AT SOME TIME during the night, Deborah heard Pavin’s phone go and he muttered a few words before she slid back into sleep. When she woke in the morning she was surprised to find he was already bathed and in the process of getting dressed.
‘What’s happened to your usual lie-in?’ she asked with a smile.
‘Brian called during the night. Elizabeth has asked that Richard and I keep her company for the day, so I had to put duty before pleasure!’
Deborah felt a surge of jealousy that she quickly tried to suppress. After all, as Pavin had explained to her on their walk, this was what the holiday was for. She tried to keep her expression neutral.
‘What about the rest of us?’ she asked.
‘You can either watch, Elizabeth never minds an audience, or you can find your own entertainment for the day. At some time you should try a few hours with Martin and Celia. They’re very experienced at giving pleasure.’
‘I’ll see,’ said Deborah, privately deciding that she’d watch at least some of Elizabeth’s time with Pavin and his personal assistant, Richard.
Her second surprise of the morning came when she and Pavin entered the huge dining room. Beyond the silver-covered breakfast dishes, Elizabeth was standing entirely nude, her back towards the room. When she saw Pavin enter she leant forward from the waist and rested her forehead on her hands which were placed palm down on the top of the sideboard.
Pavin’s mouth lifted at one corner in the lopsided smile that Deborah recalled from their first meeting, and before helping himself to any food he walked and ran the palm of his hand the length of her back before slipping it beneath her and up her stomach until he could reach her tiny gold nipple rings. These he tweaked softly and her back arched outwards, then he walked away from her and piled his plate high with food.
Elizabeth stayed bent submissively face downwards, but everyone else in the room ignored her. Deborah, finding that she wasn’t in the least hungry, simply took a large cup of coffee and some scrambled eggs back to her place.
Flora was sitting opposite her and she smiled at the newest addition to their holiday group. ‘Does the sight of Elizabeth like that disturb you?’
Deborah decided to honest. ‘Yes, a little.’
‘Because you know she’s going to be in Pavin’s hands all day? Or because you want to touch her yourself?’
‘Just because it’s bizarre,’ retorted Deborah, refusing to admit to her possessiveness of Pavin.
‘Why come here if you don’t like the bizarre? You can lead a mundane life back in London, I imagine.’
‘I didn’t say I didn’t like it, simply that it disturbs me.’
Flora nodded, then pushing back her chair walked round behind Deborah on her way to collect more coffee. ‘You know why Pavin likes you, don’t you?’ she said softly in her ear.
Deborah looked up at her. ‘For the usual reasons I imagine.’
‘It’s because you’re the image of Angela. That’s why we were all so shocked when you arrived; we thought he’d made it up with her. Pavin adored Angela really; and although he divorced her it was because that was what she wanted. He was heartbroken to lose her. They made the perfect couple. If only she’d enjoyed the island as much as he does then they’d still be together.’
Deborah stood up, pushing her half-eaten eggs away from her. ‘Well, she didn’t, did she? And it isn’t surprising if I look a bit like her because men usually have a particular type they find physically attractive. Pavin’s already told me he favours leggy blondes,’ she added and was pleased to see a flicker of irritation cross the petite brunette’s face.
‘Where’s Richard?’ Pavin called down the table. ‘Has he eaten?’
‘He’s setting up his bedroom ready for the three of you,’ explained Brian with a glance towards his wife’s bare back. ‘I think he had quite a lot to do. You know the kind of involved games my wife enjoys playing!’
Pavin seemed to deliberately take as long as possible over his food, and at one point Elizabeth shifted her position slightly. ‘Keep still!’ he said sharply, and at once she froze.
‘Personally I can’t think why she enjoys being dominated all the time,’ murmured Tansy as she left the table. ‘I think I’ll go and have a swim once I’ve digested breakfast. If anyone wants to join me they’re welcome.’
‘I might,’ said Celia and Martin nodded too.
‘How about you, honey?’ Pavin asked Deborah.
‘I’d rather watch Elizabeth,’ she said coolly.
