Chapter Twelve

DAWN WAS ONLY just breaking as Marina Corbett-Wynne put a few clothes into her leather suitcase and then walked quietly out of Leyton Hall. The events of the dinner party the night before, and the humiliation of making small talk in the music room while her husband and other guests played their lewd games in the dining room, had finally helped her come to a decision.

She was no longer going to subjugate herself to a man who wasn’t interested in her needs and desires, but instead spent all his time in pursuit of his own brand of sexual pleasure. For too long now she’d expended her energy on preserving the facade that Leyton Hall had demanded of the family. She’d played the loyal wife and the perfect hostess and she’d channelled her own unused sexual energy into attempting to improve the stately home. But first Matthew and then, more importantly, Jerry had shown her exactly how hollow a life this was.

She no longer cared about appearances. As far as she was concerned, James, Crispian and Tania could do exactly as they wished. If the Hall went to rack and ruin due to neglect it wouldn’t worry her because she too was going to be selfish. In Jerry she knew that she’d found a man who understood her, who would not only bring her alive sexually but would also value her as a woman. He wouldn’t mock her or make fun of her. He appreciated her, and if possible she intended to spend the rest of her life with him.

He was waiting for her in the stable yard, his dark hair falling untidily over his forehead. When she appeared he hesitated for a moment and then walked quickly towards her. ‘I didn’t think you’d really come,’ he said in a low voice.

‘Why not?’ asked Marina in surprise.

He shrugged. ‘I thought that once you’d had your grand dinner party, spent more time with your friends, you’d realise that I’d simply been a small adventure.’

She shook her head. ‘If you’d been at the dinner you’d know why I’m here. Can we go to your cottage now?’

Jerry stared hard at her. ‘Are you sure? I’m not in this for fun, you know. You mean something to me.’

At last, Marina gave one of her rare smiles. ‘I hoped you’d say that,’ she said. Her voice was soft. ‘Please, don’t make me beg. Let’s go to your cottage, and I don’t ever intend to come back here. That’s why I brought my case.’

Jerry’s eyes widened but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t voice his doubts about her ability to live in the only home he could offer her, or cope with the way she’d be ostracised by all her friends and acquaintances once the affair became known. And the reason for his silence was because he was totally consumed with desire for her. ‘Let’s go then,’ he said quickly. ‘I brought my car over. I’ll put the case in the boot and we’ll drive. That way I don’t even have to bring the horses back.’

They were silent on the drive, both lost in a world of erotic fantasies. As soon as they arrived at the cottage, Jerry led Marina up the stairs to the bedroom, which he’d tidied in advance, and there he carefully removed her clothes and laid her face down on the bed.

Once he too was naked he straddled the calves of her legs, poured some massage oil into the palms of his hands and very lightly ran them across her buttocks. Marina gave a sigh of contentment as she settled into the soft comfort of the bed. Gradually the pressure on her buttocks increased and she gave a quiet moan at the pleasure caused by the way her pubic area was pressed against the mattress.

Now Jerry lightened the pressure again until finally only his fingertips were gliding against the lubricated skin of her softly rounded bottom. Watching the way her hips were moving he knew that her excitement was mounting. Using well-oiled fingers, he stroked up along the inside of each of her thighs in turn, starting at the knee and trailing up to the little dip at the base of her spine. On the downward stroke the pressure was so light she could scarcely feel it and every nerve ending in her body yearned for a heavier touch, but it was the contrast between the upward and downward movement that caused her sexual arousal to increase.

‘Turn over,’ he whispered as her cries increased in urgency. Half dazed by the glorious sensations she obeyed, and found him looking down at her with an expression of such tenderness that any remaining doubts that might have lingered in her mind were instantly banished.

To her surprise he lifted her right foot in his hands, cradling it behind the ankle and very slowly rotating it. At first it simply felt pleasant and relaxing, but as he persisted she started to feel a stirring in her pelvis and groin, a stirring that increased until the whole area became heavy and engorged with longing. She could hardly bear it when he released the foot only to lift the other and start the whole process again. Now the heaviness overflowed into her vulva and she could feel her outer sex-lips parting as she grew moist and receptive between her thighs.

