DEBORAH FOUND THAT despite her swim – when Pavin had proved himself outstandingly proficient at the crawl while she moved slowly up and down the deliciously warm pool using the breaststroke – and their sauna together when he’d caressed her and covered her with kisses and tiny bites that aroused her appetite for full sex, but failed to satisfy it, she wasn’t hungry at lunch time. She guessed that it was nerves; fear of the unknown things she would be expected to do and watch during the filming this afternoon, that was closing her stomach against food.
Pavin noticed and tried to reassure her. ‘You’ll have a great time, honey. From what Tansy tells me you’re not slow to take part in group games!’
‘She told you what happened in the cove?’ asked Deborah in surprise.
‘Tansy’s been coming here for some time; she knows better than to lie to me,’ he said smoothly.
‘I’m sorry about that, it was only that I …’
Pavin turned away from her to speak to Flora and Deborah was left alone, wondering how annoyed Pavin really was that she’d denied seeing either Tansy or Richard when out on her walk.
Just before two o’clock everyone went off to their various rooms to get ready for the filming. Deborah wandered around the bedroom and wondered what on earth she should wear.
Pavin, who was pulling on linen slacks and a tight T-shirt that emphasised his powerful muscles, eventually got tired of her indecision. ‘Wear that short blue dress with the V-neck. And don’t bother with any undergarments except a suspender belt and stockings. Oh yes, and put on your highest heels. They make your legs look even longer.’
Deborah paused. ‘Pavin, I’m not sure I can do this.’
‘Sure you can, sweetheart. You’ve enjoyed everything so far. Why should this be any different?’
‘I don’t fancy performing in front of other people.’
‘You like watching other people; it seems only fair to offer them the same enjoyment. Come on, once we’re underway you’ll be fine.’
Quickly she pulled on the dress, fastened a pair of sheer blue stockings to the blue suspender belt then hurried down the staircase after Pavin, her high heels clicking loudly on the steps. To her surprise when they reached the ground floor he opened a small panel in the wall of the entrance hall and ducked down through the gap. ‘This way,’ he called over his shoulder, his voice echoing back to her. Deborah obeyed, and then stumbled in the dim light of the passageway. ‘Hold on to my shoulders, there are some steps to go down,’ Pavin said.
‘Where do you do your filming? I had no idea this part of the castle even existed.’
He laughed. ‘It used to be the dungeon, where undesired guests were left to die of starvation or spies had their secrets torn from them I guess. Now it’s our film studio.’
Deborah shivered. ‘It’s freezing cold.’
‘Couldn’t get the central heating this far, but the dungeon itself is fine. We keep a log fire burning there day and night. Here we are, you can straighten up now.’
At the bottom of the steep flight of stairs the ceiling rose again and then Deborah was following Pavin through a thick wooden door with a tiny peep-hole in the top, into the room where the filming was to take place.
‘You’re late,’ said Brian.
‘I’m never late; you must be early!’ responded Pavin. ‘Okay, I thought we’d start with Richard and me welcoming Flora to the holiday.’
Deborah clutched hold of Pavin’s arm. ‘Don’t leave me,’ she whispered.
‘I’m needed on set, Debbie. Brian will take care of you!’
She watched desolately as he strode away from her into the middle of the flagstone floor. Brian and Elizabeth came to stand by her, and she felt Elizabeth’s hand rest on her arm in a soft, sympathetic gesture.
‘It’s just a game,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t worry about it. It’s you Pavin’s really keen on.’
‘Elizabeth!’ said Brian warningly, and at once her hand was removed and she fell silent.
‘Where’s the cameraman?’ asked Deborah.
Brian laughed. ‘We don’t have a film crew. The cameras are all concealed, and the lighting’s been adjusted so that we get really good results. It cost a fortune, but then what’s money to a man like Pavin?’
‘Quiet!’ called Paul Woolcott who seemed to be directing this part of the afternoon, and at once the room was silent.
There were chairs round the walls of the dungeon and Deborah, seeing that Brian and Elizabeth had already sat down, decided to follow suit. As she began to lower herself, Brian caught hold of her by the waist and pulled her towards him. ‘Sit on my lap, Debbie. That way I can tell you what’s going on if you lose track of the plot!’