Brian laughed. ‘That should broaden your horizons, Debs! I think I’ll be there too. I can always explain anything you don’t understand.’
Eventually even Pavin decided Elizabeth had waited long enough and he rose from the table, went over to the girl and ran his hands down the outside of her legs so that she quivered beneath his touch.
‘Let’s go and find Richard, Lizzie. He should be ready for us by now.’
The room that Richard and Flora shared during these holidays was quite small compared to some, but again dominated by a vast canopied bed whose covers and hanging curtains, along with the canopy itself, were all made of the finest Chinese silk, shot through with riotous colours, while on the floor a crimson and yellow carpet covered a square in the middle, around which were polished dark boards.
Chinese silk screens that matched the bed coverings were placed on each side of the bedhead and there were three comfortable armed chairs in which onlookers could sit.
The first thing Deborah saw when she came into the room was a small, relatively modern table just in front of one of the screens and on it was a range of objects; jars, scarves and strips of leather and cord that made her wonder what lay ahead for Brian’s wife.
He, Deborah and Flora were the only spectators, everyone else having decided to find their pleasure elsewhere, but when Elizabeth stood at the foot of the bed facing the three watchers she dropped her eyes to the floor and a delicate hint of colour suffused her cheeks.
‘Now, now, Elizabeth! This is no time to be shy,’ said Pavin with a laugh. ‘I thought you enjoyed spectator sports. Right, Richard, how do you want her?’
Richard emerged from behind one of the screens. He was entirely nude apart from a small posing pouch which only emphasised his already burgeoning manhood, and the dark mat of curly hair that ran up from the pouch in a thick line through the middle of his stomach and then covered his slim but well-muscled chest added to his attraction.
Deborah thought that if she wasn’t so besotted with Pavin she could very easily fancy Richard, and from the way Flora was staring at him it seemed that she did too.
‘First we oil her,’ he said to Pavin, and taking a bottle from the table he poured a few drops into Pavin’s outstretched hands and some into his own. ‘Remember, Elizabeth, you can only have your orgasms when we tell you, but if you have them at any other time the game stops. It that clear?’
Elizabeth nodded.
‘Good,’ continued Richard. ‘Obviously we don’t expect you to have one while we’re oiling you, but to make quite sure a small one doesn’t escape our notice the spectators will keep a close eye on you!’
Elizabeth was pushed towards the onlookers and then the two men started oiling her body, Richard working down her back and over her buttocks while Pavin’s large hands spread across the width of her breasts and he tenderly massaged the scented oil into her small firm breasts with their suprisingly long, dark nipples and wide areolae that seemed to cover most of the surface of the breasts.
Deborah, who was watching Pavin more closely than Elizabeth, noticed that despite the tenderness of his touch, every time he glided across the surface of her breasts he would let his little fingers catch in her nipple rings and the resulting tugs would pull the long nipples sharply to the sides, stretching them to the limit before his hand began the return journey and they slowly eased back into position before being extended sharply to the opposite sides.
From the widening of Elizabeth’s dark eyes, it was clear that this pain-edged pressure was highly stimulating for her, and when he finally left her breasts alone and moved across her abdomen her breasts were rounded and plump, the internal tissue straining against the enclosing flesh.
He oiled her belly and the sides of her waist as Richard worked down between the cleft of her buttocks, and at one point Richard slipped a well-lubricated finger into Elizabeth’s tightly closed second opening. Once again her flesh responded, her nipple rings swung in the air and she had trouble keeping her toes still on the carpet beneath her feet.
‘If she’s not careful she’ll climax now and put an end to her morning’s pleasure,’ said Flora, her voice excited. ‘Pavin’s really skilful at playing her body. Last summer he spent hours with her. It drove Angela mad.’
It was driving Deborah mad too, but not with rage. She wanted to feel him oiling her just as he was oiling Elizabeth. She watched from the edge of her seat as his hands moved down to the other woman’s lower belly and now his fingers pressed tightly against the flesh.
A fleeting expression of discomfort crossed Elizabeth’s features, quickly followed by the blush of arousal this caused her. ‘How tight you feel,’ murmured Pavin. ‘I love it when your body’s swollen with desire and need. We must fill it even more.’
