WHEN THE FILM opened, Pavin and Flora were walking hand in hand towards the bed Flora usually shared with Richard. They slowly undressed each other, until Pavin was entirely nude and Flora had on only hold-up stockings and a black lace bra.
Then, to Deborah’s amazement, Pavin stretched himself down on his back with his arms and legs extended in an X-shape and allowed Flora to tie his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. She had never even considered that Pavin might be willing to surrender control in such a way and found it immediately arousing. He had always seemed such a dominant personality, but if she could have him at her mercy she knew that there were countless things she could do to tease and inflame him, just as she’d been teased during the holiday.
Unfortunately for her it was Flora who was in this position on the film, and when he was securely fastened, Flora opened a second door into the room and the young maid Sara joined the couple.
She was already naked, but stood in front of Flora for an examination of her body. Flora ran her hands assessingly over the large, full-nippled breasts, squeezing them together and running the tip of her tongue across the nipples, then releasing them she spread the maid’s legs apart and felt between her thighs.
‘You’re still quite dry,’ she said approvingly. ‘That means Pavin will have to work all the harder for his satisfaction. Well done.’
Sara remained silent, seemingly aware that her role was a strictly passive one. She was to be used by Flora on Pavin, but quite how Deborah couldn’t make out. The rest of the group seemed to have some inkling, and there was already a sense of sexual excitement in the air. On Deborah’s left she was aware of Brian slipping his hand up beneath the hem of Elizabeth’s skirt.
On the screen, Pavin lifted his head to look over at the maid and immediately his large but flaccid penis stirred slightly. Flora flicked at it with a finger and his stomach jerked. ‘You’ve a long way to go yet, Pavin,’ she cautioned him. ‘Better keep that as still as possible.’
She then signalled for Sara to step forward, and the maid hesitated at the outstretched feet of her employer. ‘He has to bring you to three climaxes with his mouth before he’s allowed his own,’ explained Flora with a lazy smile. ‘Obviously that wouldn’t normally pose too much of a problem for him, but I shall be trying to add a little extra excitement as he works on you. That should test his self-control to the limit.’
‘I may take a long time, Miss Stewart,’ confessed Sara softly. ‘I’m very tired today.’
‘All the better. Pavin likes to extend his endurance time every summer. We’ll start as soon as you’re ready.’
With obvious apprehension the maid climbed onto the bed, and the sight of her sex mound exposed as she clambered over Pavin’s naked body made all the men in the room feel definite stirrings of desire despite their exhausting day.
Within a few seconds, Sara had positioned her naked vulva over Pavin’s face and she crouched a few inches above him for several seconds so that he could see her intimately without being able to touch her in any way.
Immediately his penis sprang into full erection and Flora carefully poured a few drops of baby oil into the palm of her hand and then spread them around his shaft. Pavin gave a soft ‘Aaah!’ of appreciation, mixed with reluctance to allow himself to dwell too soon on the pleasures of his own flesh when he had to satisfy Sara three times.
‘Lower yourself,’ Flora told the maid, and Sara gratefully settled so that she was squatting within reach of his tongue. Pavin stretched upwards, the cords on his neck tight as he ran the very tip not on her sex lips but through the tender folds of skin at the joins of her thighs.
This seemed to please Sara who soon altered her position so that he was forced to allow his tongue to slide along the gradually widening gap between her outer sex lips and then skimmed it over her still pressed together inner lips, trying to tease them apart by running it upwards from the vaginal opening.
Sara, despite her earlier plea of exhaustion, responded quite quickly to this and her inner lips parted speedily so that now Pavin could flick at the inner walls of her damp love channels until the maid was bouncing above him, her excitement visibly mounting.
Just as visible was Pavin’s excitement. His testicles were swollen and when Flora let the baby oil trickle across their surface his whole body tensed in an effort to subdue the pace of his rising climax.
Seeing the man she adored lying there excited almost to breaking point by two other women was almost more than Deborah could stand. Whilst everyone else simply enjoyed the sexuality of the scene, she felt stabs of jealousy that were just as piercing as the stabs of sexual arousal also growing within her.
Once Pavin could feel Sara’s juices flowing, he located her tiny clitoris and drew it carefully into his mouth, then sucked on it with one long steady drawing motion that caused Sara to gasp and throw her head backwards in shock.