For a moment she resisted, but then she realised that there was no point and allowed him to pull her onto his knees. As she sat down her dress rode up and she could feel his heavy denim jeans against the smooth flesh of her upper thighs.
At that moment a door on the opposite side of the room opened and Flora walked slowly in. She was wearing a transparent, long-sleeved white muslin blouse which reached to mid-thigh and nothing else apart from a G-string and a black garter. Her short brown hair had been coaxed into tight curls and her make-up was subtle except for the eyes where her lids had been heavily darkened with a charcoal-grey colour, while black kohl had been used to emphasise their shape. The effect was to make her look languorous and undeniably sexy.
Richard, wearing the same outfit as Pavin, moved towards Flora and putting his hands on each side of her face kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth forcefully. Flora’s head went back and while Richard kept kissing her, Pavin began to unbutton the muslin blouse and then he slipped it off her and his teeth nibbled lightly on each of her nipples in turn.
Watching him, Deborah felt a heavy stirring in the pit of her stomach, as though it was her nipples he was teasing and not Flora’s. She moved slightly on Brian’s lap and he smiled to himself, knowing that her turn would come, although in a very different way.
Now Richard had finished kissing Flora, and he moved behind her, drawing her arms back as he went so that he had her wrists held behind her, pushing her rapidly engorging breasts into even more prominence. Pavin licked them very lightly, working from the undersides up and Flora’s eyes closed as she gave a moan of pleasure.
Now Richard was sliding to his knees, his tongue travelling the length of Flora’s spine as he went, until he could suck at the tender tissue right at the base of her spine where her flesh dipped inwards.
This was clearly something Flora found highly stimulating because she began to move her breasts to and fro so that Pavin’s tongue could stimulate her nipples more strongly. For a moment Pavin acquiesced, but then he left her straining breats and instead hooked one of his fingers inside the top of her G-string and pulled it upwards so that it split her outer lips and pressed against the vulnerable inner tissue.
Flora uttered a whimper that could have been pleasure or discomfort, and then the two men were lifting her and moving her across to a flat couch where they lay her face down, arms hanging to the floor and her feet just dangling over the opposite end.
Flora seemed quite oblivious of the onlookers, she was squirming frantically against the raised pattern on the sofa trying to keep her breasts aroused while Pavin slowly teased the G-string from between her outer lips and then slid it, damp from her secretions, down her legs and off over her feet until it fell to the floor and she was naked except for her garter.
Now Richard, his erection clearly visible within his linen slacks, placed a ribbed, air-filled cushion beneath Flora’s squirming hips which raised the cheeks of her bottom up into the air giving all the spectators a far clearer view of what was to come.
Pavin, after slipping off his T-shirt and slacks so that his swollen penis was free of all constraint, slipped on a thin plastic glove like those used by surgeons, then squirted some cream onto it from a tube he’d taken from his jeans pocket. The air was filled with the scent of cherries and Deborah assumed he was going to spread it over Flora’s back and buttocks then lick it off her, but instead he smeared it carefully around his index finger, then parted Flora’s buttocks with his free hand whilst slipping the lubricated digit into her tightly closed anus. Flora’s head lifted from the sofa and there was an expression of anguish on her features.
‘She’s not too keen on this,’ Brian whispered in Deborah’s ear. ‘That’s why he’s having to take it so slowly. Once he’s got her going she’ll be fine. It’s odd how some women resist such pleasure.’
Deborah didn’t think it odd at all. It certainly wasn’t a form of lovemaking that had ever attracted her. However, as Pavin’s covered finger carefully moved within Flora’s rectum, the cool cream lubricating the highly sensitive walls, and his free hand massaged her back reassuringly, the sensations started to take over for Flora and her mouth slackened with increasing pleasure.
When he was sure she was relaxed again, Pavin withdrew his latex-covered finger, stripped off the glove and then picked up a multi-speed vibrator with a plug-head that Deborah thought had to be at least two and a half inches wide, while the shaft was probably three inches long.
As Flora’s face dropped back to the couch, and Richard’s hands moved underneath her to stroke her stomach and tickle the sides of her waist, Pavin took advantage of her distraction to slide the head of the vibrator swiftly into her rectum.