Then his oiled fingers glided briefly between her thighs to linger for a few moments around her outer sex lips, pushing them together and downwards, creating pressure on the trapped clitoris and then turning the visible section of her clitoral ring between finger and thumb. Her eyes widened and she tried to withdraw her clitoris a little. Pavin tugged more firmly on the ring and this time she squirmed with discomfort and it was plain from the way her breathing grew more rapid and her head went back that this was highly stimulating for her.
Finally she was totally oiled, her body gleaming like a statue, and Deborah realised that Elizabeth was a beautiful young woman. Her figure was small but perfect and her colouring combined with what seemed like a submissive shyness made her highly desirable. She could quite understand why Brian had married her.
‘Well done!’ laughed Richard and he came round to study her from the front. ‘Now lie on your side in the middle of the bed and pull your knees up to your chin. As Pavin said, we want to fill you until every part of you is tight as a drum.’
Obediently Elizabeth lay down gracefully, and then Richard was reaching for a piece of tubing with a tiny flat sac at the end of it. He covered the sac in oil, rolled it into a tube and very gently eased it into Elizabeth’s rectum while Pavin continued to play with her breasts from the other side of the bed, again stretching the nipples out and then releasing them like pieces of elastic.
The young woman’s mouth was open with the sensations he was causing and because of this her muscles were relaxed and Richard found it comparatively easy to insert the roll of rubber inside her. Once it was fully in he fitted a rubber bulb attachment to the protruding end and squeezed it with slow steady movements.
‘Now the sac inside her will inflate,’ explained Brian. ‘Eventually it will be touching the walls of her rectum and she’ll feel as though it’s pushing through her vagina.’
Deborah swallowed hard, and watched Elizabeth start to squirm as the device did as her husband had described and expanded until it was filling her to capacity. At one point her body was shaking with sexual excitement and they thought for a moment she was about to come there and then. Finally, just when Elizabeth felt certain that she could take no more, Richard stopped, and with a deft movement removed the inflating bulb and fitted a seal to prevent any air escaping.
Pavin swiftly pushed Elizabeth onto her stomach and slid a hand beneath her, again pushing and probing downwards across where her abdomen was lying against the bed, and this had the effect of accentuating the pressure within her so that she wriggled and squirmed against his hand, gasping in reaction to what was happening to her. She had never felt so many different sensations of pain and pleasure-tightness, and darts that coursed through her like electric currents as over stimulated nerve endings shouted messages to her brain.
Pavin pressed steadily until she began to moan, and then he pulled her to her feet so that the spectators could see the rubber tube protroding from between her tight buttocks. He patted them lightly and Elizabeth gasped as the swollen sac within her pressed against her rectal walls and almost precipitated an orgasm.
Richard laughed. ‘Not yet, Lizzie. Now, turn and face everyone.’
Slowly she turned again, and it was clear from her distended stomach, swollen upthrusting breasts and trembling thighs that she was aroused almost to the point of no return.
Pavin slipped a leather collar over her head and then fastened two leather straps that dangled from it round her swollen breasts, the better to accentuate her large protruding nipples and trembling tender tissue.
This done he bent and put his tongue inside one of her nipple rings, then licked around the areole before taking the ring between his teeth and moving his head back with a swift tug. He repeated the action twice on each of the breasts and the leather straps fitted more snugly on Elizabeth as her breasts expanded yet further.
For Elizabeth it was bliss and torment at the same time. She loved the way Pavin played on her weaknesses, using her need for domination to take her to the edge of pain and yet keeping the pleasure at a high level too. She adored the way he could make her entire body come alive, until it felt as though there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t sexual, but at the same time she feared him because within him there was no love for her. With Brian there was love, and that meant that the danger was never total, with Pavin it was absent. This was why she needed the holiday, and yet now, at this moment when she was at Pavin’s mercy, she wondered fearfully what he might do to her without the constraints that love provided.