Jerry could tell how aroused she was by her swollen breasts, her erect nipples and the continual, tiny jerking movements of her hips, but still he prolonged the exquisite torture. Moving his body so that he was sitting beside her on the bed he let his fingers trail over her belly in a sideways movement and then did the same between her hips and across her ribs. There was a throbbing between Marina’s thighs that screamed for attention and the more he touched her, the heavier the insistent pulse grew, until without realising what she was doing Marina moved her own hand between her thighs and tentatively touched the spot that was almost driving her mad with desire.

Very gently Jerry removed her hand, ignoring her groan of protest. ‘In a moment,’ he promised her, as his roaming fingers strayed over her breasts, moving in circles around her hard little nipples.

Marina closed her eyes and savoured every moment of the seduction. Her body was swollen and tight, the pressure steadily mounting towards the moment of release, and she seemed to be drifting on a cloud of blissful eroticism. ‘How shall I take you?’ he asked against her ear. ‘Tell me what you like best.’

Marina had no idea; she simply wanted him to continue pleasuring her as he was now, to keep the tension the same until the actual moment of explosive release. ‘You choose,’ she said softly.

Jerry was so aroused himself by the way Marina had responded to every touch that he knew he’d come very quickly, and had to choose a position that would trigger her climax swiftly as well.

‘Once I’m inside you I want you to tense your buttocks,’ he said quietly, continuing to massage her breasts. ‘Then thrust upwards as you swivel your hips. When you move your hips downwards, tighten your internal muscles, as though you’re trying to milk me.’

His words made her shiver with anticipation, and as he eased himself into her, his erection rock hard, she obediently tensed the cheeks of her bottom and immediately felt the walls of her vagina tightening about the thickness of his shaft. Strange coiling sensations ran up through her lower abdomen from behind her pubic bone.

‘Lift now,’ he reminded her and she did, swivelling her hips at the same time so that the swirling quivers of pleasure intensified into a stronger sensation that seemed to take over. On the downward movement she tightened her internal muscles automatically in order to add to her own pleasure.

Suddenly all the pressure seemed to draw in on her, until it was centred right behind her clitoris and there it merged into a heavy throb that was driving her out of her mind as it beat out its message of urgent need.

‘Again,’ said Jerry, his voice tight with his own efforts at self control. ‘Do it all again, and move more quickly this time.’

Marina was past caring about anything but her own needs. She heard his words and obeyed them, but only because she sensed that this way lay her one chance of release. Even on the second movement the elusive climax refused to come and she was left teetering on the edge of the final shattering explosion that she so desperately needed. Frantically now she thrust up and down. At last the pulse quickened, every muscle in her body grew hard and tight and then, on her fourth downward pull, her entire body was pierced with unbearably intense shards of pleasure that caused her to buck mindlessly on the bed, and she flung her arms out to the sides as even her hands tingled with the force of her orgasm.

As she climaxed, her muscles gripped Jerry with an almost cruel force and he felt his semen rushing upwards through his penis and the muscles around his rectum tightening just before the moment of release. He heard himself groaning as his orgasm went on and on. The final wrenching moments were nearly painful for him, but at last they were both finished and he sank down beside her, pulling her sweat-covered body against his.

‘I’ve never been so happy,’ said Marina, pressing herself against him in order to feel every inch of his wonderfully masculine body and savour the hardness of his young muscles.

‘Nor have I,’ admitted Jerry. ‘The only thing that worries me is whether I’ll always be able to make you happy. You’ll soon tire of living in a tiny cottage, no matter how good the sex is.’

Marina laughed. ‘We don’t have to live here for ever. I have a lot of money of my own. In the past I’ve spent it on Leyton Hall, but from now on I shall use it for us. We’ll set up a stud farm somewhere. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

There was nothing Jerry would have liked better but he hesitated. ‘I don’t want to be a kept man,’ he said firmly.

‘You won’t be,’ Marina assured him. ‘It will be in both our names, and since I know nothing about horses its success or failure will depend on you.’