Flora gasped. She thrust her buttocks upwards, but this only made the vibrator penetrate her more deeply. Then Pavin turned on the control in the base and Deborah, along with everyone else in the room, watched in a state of electrified excitement as Flora’s upper body twisted and turned while Pavin held her lower body still, gripped between his long, hard fingers. Suddenly her neck went tense, her head lifted and she cried out as an orgasm swept through her.
Pavin immediately turned off the vibrator, but left it securely within her back entrance. As Richard stripped of his clothes, Pavin slid the gasping Flora around on the sofa until she was half-lying and half-sitting over the width of it, her buttocks just over the edge and the wicked plug-head still embedded within her. Then Richard knelt in front of her and lifted her legs over his shoulders but he left a good space between them so that Pavin could crouch in front of him and with one hand keeping the vibrator inside her rectum he proceeded to lick across her vaginal opening, refusing to let his tongue enter but occasionally swirling it just at the opening so that Flora thought he was going to and thrust upwards to welcome him.
As he teased and tantalised her, Deborah felt her whole body swelling with need. She needed to feel Pavin’s tongue on her, and his hands. She needed fulfilment just as badly as Flora, and watching her lover administering to another woman was driving her mad.
She shifted frantically on Brian’s knees and he braced his leg so that her pubic area received some stimulation, but not enough to let her climax because that was for later.
Flora was crying out now, begging for Pavin to finish her off, but he took his time, refusing to be rushed and instead he played her like a violin until every part of her felt so tight she thought she would snap.
When they’d started, Flora had simply wanted to show Deborah that Pavin was used to her body and knew how to satisfy her. All that had gone out of her head now. She was simply one burning mass of desire balanced on the edge of what she knew would be a mind-blowing climax.
Pavin twisted the anal vibrator a little, and Flora’s body responded by jerking upwards again. Then he closed his mouth over her clitoris and sucked but so lightly that although the blood pounded in her ears and a warm glow began to suffuse her breasts and belly, the climax was still denied.
Flora was crying out now, begging the men to finish what they’d begun, and the air in the dungeon was heavy with sexual passion and mounting arousal. When Pavin removed his mouth from between her legs, Flora wanted to cry but as he moved away and went round behind her, Richard, his purple circumcised penis so tight it was paining him, slid into her. He began to glide smoothly in and out, judging his speed and rhythm by her responses while at the same time he tugged gently on her pubic hairs to move her clitoris around.
Everyone in the room knew that Flora’s climax was about to engulf her, and some of them moved closer to the prone woman while others, including Deborah, stayed in their seats trying to quell their own rising desire.
For Flora the sensations were all bliss now. The fullness in her rectum, the smooth easy strokes of Richard’s gratifyingly long penis and the exquisite tugs that were exciting her clitoris represented everything she loved about these abandoned holidays.
She sensed her release approaching, felt her toes curling upwards and her legs going rigid as the first waves of satisfaction began to sweep over her. ‘Yes! Oh, yes!’ she screamed, and as she twitched and spasmed in the throes of her climax, Pavin leant over her. Placing his throbbing organ between her breasts, he pushed the insides of the softly rounded globes together and rubbed them against the side of his shaft so that a few seconds after Flora’s climax had ended he was spilling himself between her breasts while Richard’s rhythm became rougher, more urgent until he too had his climax.
Carefully, Pavin moved Flora round and laid her on her side on the sofa so that she could rest while he and Richard disappeared to tidy themselves up, in order to watch the next part of the afternoon’s filming – the part that was to involve Deborah and Sara, the maid, along with Brian and Celia’s husband Martin.
For a moment after the scene had ended there was complete silence in the room. Deborah glanced around her and saw the same suppressed excitement in other people’s eyes that she guessed was in hers. Tansy and Paul were openly fondling each other, their arms locked in a tight embrace, but no one else was touching, they were simply savouring the atmosphere.
Despite the heavy wall drapes, the roaring fire, and the lights needed for the filming, the dungeon was still a cold place. Deborah was surprised that Pavin hadn’t had the floor covered, but when she suggested this to Brian he smiled knowingly.