She soon found out. As her body continued to swell beneath the men’s manipulations, the confining straps and the wickedly air-filled sac within her rectum, Pavin suddenly produced a string of very large, transparent marbles. ‘These are to fill your other opening,’ he said with a thin smile. ‘I want you more swollen that you’ve ever been before. Lie back on the end of the bed, I’ll insert them.’
Elizabeth started to obey, and immediately the pressure on the highly sensitive walls of her rectum increased. She started to sit up again, but Richard caught hold of her nipple rings and pressed down on them. ‘You heard what Pavin said, Lizzie. Lie back.’
Elizabeth had no choice but to obey and felt her stomach thrusting upwards with the pressure beneath her. Then Pavin was parting her oiled legs and Richard took hold of one while Pavin thrust a firm thigh in front of the other. He then carefully opened her outer sex lips with one hand while with the other he inserted the first of the cool, smooth glass marbles into her vagina.
She was very aroused and her own secretions made it slip easily inside. ‘Now contract your vagina,’ Pavin instructed her. ‘Pull it deep inside you, and the others will follow.’
She knew that she had to obey him, despite the fact that the marbles only served to expand her vaginal walls so that both her passages were full and her body felt as though it couldn’t bear any more stimulation.
Deborah and Flora watched with increasing excitement as the marbles disappeared inside Elizabeth’s frantically contracting vagina. All the time Richard was urging the young woman on while Pavin let his hands caress her stomach, knowing that this meant she had pressure from above and below her vagina and that the whole feeling of fullness would extend to her bladder so that every possible nerve ending would be alive with bitter-sweet pleasure.
Once the last marble was inside her, Pavin bent over Elizabeth. He tightened the leather straps beneath her breasts, flicked his fingers across the tender flesh under her arms and then pulled her to her feet and paraded her in front of the silent watchers.
‘See the way she’s rounded and swollen with need,’ he said softly. ‘Touch her, Flora. You know how much Elizabeth likes to be touched.’
Elizabeth turned to the American. ‘If they touch me, can I come?’ she begged him.
Deborah looked at Pavin and saw that his eyes were totally without feeling. ‘No,’ he said shortly. ‘Not yet.’
Flora smiled, and as Elizabeth came towards her she stood up, then bent her head and drew her tongue across the other woman’s rib cage. She used it to make tiny circles across the bird-like bones, then moved higher and tickled within the cleft of the armpit and all the time Elizabeth’s rounded, painfully constrained body struggled to keep the marbles inside her, ignoring the mounting pressure between her buttocks and forcing back the spasms of pleasure that were coming closer and closer.
Then Elizabeth moved on to Deborah, who didn’t quite know what to do. But then suddenly as she looked at the flesh over Elizabeth’s straining stomach she had an overwhelming desire to strain it still further. She let the fingers of her right hand reach into the dark curly pubic hair and then rubbed up and down in a firm motion that made the marbles move, the ring on the end of the engorged clitoris tremble, and caused Elizabeth to stare at her in terror. ‘Please, don’t!’ she whispered.
‘Why not?’ Deborah whispered back, stroking the bronzed flesh tenderly for a moment.
‘Because I can’t hold back much longer and I don’t want the day to end so soon.’
Deborah was shocked to find that she wanted to go on touching her. That she had a sudden urge to be the one to force the climax from her and end her pleasure for the whole day, but Pavin stopped her.
‘Come back here, Elizabeth. You’ve done very well,’ he said, and this time there was a note of amusement in his voice.
Now Richard crouched on the carpet on all fours, then Elizabeth was lowered across his back, face upwards, so that she was staring at the ceiling with her back across his and her feet on the ground. Then Pavin picked up a small whip with three strands of rope coming from an ivory handle. For a few seconds he trailed the handle around her trapped breasts, letting it slip through her nipple rings and tug at them, then moving it down her desperately thrusting pulsating belly.
Finally, he lifted the whip a few inches above her and whispered, ‘Now you may come, Lizzie,’ before bringing the stinging cords down across the despairing tautness of her body.