‘But what will you do? Stud farms need a lot of hard work.’

‘We’ll be able to afford some help! I’ll be happy looking after the house and knowing that we’ll be together every night.’

‘What about Lord Corbett-Wynne?’

‘I intend to divorce him,’ Marina said firmly. ‘He won’t cause any trouble: he’ll be too frightened I’ll talk about his penchant for the girl grooms.’

‘You’ve got it all planned, haven’t you?’ Jerry exclaimed. He was surprised.

Marina let her hands stray down his body until she touched his penis, now shrunken and still between his legs. ‘Yes,’ she said with a throaty laugh. ‘I’ve decided that I’ve earned some happiness at last.’

To his astonishment Jerry felt himself begin to stir as her fingers softly played over the thin area of skin behind his penis. ‘I just hope you leave me with enough strength to run the stud farm,’ he said with a muffled laugh, and then he was moving her up and down against him, restimulating her whole body until she felt the stirrings of desire begin again. At that moment she knew for certain that she would never miss Leyton Hall.

In Crispian’s bedroom the activity had restarted as well. Tania had gone into the bathroom to change and re-emerged wearing a black leather strapsuit. The straps circled her breasts, plunged in a V-shape to her thighs and then split so that the tops of her legs were also circled, while her inner sex-lips were revealed by the tightness of the two straps that pulled on each side of her vagina.

Walking across the room she handed Matthew a leather cat-o’-nine-tails. ‘Use it on me,’ she said imperiously. ‘I want you to cover my breasts with it. Don’t worry, I enjoy the pain.’

Matthew shook his head. ‘Sorry, Tania, that’s not my scene.’

For the first time since she arrived at the Hall, Annabel saw Tania look taken aback. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked after a moment.

He smiled. ‘I mean, I’m not into whipping women.’

‘But it’s what I want!’ she said angrily. ‘It turns me on.’

‘I’m sure one of the others will be pleased to oblige. I really think it’s time that Annabel and I left now.’

‘Steady on,’ said Crispian, who’d been watching the interchange with interest. ‘You can’t take Annabel away. She works here.’

Matthew turned to Annabel. ‘What do you think, Annabel?’

Annabel picked up her evening dress and began to put it on. ‘I think it’s time I handed in my notice,’ she said with a smile.

Matthew helped her pull her dress over her head, his hands caressing every available inch of her skin as he did so. ‘I want to make love to you again,’ he said thickly. ‘I want to make you come and come until you’re begging for mercy. I want to take you in every position and every way possible. I’m going to –’

‘What about my mother?’ Tania asked icily. ‘Do you imagine she’ll forgive you? And then there’s David Crosbie. He’ll be the laughing-stock of London once people learn that his personally recommended assistant was not only hopelessly inadequate but also thoroughly unprofessional.’

‘What does it matter to you what your mother thinks?’ Matthew demanded angrily.

Tania smiled. It was a very thin smile. ‘It doesn’t really, but I can always pretend. I tell you what, if you’re so anxious to protect Annabel’s good name, use the whip on me and then I’ll keep quiet.’

Crispian watched as Matthew struggled to keep his temper in check. It was obvious the man had no desire to indulge Tania, but neither did he want David’s career to suffer as a result of their involvement. He hesitated, his hand slowly moving towards the outstretched whip, and at that moment Amanda spoke.

‘I saw your mother leaving the Hall with a suitcase a short time ago, Tania,’ she said innocently. ‘Perhaps she’s going to be away for a while, so it won’t matter what Annabel does, will it?’

Tania shot her a look of fury. ‘My mother doesn’t even get out of bed before ten in the morning,’ she said.

‘She did this morning,’ insisted Amanda.

‘Amanda’s right,’ confirmed Sheba. ‘I saw her too, out of the alcove window there. She looked like a woman on her way to an assignation!’

Crispian laughed. ‘Perhaps she’s finally decided to leave Papa. How amusing; he’ll be dumbstruck. Is it the stable manager, do you think? Surely not! Marina’s far too well-bred for a rough-and-tumble in the hay, wouldn’t you say, Tania? Unlike Annabel here, who thoroughly enjoyed it. Remember, Annie?’

