Chapter 14

Susie suddenly felt a compelling need to look behind her, and a hand flew to her mouth to suppress the gasp of shock, alert enough to smother any noise that might betray her presence to the mob in the kitchen.

There, a few feet away, stood a tall, slim, dark and handsome man, like the archetypal vampire in a dark cloak, almost completely hidden in the shadows apart from the pale smile and the eyes; burning gold in the dark, like a wild feline.

Suddenly Susie realised what she must look like, her skirt around her waist, legs apart, knickers dangling from one ankle, fingers deep between her thighs. But before she could compose herself he held up a warning hand.

He smiled, although his lips didn’t move. But she was bathed in the warmth of his smile nonetheless, which radiated from his eyes. The golden gaze left her spellbound face and crept lower, where she felt it as a physical warmth, and knew he was staring at her breasts, lingering appreciatively, and then creeping lower still, between her legs. Then he looked at her face again, deep into her eyes, staring into her soul, and he nodded. She knew it was okay, that it was acceptable for her to be watching Rosanna and to be touching herself, to be enjoying the intense scene. She knew he wanted her to carry on, wanted to watch her watching.

As her hand began to move again she somehow knew he wasn’t just a voyeur looking for cheap thrills, but that he wanted to enjoy the beauty of her arousal for its own sake. She knew that the purity of her lust was part of his understanding and that his admiration and pleasure while watching her touch herself didn’t cheapen her actions, but gave them grace and elegance.

Leaning back against the wall she put one foot on the next step up and lifted her skirt higher, making sure he could see as her hand moved steadily and her fingers stretched and spread. She knew he could see her body opening around the slippery digits, see perfectly well in the dark, and she felt the heat of his smile increase, bathing her in his pleasure.

His eyes flickered over her shoulder and hers followed his command, knowing he wanted her to look, and at once she knew that he too understood the emotions created by the primeval urgency of raw sex that was being enacted on the flagstone floor of the kitchen.

Another of the men was screwing Rosanna, and she hissed each time he dropped his hips like a piston. ‘Yes... yes... yes... yes!’ she gasped again and again, and Susie felt herself driven by the same need, fingers moving firmly and steadily, enjoying him watching her, enjoying him seeing her respond in a similar way to how Rosanna was responding.

And then the entwined couple squeezed each other and came together, and Susie was gripped by something too, something that had been eluding her for quite some time and was now making her tremble as waves of tension gripped her being, and she turned to make sure he was still watching her at that moment of orgasm, baring her body and soul, her mouth opening in a silent scream as he looked down into her with that penetrating golden gaze that saw everything, understood everything, and knew everything.

The stranger made no effort to move closer, as she expected him to. He stood motionless, eyes glowing with a fire of sexual arousal that could not be misunderstood. But he did not move closer.

Rosanna squealed as she was mounted yet again, distracting Susie, who glanced with diminishing interest at the ragged group, but when she dreamily glanced back the stranger was gone.

The big hall was deserted, and outside the noise of the crowd was far more subdued than it had been earlier during the fight. Susie stood on the raised patio area and gazed out into the night, over the lawns, witnessing a scene of flagrant depravity. The evening had descended into one mass orgy, naked bodies entwined like a heaving, living carpet before her astonished eyes, and as she wondered where the beautiful stranger had vanished to, and then if Hugh was somewhere in that writhing contortion of bodies, someone started molesting her bottom through her dress.

‘Hey...’ she objected, but the hands started lifting the hem anyway, mauling the backs of her thighs, pressing between her buttocks, reminding her shamefully that she’d left her discarded knickers on the kitchen floor, and then without any further preliminaries, spread her open and slipped steadily up between her moist sex lips, wriggling into her wetness without the courtesy of seeking permission first. But, as was usual for Susie, she gave in to the demands of her body without thinking, and her feet inched apart as the man pushed her shoulder and she was forced to support herself on the ornate stone balustrade overlooking the gardens.

Her dress was held up around her waist, there was a little urgent fumbling against her bottom, and then with one long stab the fingers were hastily replaced by a fat penis, as though its owner didn’t want to give her the opportunity to change her mind, making her hunch her shoulders and gasp with the suddenness of the penetration. Her held lolled back and her eyes half closed, but in the reflection of the large French doors to their side she saw them in profile, and saw her lover, and it wasn’t the dreamy stranger she’d assumed it to be, but a plump man with sweaty jowls and a bald head. His eyes were closed in grim concentration as he held her hips, his ruddy complexion raised to the night skies overhead, his feet planted resolutely wide as he leaned back from the waist for maximum penetration, and he rutted feverishly against her bent elegance as though it was the highpoint of his miserable life and he was going to make the absolute most of it before anything or anyone could come and snatch it away from him. And so Susie braced herself against his rabid onslaught, and closed her eyes fully as her treacherous body once again succumbed to the stimulus.

High up in the rear elevation of the building a small window closed slowly on a darkened room, the golden eyes which had been watching so intently through the narrow slit blazed momentarily, and the sound of a contented snarl was drowned by the decadent revelry below.