For Elizabeth it was a moment of almost indescribable pleasure. All the hideous tension, the softly innate cruelty of what they’d done to her earlier, the long-withheld relief of her mounting sexual excitement came together in an explosion that made her shriek and Deborah felt her own internal muscles contract in a sudden, startling orgasm at the sight of Elizabeth’s pleasure. She shuddered in her seat, and felt Brian’s hand caress her knee as though he knew only too well what was happening to her.
Elizabeth’s climax seemed to go on and on, and when Deborah looked more closely she saw that Pavin was now continually stimulating her clitoris by sliding its gold ring around, manipulating the moist, throbbing flesh so that it was impossible to tell where one climax ended and another began until eventually Elizabeth’s cries turned to cries for respite and finally his hand was still.
‘That was good,’ said Brian, getting to his feet.
Deborah stared across the room to where Pavin and Richard were carefully helping Elizabeth onto the bed, then they lay one on each side of her and held her in a tender embrace.
‘What happens now?’ she asked.
‘Who knows? I’m sure they’ve got something planned, but we’re not invited to stay for the rest. Why don’t we go and join the others in the pool? I think you need a cool swim!’
‘Did you come?’ asked Flora. ‘I wouldn’t have thought that was your scene, especially since Pavin so clearly enjoys Elizabeth’s body.’
‘I thought it was incredibly erotic,’ confessed Deborah. ‘I suppose I shouldn’t but …’
‘Why on earth not?’ asked Brian, leading her down the winding stairwell and across the courtyard to the pool. ‘You’re perfectly entitled to enjoy anything you like while you’re staying here. Don’t take any notice of Flora. She just hoped you wouldn’t like it because she’s jealous of you. Isn’t that right, Flora?’
‘Why should I be jealous of her?’ asked Flora. ‘She’s only a guest. The rest of us see Pavin all through the year. If she enjoys her two weeks on the island, fine.’
Brian watched her stalk away in the opposite direction. ‘That’s one less for the pool. Come on, let’s see what the others are up to.’
Tansy, Martin and Celia had been swimming seriously for most of the time that Brian and Deborah had been watching Elizabeth receive her pleasure. For Tansy it was vital that she didn’t let all her fitness training achieved while in America go to waste during the fortnight’s holiday, mainly because she didn’t want Paul to stop finding her attractive. Although not outstandingly handsome, his boyish type of looks drew many women, and she was horribly aware that he was two years younger than her; a fact he never considered.
‘Hi!’ Tansy called as the new couple entered the swimming area. ‘Fun over?’
‘The participation part is!’ laughed Brian. ‘Debbie and I thought we’d join you here.’
Martin and Celia could tell from Deborah’s overbright gaze and still flushed cheeks that the scene she’d just witnessed had aroused her. They glanced at each other and nodded, then Martin called out to Brian. ‘We’ve done our required number of laps. Has Deborah seen the water bed yet?’
Brian glanced enquiringly at Deborah who shook her head. Soon the other three were climbing out of the pool and wrapping towels around themselves before padding through a shallow footbath and into a room beyond.
‘This is all totally modern,’ explained Tansy. ‘Pavin might like tradition, but he likes comfort as well. Whenever he swims he plays the sound of dolphins, whales and seagulls through the music system he’s had installed, so that he’s got the best of both worlds. The genuine feel of nature in the warmth of his own tropical pool!’
Celia opened a white wooden door and showed Deborah the large box-shaped wooden surround that was filled by a strange, slightly lumpy looking blue mattress. ‘That’s the water bed. You can make it move by pushing the button at the side there, that way you get waves without moving, or you can move around a lot yourself and make your own waves! Poor Angela used to get seasick on it, so if you’re bad on boats better give it a miss.’
‘I’m fine. Celia, what was Angela like?’ asked Deborah curiously.
Celia frowned. ‘Hard to say really. She was typically American, all blonde hair, teeth and tits, like Tansy only younger and slimmer but she was rather hard. I mean, Pavin’s a hard-headed businessman, but when he likes people he likes them and he’s a good husband and lover. He gave her a lot, but she didn’t give much back in return.’
‘Did he love her?’