‘Try and slow down,’ called Flora, but it was too late. Even from the back view it was quite plain to the watchers that Sara promptly had her first climax as she shuddered and ground herself downwards onto Pavin’s clever lips and tongue.
When she’d finished, Pavin’s erection looked cruelly swollen and his testicles were now drawn right up to his body. Flora ignored this and let her own mouth slip over the head of his glans, sucking softly just as he had sucked on Sara, only without the prolonged intensity that had finished the maid.
Pavin struggled against his bonds and tried to distract himself from the sensations by causing discomfort in wrists or ankles, but the bindings were soft and it was impossible. Instead he had to strain against every natural inclination, trying to subdue his excited flesh despite the warm moistness of the maidservant that was now resting on his chest.
‘Turn around, Sara,’ Flora ordered her. ‘I want to see your face this time, and tilt your upper torso forward a little.’
This pleased the group watching the film because it meant they would be able to see Sara’s growing excitement and her face at the moment of climax, as well as Pavin’s struggle to control himself, but Deborah didn’t want to see the maid taking her pleasure from Pavin. She half-rose from her seat, only to feel the American’s hand pulling her down again.
‘You can’t leave,’ he hissed. ‘Everyone will think you’re jealous, and that’s the last thing we want on these holidays.’
‘I’m tired,’ she protested feebly.
‘Then close your eyes, only I’d rather you didn’t. I want you to watch,’ he added, his hand going round her to cup one quiescent breast. ‘I enjoy having you here with me while this is on. It makes me want you again.’
She knew that he was right and she had to stay, but felt a flicker of distress that he could so happily let her watch him with another woman. She began to appreciate that the depth of his feelings for her were not perhaps the same as hers for him.
On the film, Sara’s new positioning was helpful to Pavin. It meant that by moving his head back and forth he could use the bridge of his nose to keep her inner lips apart and stimulate her clitoris again. Even the fact that it was once more protected by its little hood of flesh didn’t matter because he could nudge this aside with each movement, and as the feelings this caused were so delightful, Sara didn’t try and move out of his way.
On the contrary, she was clearly having the time of her life. Now that she was facing the camera they could see her wide, excited eyes and the flush on her cheeks while her breasts had filled out until they were firm, almost hard, and the nipples fully extended, long and surprisingly dark in colour.
Deborah looked away from the maid and back to between Pavin’s legs. Flora was watching Sara as well, and she knew that the girl’s unconstrained joy in what was being done to her must be arousing Pavin more than he was letting on.
As Sara slowly approached her second orgasm some clear fluid appeared in the slit at the top of Pavin’s glans and Flora took a small strip of silk and drew it across the fluid, so that the moisture was absorbed. She then rolled the end of the silk into a thin line and as Sara cried out with excitement and Pavin inserted his tongue into the maid’s vaginal opening, curling it upwards to try to find her G-spot, Flora inserted the point of the silk into the now clear dry slit. Pavin gasped aloud and Deborah distinctly heard him give a muffled exclamation.
Pavin’s stomach heaved violently and he exhaled sharply so that his warm breath covered Sara’s frantic, throbbing clitoris just as his tongue managed to find the spot it was looking for, and this precipitated her second climax.
Watching the maid come was extremely erotic. Her head went back so that they could all see her taut, creamy neck with a heavily beating pulse in the soft dip at the base, while her breasts rose and her thighs, gripped on each side of Pavin’s chest, shook violently with the intensity of her orgasm. When she slumped forward everyone watching exhaled with her.
All around Deborah there were soft murmurings and the sound of rustling material and sliding hands, but she was only aware of the fact that Pavin’s grip on her breast had tightened and that her flesh was responding despite her own exhaustion and her mixed emotions at the scene on the screen.
She began to feel the heavy ache inside her stomach that meant she would eventually need sexual release, and when she shifted uneasily on her seat she realised that she was moist between her thighs.
Trying to ignore her physical reactions she looked back at the screen.
‘You’re coming rather quickly, Sara,’ said Flora reprovingly.
‘I can’t help it!’ protested the maid. ‘He’s so clever the way he …’
‘Well, try and hold this last one back a little longer.’