‘Pavin didn’t want to get rid of the flagstones because they remind people the place was a dungeon. Sometimes it adds to the atmosphere, especially for bondage and games like that. Surprisingly enough, once you’re involved in anything you get pretty warm. It’s only when you first come into the room that you really notice the cold.’
‘I thought Flora must have been chilly,’ commented Deborah.
‘She looked warm to me! Right then, it’s your turn now. We’re just waiting for Sara and then we can set things up.’
Deborah’s stomach lurched and her throat tightened. ‘What have I got to do?’ she asked hesitantly.
Brian shrugged. ‘No idea; it’s up to Pavin. He likes to control everything, as you doubtless know.’
Deborah mistakenly took comfort from this. She was quite sure Pavin wouldn’t expect her to do anything she couldn’t cope with on her first time.
‘That was great!’ enthused Pavin when he returned. ‘Okay, Brian, set up the cross-beam and get the equipment ready. Debbie, come over here, sweetheart. I want to talk to you.’
She left Brian’s lap and moved to the centre of the room, totally unaware that the film scene had already begun. Once in front of Pavin she looked up at him with a questioning smile.
He didn’t smile back. Instead his face was cold and his voice sounded annoyed. ‘When I invite people onto my island, Debbie, I expect certain courtesies from them. That’s not unreasonable, is it?’
She didn’t understand him. ‘What’s wrong? I thought the whole place belonged to you, but if I trespassed somewhere on my walk, then I’m sorry. It was ignorance, that’s all.’
‘You can walk where you like and do what you like, but you must never, ever lie to me,’ he said softly.
Deborah’s eyes could no longer meet his hard blue gaze and she lowered her head. ‘You mean about Tansy,’ she whispered.
Pavin put a hand beneath her chin and forced her head up again. ‘Yes, I mean about Tansy and Richard. You said you hadn’t seen them, but you had. You’d even indulged in sex play with Tansy. Why didn’t you tell us? We don’t have secrets on Pavinsay.’
‘But Celia said …’
‘Celia’s already being punished. She can’t take part in the filming today. As a born extrovert in front of the camera that’s hurt her, but you’re not like that, are you? You don’t really want to do this, which is why your punishment is going to take place in front of the camera. We can keep it as a perpetual reminder of what happens when you break one of the very few rules we have here.’
‘This isn’t fair!’ protested Deborah, taking a step backwards. ‘I didn’t know about any rules.’
‘I think telling lies at any time is bad manners.’
‘Yes, of course it is, but I didn’t want to get Tansy into trouble.’
‘She wouldn’t have been in trouble. She can do what she likes, as long as we all know about it. Anyway, that’s enough talk. I’m afraid Sara’s behaved badly as well, so you and she will be punished together. Bring her in, Martin.’
Deborah wanted to run from the room, get away before this punishment, whatever it was, began. But as she took a step towards the door she saw Flora, now dressed in a blouse and skirt, smiling to herself in the shadows and she stopped. No, she wouldn’t go. Pavin would never let her be hurt, it was another of his sexual games and she would go along with it and hopefully find enjoyment along the way.
Sara, wearing black stockings with a seam up the back, a tiny frilly white apron and a low-cut white blouse, was led into the room by Martin, who was scarcely able to keep his hands off her as he guided her towards Pavin.
‘Brian found Sara pleasuring Elizabeth in the bath,’ said Pavin shortly. ‘As you all know, the domestic staff are not permitted to take part in sexual acts unless permission is obtained from two guests. In this case it was only Elizabeth who had consented. Sara knew it was wrong and accepts that she has to be punished if she wants to keep working here. Isn’t that right, Sara?’
The girl nodded, but she seemed unable to speak and Deborah could see that she was trembling slightly.
‘Excellent. Brian, are you ready?’
‘Everything’s in place,’ responded Brian. Pavin and Martin turned the two young women round. While Pavin had been talking to them, a beam had been lowered from the ceiling until it was about six and a half feet from the floor, supported at both ends by heavy chains.