Celia smiled a catlike smile. ‘You’d have to ask him that. Has Flora been telling you they were the perfect couple? If so that’s rubbish. They rowed about everything from sex to money but I suppose he loved her. He must have done to have married her. You aren’t falling in love with him I hope?’
‘Why? Isn’t that allowed here either? I thought it was how Tansy and Paul met up.’
‘It’s allowed, but with Pavin I don’t think it’s advisable. He just adores women, and I think two failed marriages are enough for him. In America divorce is an expensive business, especially when you’re as rich as he is.’
‘Stop nattering you two,’ said Brian. ‘Who’s going to try this out first? Or are we all going to have some fun?’
Martin, being British himself, understood Deborah’s reserve better than Brian. ‘I think you and Celia should have first go, Brian. Tansy’s already had her fun in the water.’.
‘That was nothing!’ complained Tansy, but Brian was already stripping off his clothes and Celia dropped her towel and joined him on the bed. As they moved closer to each other the bed began to heave beneath them and Celia squealed with pleasure as she lay face down and let her breasts squash against the rolling undulations of the ribbed mattress.
Brian lay along her spine, his arms spread out on either side of her, and as Celia lifted her hips he slid three fingers beneath her and inside her vagina, palm uppermost, while at the same time bucking so that she was moving around against the pressure within.
Deborah watched them as they rolled and embraced on the water-bed and her own excitement began to rise again. She wanted to have a man make love to her, but suddenly she thought that one man wouldn’t be enough, she’d like to have two as Elizabeth had done.
Martin, standing behind her, slipped his hands around her waist and started to caress her breasts while at the same time pressing forwards with his hips so that she couldn’t fail to feel his erection beneath the towel.
Celia, who despite enjoying herself was watching Deborah closely, suddenly scrambled off the bed, leaving Brian looking somewhat surprised.
‘I’m tired,’ she said with a laugh. ‘Deborah, why don’t you and Martin join Brian? He still seems to have plenty of energy.’
Deborah hastily pulled off her blouse and skirt and then Martin was lifting her onto the bed and for the first time she felt it moving beneath her as she rolled onto the surface.
The men knew that she would be easy to bring to a climax and they both went to work quickly and efficiently. Martin stroked her upper arms, shoulders, neck and breasts while Brian concentrated on her feet, legs and the warm moistness between her thighs.
When he spread her legs and inserted some marbles, similar to those used on Elizabeth, inside her she gasped a mild protest, but then as the bed moved beneath her and the marbles slid around, making her clench her pelvic muscles instinctively, she felt the first tingles of a climax shoot through her and her protests stopped.
Martin enjoyed playing with her breasts. They were so responsive, especially when he flicked at the tips of her nipples with his middle finger and then once they were hard he bent down and nipped them sharply between his teeth, making her throw back her head and setting the water bed moving even more strongly.
For Deborah it was a fantastic experience. She loved the gentle pulsations of the liquid below her, the attentions of Martin’s lips and fingers on her breasts and the way Brian was playing with her clitoris and manipulating the marbles within her. When he started to slowly draw them out she wanted to protest, but then she realised that he was going to replace them with his tongue and he lapped at her in time to the lap of water below the surface of the bed so that she shuddered time and again as they brought her to several small but intense climaxes.
Finally they decided that it was time for the big one. Now the two women joined them on the bed, clinging to any part of Deborah that they could reach and she realised that hands and mouths were all over her, sucking and nipping at her most delicate places. Then, laughingly, they spreadeagled her and held on to her wrists and ankles while Brian carefully eased his way into her now empty vagina. Then he began to move in a forceful rhythm that made the bed surge around more violently than before. Every thrust that he made seemed magnified ten times to Deborah, because the movement of the bed meant that he touched parts of her that were never normally stimulated, and soon she was gasping and panting as she felt the warm liquid heat spreading throughout her body.
Martin kept her hands above her head while Tansy played with her breasts, first licking the nipples and areolae and the blowing on them so that they went from hot to cold and the breasts engorged with the thrill.