Annabel did remember, remembered only too well, but it was the last thing she wanted to think about at this moment when Matthew was promising her so many sensual delights and her whole body was hot with desire for him.

‘I didn’t imagine you’d lived the life of a nun,’ Matthew assured her, smiling at her anxious expression.

Losing patience with Matthew, Tania went over to Luke and handed him the whip. ‘You use it,’ she cajoled, thrusting her tightly encircled breasts forward.

Luke shook his head. ‘Sheba and I are leaving now. Would you like to come with us, Amanda? I think we three might have some fun, and Sheba always prefers to have a second woman joining in, don’t you, Sheba?’

The tall girl nodded, squeezing one of Amanda’s breasts lightly between her unusually long fingers. ‘I do,’ she confirmed, ‘and I adore your body, Amanda. It’s so voluptuous. Why don’t you come and stay with us in London for a few days. We’ll go shopping as well, buy you some interesting underwear and some rather more flattering outfits.’

Amanda glanced at Crispian, but he was watching his stepsister, and while Amanda stared at him Tania walked slowly towards him, the whip held in her outstretched hand. She then let the ends rest against his taut stomach muscles for a moment before turning her hand so that he could take hold of the handle.

‘You know what I want,’ she said in a low voice. ‘Only you can ever satisfy me. Do it now, Crispian, before they all go. I want them to watch.’

Matthew’s grip on Annabel’s hand increased in pressure, but he didn’t move towards the door, and neither did any of the others. They all stood in silence as the fair-haired heir of Leyton Hall and his auburn-haired stepsister stood only a few inches apart, their eyes locked together, the physical desire between them crackling in the air like electricity.

At last Crispian grasped the whip and as he grasped it his face changed. The blue eyes turned cold and his mouth narrowed as he reached out with his free hand and tweaked one of Tania’s nipples between his fingers. ‘I want a better target,’ he said, his voice almost contemptuous. ‘Someone will have to prepare you for me.’

Tania was taking quick shallow breaths now and she looked appealingly at the others. ‘Will one of you do as he asks?’ she pleaded, desire making her desperate.

Luke nodded, and moving away from Sheba he took Tania by the hand then led her to the bathroom. Almost against their will the others followed, with the exception of Crispian, who remained in the bedroom, tapping the whip against the side of his leg.

Annabel watched Luke fill the basin with cold water from the tap and then he pushed against Tania’s shoulders until her breasts were dangling just above the surface of the liquid. Tania hesitated, unable to make herself plunge them into the cold water, and so Luke did it for her, pushing once more until the leather-rimmed globes disappeared beneath the surface and everyone heard Tania gasp at the shock of the sudden coldness.

Once Tania’s breasts had been fully immersed for nearly half a minute, Luke pulled her upright again, and now they could all see that her nipples were standing out proudly, tight and rigid from the cold.

‘Put some water over her belly and back as well,’ called Crispian. ‘I like the sound of leather against damp skin.’

Tania tried to run back into the bedroom, but Annabel grabbed hold of her and kept her imprisoned until Luke could manhandle her back to the basin. He then held her still while Annabel plunged a sponge into the water and, holding it against Tania’s ribs, she squeezed until tiny droplets of cold water ran down Tania’s stomach and into the creases at the tops of her thighs.

As Tania shivered Luke turned her around and now the auburn-haired girl positively cringed as once more the cold sponge was held against her hot skin, and then squeezed until all the water had flowed down her spine.

Despite her protests, it was clear from Tania’s shining eyes and swollen body that this was what she wanted, what she craved more than anything, and when she was led back to stand in front of her stepbrother they stared at each other in a frenzy of mutual desire.

Crispian’s tongue darted out and moistened his lips while Tania stood in front of him, her pale creamy skin covered in a sheen of water. Almost languidly Crispian raised his hand and then with a quick flick of his wrist the whip cracked in the air before falling across Tania’s right breast, leaving it covered in tiny red lines.