Instinctively Deborah took a step backwards, but bumped against Pavin’s solid form and felt his hands tighten on her elbows as he pushed her forward. Brian then seized her hands in his slim but wiry fingers and pushed them upwards until her arms were fully stretched. Pavin gripped her round the waist and lifted her into the air while Brian stood on a wooden block behind her and locked her wrists into the padded handcuffs that were fastened to the beam. Pavin immediately released her and for one agonising second her whole body weight was taken by her shoulders, but then wooden blocks were quickly pushed beneath her feet, and adjusted until she was able to take most of her weight on them but only by standing on tiptoe, which stretched her long legs into a tight line.
As she was manhandled into position, Deborah was vaguely aware that the same thing was happening to Sara, but Sara was protesting quite vigorously until Pavin went and murmured something into her ear at which point she fell silent.
Now Pavin, after one final look at the two suspended women stretched tightly from the beam and struggling to keep their balance on the wooden blocks, went back to the wall and sat down in one of the chairs to watch the scene that was about to unfold.
Deborah, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, realised that Brian was standing on a block behind her while Martin was behind Sara. All at once, a black blindfold was placed over her eyes and then fastened at the back of her head. She shouted out and her body swung painfully from the cuffs.
‘Keep still, Debs,’ murmured Brian, his voice softer than usual as he tried to calm her. ‘This is to enhance the whole experience for you.’
Sara, who had also been blindfolded, kept silent. She’d been through this kind of thing before, and after her first time, when she’d thought she’d die of shame and humiliation, she’d become addicted to this particular form of pleasure. She knew that she could never go back to the mainland and settle down into ordinary domestic work again. Her body enjoyed these bizarre erotic episodes too much.
For Deborah it was terrifying not being able to see, and when she heard the sound of something heavy being moved over the flagstones she swallowed hard against her fear, but as Brian spoke to her from the front she realised that it was only another block to enable him to attend to her from both front and behind. For the next minute or so nothing happened, and as Deborah held her breath in anguished anticipation, the watchers around the room leant forward in their chairs, waiting eagerly for what was to come.
Brian and Martin glanced at each other and then in perfect unison reached forward and tore the clothing from the women suspended in front of them. Deborah’s dress, carefully chosen by Pavin for this very purpose, opened easily, the press studs snapping apart and the material falling away leaving her exposed down the centre of her body. After that, all Brian had to do was unfasten the tie shoulder straps and the dress dropped to the floor so that she was entirely naked except for her suspender belt and stockings. Sara’s uniform had also been torn from her, and her black-stockinged legs shook with mounting excitement while Deborah’s trembled with fear of the unknown.
Without the two women’s knowledge, Elizabeth and Flora had moved to help Brian and Martin. They both carried ice buckets from which the men removed cubes and then, working from behind the imprisoned women, positioned them just over their navels, fastening them there with wide, webbed strapping which fastened at the back.
The sudden cold touch on her overstretched skin made Deborah’s body leap like a salmon from the water and for a moment her feet left the block and she was suspended in the air again. Hastily she scrabbled for a foothold, and then she realised that the heat of her skin was making the ice cube melt so that tiny rivulets of cold liquid were making their way across her lower abdomen and down through her pubic hair. She wanted to move, but couldn’t because of her position. Instead she had to stay stock still and endure the cold invasion that slipped stealthily along her skin.
Next, a wide strip of soft velvet was passed between both women’s legs from the front to the back; Brian and Elizabeth working it slowly against Deborah’s labia, moving in a slow sensual rubbing motion while Martin and Flora did the same for Sara.
Deborah’s body responded instantly. The material was so sensuous, the movement so carefully calculated to arouse with the minimum of pressure, and she began to thrust her hips forward with growing desire. Gradually both the ice cubes melted and the liquid soaked into the two strips of velvet while the women moaned quietly at their increasing excitement.
Lulled by the gentleness of it all, and even more easily aroused than normal because of the physical tension of their bodies’ positions, neither Sara nor Deborah were ready for what happened next.
Without any warning, Martin and Brian suddenly started to slap the undersides of their victims’ breasts with their fingers. The slaps were firm and evenly spaced, and the onlookers watched the way Sara’s and Deborah’s breasts jiggled and swung and saw the red marks slowly appearing on the white flesh.