As Brian thrust, Celia gently caressed his tight testicles from behind and this was too much for him. With a loud shout he drove into Deborah as hard as he could and this combined with the undulations of the bed tipped her over the edge into a blissful climax at almost the same time as he finally achieved release.
When he withdrew and rolled off the bed, Martin took his place, only he decided to use his tongue on Deborah, determined to see her thrash around on the water bed, totally losing control. She felt him start to touch her with his delicate pointed tongue and reached down to stop him, but Tansy and Celia gripped her hands and Brian stood on the floor gripping her ankles so that she was helpless as Martin re-stimulated her hot, damp flesh and watched her clitoris retreat beneath this renewed assault.
Hastily he lifted a hand and pushed the skin at the top of her pubic mound upwards so that the hood retracted and now he could swirl his tongue around the bud itself, then down across the surrounding tissue and finally up to the entrance to her urethra.
Just as he got there the bed moved violently and the tip of his tongue skimmed the opening. Deborah, already startled by the speed with which her flesh was responding for a second time to the attention it was receiving, felt the muscles at the base of her pelvis contract into a giant wave that rolled up her until it engulfed her entire body in a blinding white flash of tearing satisfaction. The other four released her as she twisted away from them, her body gripped by muscular spasms that made her lose all control as she rolled around the water bed crying with ecstasy while her body continued to be rocked by the now decreasing movements of the water-filled mattress.
‘Not bad, is it?’ drawled Tansy when Deborah was at last motionless, her hair sticking to her head with perspiration. ‘I’m trying to persuade Paul to have one put in our spare room at home!’
Suddenly, now that it was over, Deborah felt shy and she climbed from the bed only to find that her legs wouldn’t support her. Brian grabbed her by the arm and led her to a stool where he helped her dress again.
‘Remember to allow recovery time when you next use the bed! Just what you needed after watching Lizzie, wasn’t it?’
‘It was amazing,’ admitted Deborah. ‘I had no idea how much it would increase all the sensations.’
‘Guess you’re pretty sensitive; it doesn’t work that well for everyone.’
Deborah wondered what it would be like to have Pavin on the bed with her; just the two of them alone together, free to enjoy their lovemaking with all the sensations heightened by the swell of the water. She shivered at the prospect.
Celia and Martin were still on the bed, now joined together while Tansy crouched over Celia’s head and let the other woman make love to her with her lips and tongue.
‘They’ll be a while,’ said Brian. ‘Why don’t you and I have some lunch and then we can find something else to amuse us.’
Deborah hesitated. She found Brian attractive, but sensed that he was dangerous. At times she had seen him watching her with an almost predatory look, as though he wanted to hunt her down, but then she reminded herself that he wouldn’t dare hurt her. He was as much Pavin’s guest as she was, and whenever she wanted to call a halt to anything she could. Since Pavin was going to be busy with Brian’s wife all day it seemed only fair if she spent the time with him, and there was no doubt that he would be able to offer her increasingly hungry flesh new stimulation.
‘Well?’ He was watching her closely and his dark eyes had a strange light in them.
‘That sounds like a very good idea,’ she said with a smile.
‘I hope you still think that by the end of the afternoon,’ he responded, but his tone was light, his lips were curved upwards in a smile and she decided he was only anxious to assure her he’d try to satisfy her.
‘It there anywhere special you’d like us to go?’ he asked when they were eating.
‘It’s beautifully sunny,’ she replied, glancing out of the nearest window. ‘Is there anywhere secluded where we could enjoy ourselves out of doors?’
‘Right away from prying eyes you mean?’
‘Well, yes, and out of the wind!’
‘I know just the place; we’ll go to Puffin’s Cove. Don’t mention it to anyone though or they’ll all come along. It’s such a gorgeous spot but I think it’s time we enjoyed ourselves without spectators, don’t you?’
Deborah smiled at him. ‘Sounds great!’
‘Eat up then and we’ll set off. It takes about twenty minutes on foot. If I wear you out, I’ll carry you home.’
‘You’re on!’ agreed Deborah. Neither of them realised that Sara, who was clearing away the plates from the sideboard behind them, had heard every word.