The maid nodded, and then repositioned herself so that it was harder for Pavin to reach her. By making him stretch further she hoped to slow him down.
In the meantime. Flora was gliding a well-oiled finger along the American’s highly sensitive perineum. Deborah could tell from the way his leg muscles clenched and his fingers curled into the palms of his hands that this was affecting him, and he worked all the harder on the girl above his head.
He was at a disadvantage now because Sara had tired and her body wasn’t anxious to be rearoused. Despite licking and sucking as he had before, she merely wriggled a little but there was no sign of pre-orgasmic tension. It looked from his straining penis as though he was going to come before the maid did.
Flora clearly thought so too, but just in case she was wrong she decided to make it impossible even for Pavin to control himself. As her finger moved back along the perineum she let it brush briefly against the opening between his buttocks and he strained to lift himself away from her but his bonds meant the relief was very temporary.
Deborah knew that Pavin hated to lose at anything, and she could tell that he immediately began to increase his attentions on the maid. From small wriggles, Sara’s movements began to quicken in tempo as Pavin changed tactics and used his tongue more as a rod than a feather. He kept it rigid and thrust it in and out of her vagina, then spread the resulting milky fluid up along her inner lips so that she was well lubricated for him. This meant that her clitoris at last began to swell again, and her stomach grew round and hard with the added tension.
Flora realised that Pavin was doing better and so she let her finger glide up and down the underside of his shaft three times, then slid it back to the testicles, circled them with a feather-light touch and finally allowed it to go right beneath him, up between his clenched buttocks and into the opening that he was straining to keep closed against her invading finger.
The baby oil meant it was impossible for him to keep her out, and once Flora’s finger was inside, softly moving in tiny circles as it prepared to massage his prostate gland, Pavin knew that he had to make Sara come before it actually reached the gland or he’d be lost.
Still keeping his tongue rigid, he stopped all movement for a moment. Sara’s stimulated body didn’t know what was happening and she froze in surprise, her eyes staring in puzzlement directly into the camera. Then Pavin drummed the hard point of his tongue incessantly against the stem of her tense, unprepared and swollen nub.
After the moment’s stillness it was all the more arousing, and this time Sara actually screamed as the pleasure flooded over her for a third and final time and her muscles bunched in ecstatic release.
Flora, who had just been preparing to touch the unbearably sensitive gland deep within the American, had to withdraw her finger. She glared at the rosy-faced and now sated Sara with barely concealed anger.
‘You were meant to last longer than that!’
Sara shook her head. ‘I’m sorry, miss. I couldn’t.’
Pavin lifted his head from the pillow. ‘Let the girl go, Flora and untie me. I think you’ll have to admit defeat again this year!’
As Sara hurried from the room, Flora released Pavin from the bed. He was still hugely erect, and as soon as he was free he was pushing Flora up against the wall, his head bent to her breasts as he sucked on her already swollen nipples through the black lace bra.
It seemed as though he couldn’t wait to pay her back for what she’d put him through, and he tore the bra from her with his teeth, letting the frayed edges of lace dangle against the sides of her breasts as he bit and sucked on them ferociously.
Flora was clearly enjoying his aggression, but when she bent herself forward from the waist in readiness for him to penetrate her he grabbed hold of her instead and bundled her onto the bed, her head hanging down from the foot of it.
Then he positioned himself across her upper torso and his huge hands grasped the breasts that were now damp, swollen and heavy from his mouth and pushed his rock-hard erection between the two globes.
‘I want you inside me!’ gasped Flora.
Pavin ignored her. He knew what he wanted, and he’d waited a long time for it. His hands pressed hard on the outsides of Flora’s breasts, and he thrust his penis in and out between them until at last he felt the hot liquid rising up through his shaft. Then he withdrew from between the breasts and as his seed finally spilled out of him he directed it so that it covered Flora’s nipples and areolae, massaging it into them as it fell. Only when the last drops had disappeared did he release her.
Flora gazed up at him. ‘What about me?’ she asked with a smile.
Pavin smiled back at her. ‘This was my treat, remember? You’ll have plenty of fun during the next two weeks.’
The expression of incredulous dismay on Flora’s face almost made the whole thing worthwhile for Deborah, but just as the other woman rolled onto her face to hide her dismay, Pavin took a small vibrator from the bedside table and slowly but expertly used it all over her body and genitals until she too had reached a full and satisfying climax.
