s smile was as dark and nasty as anything Robyn had ever seen. The brunette nodded stiffly and Robyn wondered exactly what the gesture was meant to imply. It was only when Christian touched her that she realised Amelia had been giving him an instruction.
His mouth enveloped her breast. His tongue teased the rigid nub of her nipple before he gently gnawed on her.
Robyn gasped.
Both Christian and Bernice tormented her breasts, alternating their attacks between tender suckling and sharp, forceful nips. Because they were working on her independently, she had no idea what to anticipate next. If only one of them had been teasing her Robyn believed she could have worked out that person’s rhythm and possibly steeled herself against the pleasure. But because they were both exciting her, she had no hope of resistance.
The wave of euphoria struck her like a fist. She shivered and bit her lip for fear of crying out with gratitude.
Not content with simply suckling on her breasts, Bernice and Christian stroked her body, their hands setting off electric thrills of excitement. Bernice’s fingers touched Robyn’s back and buttocks. She massaged her shoulder blades before moving her hands down to the swell of Robyn’s backside. Christian was more determined with his caresses. His hands worked on her thighs, and over her flat stomach, before delving through the thatch of hairs that covered her sex. His fingertips combed over the light golden mound before reaching the forbidden flesh of her sex.
A sigh caught in her throat. She refused to let it out into the room.
‘Perfect,’ Yale whispered. ‘That’s bloody perfect.’
She glanced at him and met his piercing gaze. He turned his face away the moment they found themselves looking at each other but the ferocity of his eyes remained with her.
Behind her, Bernice’s hand traced a path between Robyn’s buttocks. Still sucking on her breast, the woman pushed a sweat-moistened finger against the sensitive rim of Robyn’s anus.
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