Deborah cried out in shock and Flora smiled to herself while Pavin leant forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees and his hands cupping his chin. He was surprised to find that despite his recent session with Flora he was slowly being aroused again by the sight of Deborah naked in front of them all, and helpless beneath Brian’s expert ministrations.
Deborah bit her lip to prevent herself crying out again as the firm, rhythmic slapping continued, but beside her she could hear Sara gasping in obvious arousal at the same stimulation. Then Brian stopped and cupped her swollen, burning breasts in his hands, lowering his mouth and applying strong suction to one nipple while his left hand fondled the other with vividly contrasting gentleness.
Deborah’s breasts felt larger than ever before and she heard her breath rasping in her throat as he skilfully switched from one breast to the other, taking it in turns to gently manhandle them. The contrast was unspeakably stimulating and she too began to gasp with pleasure.
Once she was thoroughly aroused, Brian let Elizabeth take over Deborah’s breasts, pinching the nipples and then sucking as much of the surrounding areolae as she could into her mouth.
In the meantime he went round behind the suspended blonde and she felt his hands cupping her buttocks, tracing their outlines and lifting them as though weighing or assessing their worth. Despite Elizabeth’s expert ministrations on her breasts she began to tense, and when she felt her buttocks parted and some jelly spread around her rear entrance her terror increased, especially when Sara suddenly cried out: ‘No! Not that, please!’
‘It won’t hurt if you bear down,’ Elizabeth whispered in a low voice as Sara continued to cry out. ‘Sara’s only worried she’ll come too soon. The first one to come isn’t thought to have been sufficiently punished you see.’
‘I don’t want this!’ protested Deborah violently.
At once Brian stopped what he was doing and Pavin rose from his chair. He walked across to stand in front of Deborah. ‘Did I hear you right, Debbie? Do you want to stop now and leave?’ Her naked and exposed body trembled before him as he waited for her answer.
Deborah didn’t know what to say. Now that all the manipulations had stopped her body felt strangely neglected, and she realised that her level of arousal had been far higher than she’d realised; there had been great pleasure alongside the slight pain and her body had adored it. Now, left alone and with the prospect of never again seeing Pavin, making love with him or indeed with anyone else on the island, she felt her mind clear.
‘No, of course not. I’m sorry, Pavin, I just panicked. I want to go on. I need to go on,’ she admitted, dropping her voice in shame so that only he could hear.
Satisfied, Pavin stepped away from her again. ‘Carry on,’ he instructed the men. ‘And girls, the idea is not to get too much satisfaction from what’s happening, this is meant to be a punishment. The first to climax may have to be punished further.’
Deborah knew then that Elizabeth had told the truth, and that she at least was a real friend.
Brian returned his attention to the entrance between Deborah’s tight buttocks and remembering what Elizabeth had said, Deborah bore down. This opened her up to him, but it also meant that her clitoris became more prominent and as Brian slid a cold nozzle into her lubricated rectum and began to fill her back passage with whipped cream, Elizabeth took a piece of waxed cord and with agonising gentleness let it caress the highly sensitive tip of the exposed clitoris.
Deborah gasped, and Sara gave a cry of excitement too as the same thing was done to her. Hearing another woman in such a state of sexual ecstasy only added to Deborah’s own excitement, and she tried to block out the whimpering noises of heightening pleasure coming from the young maid.
Brian slowly continued to squeeze the whipped cream into Deborah’s tight opening, and soon she began to feel uncomfortably full there and her stomach was visibly distended, much to the excitement of the onlookers. The pressure created a deep ache in the pit of her stomach and her toes moved restlessly on the wooden block.
‘Keep you buttocks clenched,’ Brian instructed her firmly. ‘Don’t let the cream escape. Elizabeth, come round here and tell me if any starts to ooze out.’
Deborah heard them changing places, and then she felt Brian’s hand on her already pressurised stomach, spread across the lowest part, just above her pubic hair. His fingers kneaded softly at the tight flesh so that her nerve endings screamed with the increased stimulation and hot sparks of desire pierced through her breasts and thighs and she longed for some touch between her legs where she was already swollen and damp.