As Flora’s face, still taut from her orgasm, filled the screen, the film came to an end and then they were all left in total darkness for a few seconds before the lights came on and on Deborah’s left she distinctly heard the small muffled sighs of total pleasure coming from Elizabeth.
Once the lights were on drinks were poured for everyone, but Brian and Elizabeth took theirs away to their room. ‘Obviously their kind of film!’ laughed Martin.
Deborah looked across the room to where Pavin was talking animatedly to Flora. ‘I’m not sure it was mine.’
He looked thoughtfully at her. ‘Why don’t we take a stroll round the grounds? I could do with some fresh air and it’s still light out there.’
Deborah decided that was a good idea. Somehow the cloying sexual tension in the room, the obvious excitement engendered by the film, were too overpowering for her and since Pavin clearly wasn’t ready to go to bed a walk was a welcome diversion.
As they strolled across the courtyard Martin took hold of her hand. ‘You didn’t like that, did you?’
‘It was very sexy,’ she replied cautiously. ‘I could quite see why everyone enjoyed it.’
‘But you didn’t?’ he persisted.
‘No, not much.’
He sat down on a wooden bench, its slats weathered by age. ‘You know, it doesn’t do to get emotionally involved with people like us.’
‘But most of you are involved emotionally; you bring your partners here!’
‘We were in steady relationships before we took these holidays. You’ve fallen for Pavin since the holiday began.’
‘I fell for him the first night we met,’ she confessed. ‘It was purely physical at first, but now it’s more.’
‘And that’s what’s making it difficult for you?’
Deborah nodded. ‘I suppose so. What I don’t understand is why I can easily take pleasure from other people myself, but I don’t like watching Pavin do the same thing.’
Martin stared off into the distance. ‘It’s partly the very fact that you’re not in a secure relationship with him. If you were then all the rest would just be fun. As it is, you and Flora are really in competition with each other. Pavin knows this. It probably amused him to sit with you watching himself and Flora having a thoroughly good time.’
‘He isn’t like that!’ protested Deborah. ‘He genuinely believes this holiday is simply for fun. He never meant me to get as involved as I have, and nor did I.’
‘Well, you are and you can’t alter that, so what do you intend to do once you get back to London? This kind of lifestyle is rather a hard act to follow.’
‘I think I’ll travel,’ said Deborah decisively. ‘I’ve never had the courage before, but after this I don’t think it will seem much of a risk. I’ll try working my way round the world.’
Martin laughed. ‘You’d be snapped up before you’d gone through Europe. Besides, will Pavin prove that easy to forget?’
‘I’ve no idea, but I’ll have to try won’t I? Unless you think he’s intending to employ me himself?’
Martin looked genuinely shocked. ‘Heavens, no! I wasn’t suggesting anything like that. He really isn’t that keen on having the British working for him. He likes the women but can’t work out what makes the men tick. I think he prefers people to shout and make a loud noise when things go wrong. Because I don’t, he imagines I don’t realise what’s happening. That’s why I’m in public relations, you know. He said since I was always so damned agreeable he’d put it to good use and I could be agreeable to potential opponents or troublemakers!’
‘But you like him?’ asked Deborah.
‘Everyone likes Pavin. I like these holidays too. They always cheer Celia up. She’s very Celtic you know; dark and brooding. Without the breaks I’m not sure I’d keep her happy.’
Deborah was surprised. ‘Surely you don’t intend to go on taking these sort of holidays as you get older?’
‘Why not? Pavin’s still going strong and he’s forty-two. I’ve some way to go before that and as long as I’m still in his employment I hope I continue to be invited. I’d find Brighton a bit boring, don’t you think!’
‘So, what would you advise?’ asked Deborah.
‘That you try not to take anything too seriously; get as much personal satisfaction from your last couple of days as you can and then busy yourself in the publishing world again. There must be work for someone like you, and after a while all this will seem like a kind of dream.’
Deborah stood up and turned back towards the castle. ‘I’m sure you’re right, but it won’t be possible. You see, I’m not the same person any more. I shall have to travel, or move abroad permanently. I need a different kind of life now. Pavin’s ruined me for the one I used to lead! But I definitely shall make sure I get as much satisfaction as I can before I go.’