Her body trembled so much at the moment of impact that Annabel thought the other girl was going to have an orgasm there and then, but she didn’t, merely trembling on the brink as her stepbrother eyed her with satisfaction.

‘Ask me to do the same for the other breast,’ he commanded her.

Tania shook her head. ‘You know you want to do it as much as I want it done, just get on with it,’ she retorted, but Crispian refused. He continued to stand in front of her, the instrument of pleasure in his hand, and waited for her to speak.

Tania waited too, determined not to be the one to break, but in the end her body’s urgent clamouring for this dark, bitter pleasure that meant so much to her proved too insistent to resist. ‘Please, do the same again,’ she begged Crispian.

‘How hard shall I hit you?’ he asked, prolonging her agonising wait.

‘Harder than last time,’ she implored him. ‘I want to really feel it when the whip lands.’

‘Like this?’ he queried, and with a snapping sound the leather rose and fell in the air, landing right across the second nipple and causing Tania to scream with ecstasy.

‘Yes! Like that, like that!’ she moaned, and then she lay down on the floor, her legs spread wide. ‘On my stomach,’ she begged. ‘Hit me there, and then take me, Crispian. Do it the way we like best. I need to feel the whip everywhere. Nothing else can satisfy me, you know that. It’s what we both live for.’

Matthew tugged at Annabel’s hand. ‘Come on, let’s leave them to it. They don’t need us any more.’

Annabel knew that he was right, but there was a terrible fascination about the scene unfolding in front of them, and she stayed where she was for a moment as Crispian moved to stand over his stepsister’s body, his penis jutting out with an angry purple tip as he drew the leather thongs of the whip gently around each of Tania’s breasts and then down the middle of her lower body, while she squirmed and cried out for him to let her feel the sting of it striking her.

A tiny drop of clear moisture fell from Crispian’s penis and Tania jumped as it landed on her skin. But realising what it was, she laughed triumphantly and at the sound of her laughter Crispian raised his arm and let the whip fall across her belly.

It rose and fell several times and Tania’s screams gave way to soft whimpering sounds of pleasure that slowly intensified until at last Crispian threw away the whip and hurled himself onto his stepsister’s leather-ringed body.

He moved violently, angrily, but with skill and precision so that within seconds the pair of them were well on the way to a frenzied simultaneous climax, a climax that suddenly Annabel didn’t want to see. Their desperation was frightening; it was as though they were capable of being consumed by this terrible need for each other, a perverted, dark obsession that, for the most part, they kept concealed from the outside world.

‘I didn’t realise it was quite like this,’ she whispered as she and Matthew left the room, closely followed by Sheba, Amanda and Luke. The door was closed behind them by the footman, Michael. Forgotten by everyone once he was no longer needed, Michael was determined to stay until the very end, reasoning that the two young people on the floor would need someone they could trust in the household and certain that, after all he’d witnessed, he would be their automatic choice.

‘I’d heard rumours to that effect,’ admitted Matthew. ‘All the same, it’s different when you actually see it. Somehow I don’t think Crispian will ever marry anyone else, do you?’

Annabel shook her head. ‘How could he? They’ll never be free of each other, and they’d never be able to keep apart even if he did marry, so what’s the point? Besides, it isn’t as though they’re blood relations. It’s only money that really stands in their way.’

‘Money that Leyton Hall needs to survive,’ Matthew pointed out.

‘Crispian and Tania will probably spend their lives here in a blaze of sexual passion that only ends when the roof falls in on them!’ laughed Luke.

‘What’s that noise?’ asked Sheba as they walked along the landing.

Annabel listened for a moment. ‘It’s coming from Lord Corbett-Wynne’s room,’ she said. ‘I can imagine what’s going on in there, too!’

‘What?’ asked Amanda.

‘I’ll show you,’ said Annabel with a smile. She turned the doorknob very carefully, and then pushed gently so that the door swung partly open.