Brian was an expert at this kind of manipulation, and he continued to apply pressure to her seemingly bursting flesh until she was moaning in a kind of mad delirium, straining to keep her buttocks closed despite the muscular spasms in her belly triggered by his wickedly knowing touch.
Finally he took pity on her, and lazily he let his tongue slide down her inner thighs to knees, calves and ankles, peeling her stockings down as he went, and then in a diabolically tender gesture he placed his tongue beneath each of her straining feet in turn and licked along the length of the overstretched arches.
She felt herself growing more and more damp between her thighs and when he started to move his head up again she could have cried out in gratitude. Pavin, seeing the way she was fighting against the contractions that were her natural reaction to such skilful arousal, longed to take Brian’s place and wrench her climax from her himself but he knew that he couldn’t. The game was never played like that. It was just that this was the first time he’d really wanted to interfere, and he was amazed at his depth of feeling for the blonde-haired young Englishwoman.
Brian sensed Pavin’s desire and smiled to himself. It only made what he was doing all the sweeter. He knew that Deborah wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, and as his tongue started to slide smoothly up her moist inner channels towards her despairing clitoris he felt her push herself towards him and knew that she would precipitate her own downfall through inexperience.
In the meantime, Sara was groaning and gasping but using every trick she’d learnt over the past three years in order to keep her orgasm at bay. In any case, Flora wasn’t working as hard as she could and even when a small dribble of cream escaped from between the maid’s buttocks she didn’t say anything because she wanted Sara to beat Deborah.
Brian’s tongue started to circle the outer portion of Deborah’s clitoris, and at once she forgot to keep her buttocks tightly closed.
‘There’s cream coming out,’ said Elizabeth, her voice sympathetic.
‘Naughty!’ said Brian, and nipped lightly at the inflamed bud.
To Deborah’s horror this merely seemed to bring her climax closer and she felt her entire body gather itself together, every inch of skin pulling tight over the flesh beneath as a slow pulse began to beat behind her clitoris.
Nearing its peak of arousal the clitoris started to slip beneath the fold of protective flesh, but Elizabeth had played this game with her husband many times before and knew exactly what she had to do. Just as the bud began to disappear from view she put her tiny hand sideways across the top of Deborah’s pubic bone and moved it up towards the middle of her stomach so that the pulling of the skin forced the hood away from the clitoris.
Now it was totally exposed and Deborah was making tiny mewing noises mixed with deep guttural groans of desire that she didn’t recognise as coming from herself. Brian took the waxed cord from his wife, drew it delicately up the middle of the suspended blonde’s parted sex lips and then with one quick flick of his wrist he struck the red, engorged nub of her pleasure a sharp stinging and totally unexpected blow that proved the final death knell to her self-control.
As the red-hot blaze of pleasure-pain lanced through her, Deborah felt a flood of moisture flow from her front passage and then it seemed as though every single muscle in her body was convulsing with the huge waves of blissful release that tore through her. For the onlookers, the sight of her taut, shackled body heaving and twisting as the muscles of her thighs and belly rippled and shook and her vaginal juices flowed down between her thighs while the last of the cream escaped from between her buttocks and down the backs of her legs, was one of the most arousing they’d ever seen.
Her blonde hair flew around her face as her head twisted from side to side and her cries of pleasure were so loud that they toppled Sara over the edge and for a brief instant both of the tethered women were racked by their orgasm at the same time, although it was Deborah who was the first to become still.
As Brian removed her blindfold and released the handcuffs, he pinched her still swollen and erect nipples. ‘I can’t wait until we get a chance to be alone together,’ he said softly. ‘Since you lost, although admittedly by a very short head, I think I’ll suggest that’s what happens next. The winner chooses her partner you see, the loser gets it chosen for her.’
Deborah hardly heard him, all that she was aware of was Pavin coming across the room towards her, wrapping her in a huge rug and then he was carrying her from the room holding her tightly against his chest and murmuring endearments that made everything she’d endured worthwhile.
As he laid her on their bed he asked: ‘Did you enjoy it, really enjoy it, or was it just for me, Debbie?’ and his eyes were worried.
She knew she had to be completely honest. ‘I enjoyed it,’ she confessed, and then she slept.