In the middle of the room, naked except for a black blindfold and with his hands bound behind his back with a strip of black leather, Lord Corbett-Wynne was kneeling upright in front of Sandra, whose hands were pressing lightly on each side of his head, which was tilted slightly backwards. Between his thighs another girl, similar in appearance to Sandra but with dark instead of fair hair, was drawing his massive penis into her mouth and sucking on it. Every time he started to quiver and his testicles tightened, she would draw her mouth away, letting her teeth graze the sides of his erection as she did so.

From the landing the group watched in fascination as this process was repeated four times until Lord Corbett-Wynne began making frantic gurgling sounds as he struggled to control himself. When the noises became too loud Sandra abruptly pushed him forward until his forehead was touching the ground and his naked buttocks were fully exposed to the secret spectators.

‘Now for your treat,’ said Sandra, and her sister Melanie giggled as she watched Sandra greasing the end of a riding crop. ‘I’m going to do what you like best,’ Sandra promised the bound and submissive man, ‘but you mustn’t come because you’re going to make love to both of us afterwards, aren’t you?’

Lord Corbett-Wynne groaned again, apparently unable to form any proper words. ‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ continued Sandra, and then, as Annabel and the rest of them continued to watch with a mixture of astonishment and arousal, she eased the well-lubricated end of the crop into the opening between his buttocks, rotating it as she pressed upwards.

‘Aagh!’ gasped Lord Corbett-Wynne, feeling his climax rushing towards a conclusion.

Sandra’s hand was still and she let go of the crop, leaving it sticking out from between his buttocks. ‘Careful,’ she cautioned him. ‘Save something for us, or we’ll be very angry with you.’

He mumbled something unintelligible and Sandra raised her right foot, clad in a high-heeled shoe, and placing it on his spine she allowed some of her weight to press against him. Lord Corbett-Wynne’s excitement increased and when Melanie started to gently move the crop handle he made a sound of protest, knowing that he couldn’t control himself for much longer.

‘Take it out,’ ordered Sandra, and with one deft hand movement Melanie obeyed, leaving him gasping as he breathed heavily through his open mouth in an attempt to quell his impending climax.

Amanda had never seen anything like it in her life. She was totally fascinated. Luke’s hands began to creep round her from behind. He pressed against her hips and lower stomach, his fingertips digging against the flesh above her pubic bone, and she found that she too was on the brink of an orgasm, an orgasm that she was helpless to control.

Lord Corbett-Wynne was in the same position. Pulled back into an upright kneeling position by the increasingly dominant Sandra, he felt the touch of the leather strap around his erection, and despite his overwhelming desire to make love to the two girls, that touch was fatal. As the strap tugged at the root of his penis he felt his glans tingling and then his sperm was gushing out of him and falling on to the carpet.

‘What a shame!’ laughed Sandra. ‘Now Melanie and I will have to make love to each other while you just lie there quietly and listen.’

‘No!’ gasped her employer. ‘That’s it for today. It’s time to release me. I’ll see to you both another day.’

‘Sorry,’ said Sandra, who didn’t sound sorry at all. ‘Unless you can unfasten your own hands and get your blindfold off, you haven’t any choice.’ Leaving the helpless lord on his bedroom floor, she and her sister began to fondle each other, uttering tiny squeals of pleasure as they began their explorations.

‘Don’t worry,’ Sandra called to the prostrate man as he remained helpless on the carpet. ‘I’ll tell you exactly what we’re doing.’

As she began her vivid description Matthew reached across Annabel and pulled the door quietly closed. ‘I think we’ll leave this family to their own devices,’ he commented. ‘Personally I’d rather be taking part in some action myself than watching the occupants of Leyton Hall. Perhaps if they need money they should invite interested members of the public to watch them at play!’

Outside the front door Annabel and Matthew walked towards his car while the other three went off to Luke’s. ‘You’re sure you’ll be all right, Amanda?’ called Annabel.

Amanda smiled. ‘I’ve never had so much fun,’ she called back. ‘It beats breeding pigs any day.’

‘I rather imagine it does,’ murmured Matthew as he started the car. ‘Now, let’s get back to the Old Mill. It’s time we were alone together.’

Annabel sighed with pleasure and settled back in her seat. This was what she’d wanted from the moment she first set eyes on Sir Matthew Stevens.