‘Well, as long as you do what you really want it’s sure to work out,’ said Martin with a smile.
‘One thing,’ added Deborah. ‘Do you think Pavin will marry Flora?’
‘I used to think so, now I’m not so sure. We’d better be getting back, the breeze is cooler than I expected.’
In the library there was only Flora, Pavin and Celia left. All the others had gone to bed.
‘Where were you?’ demanded Celia.
‘He took me out for some air; I felt a bit faint,’ said Deborah.
Flora smiled knowingly. ‘Film too much for you?’
‘No, I’m overtired from earlier exertions,’ responded Deborah sweetly, and had the satisfaction of seeing the other woman’s smile fade.
Pavin laughed. ‘I thought you two Brits had run off with each other for a quick midnight swim. You’d have needed wet suits though, the water’s freezing.’
‘I quite like the idea of Deborah in a wet suit,’ laughed Martin as he and Celia left.
Pavin pulled Deborah to him and hugged her. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were going outside?’
‘Aren’t we free to do as we like here?’ asked Flora sharply.
Pavin looked at her over Deborah’s head. ‘Sure we are, but you know as well as I do that we usually say if we’re going off with just one other person.’
‘We were only taking a stroll!’ laughed Deborah, revelling in the feeling of being held so tightly against him and knowing too that Flora must be highly irritated.
‘She’s in no danger from Martin,’ retorted Flora, deciding that it was time she joined Richard who at least was always pleased to see her. ‘He likes his women small and dark.’
‘He’s no different from the rest of us,’ retorted Pavin. ‘He likes women, just as you ladies all like men! Come on, Debs. Time for bed.’
When they were lying side by side in the darkness, Deborah decided to ask Pavin something that had been puzzling her from the moment the film began. ‘Didn’t you mind being tied up?’ she asked softly. ‘You’re normally in such a powerful position, didn’t you hate it?’
‘I loved it, honey. Believe me, there’s nothing like giving up all responsibility and letting two lovely ladies take care of you, even if you are turning it into a kind of challenge.’
‘Would you have enjoyed it even if you’d lost?’
He was silent for a moment. ‘Maybe not; I’ll have to wait until I do and then I’ll know. If I don’t then I shan’t play it again. That’s one advantage of running your own party, you can always drop the games you tire of!’
She snuggled against him and closed her eyes in preparation for sleep. ‘Sometimes I don’t think you’re anything more than an overgrown schoolboy, Pavin.’
He guided her hand to where his penis was beginning to stir. ‘Very overgrown, I’m afraid. We’d better get to sleep before I have to do something about this. Sleep well, honey.’
Rather to her surprise, she did.
The next morning, Pavin decided to have a lie-in and remembering that it was a quiet day with nothing special planned, Deborah dressed casually in a pleated button-through linen skirt and cotton camisole top. She thought that she might try walking right round the island before lunch.
During breakfast everyone discussed their plans. Some of the women wanted to simply swim and laze around in the steam room but Tansy was persuaded to join Paul, Martin and Richard in the dungeon. ‘We don’t want to waste the plastic surgeon’s efforts,’ said Richard. ‘What about you, Debbie?’
‘I thought I’d like to walk right round the island,’ replied Deborah.
‘On your own?’
‘I’ll go with her,’ volunteered Brian.
Everyone waited for Deborah’s response. She wasn’t sure what to say. Brian held an attraction for her that she tried to deny, knowing it was the kind of attraction that led to destruction. She was about to refuse his offer, and then suddenly remembering her talk with Martin, decided to accept. She would soon be gone, and was highly unlikely to meet up with Brian again. She would let herself spend some time alone with him and find out exactly what it was that drew her to him.
‘I’d like that,’ she said slowly.
‘As long as you’re sure,’ said Richard, and then they all went their separate ways.
‘You know, I didn’t expect you to accept my offer, especially after what happened at Puffin’s Cove,’ confessed Brian.
‘I wasn’t going to, but I changed my mind.’
They walked for some time in comparative silence, Brian occasionally pointing out a rare arctic skua in the sky, one pursuing a tern until it dropped the fish it was holding in its beak. She saw oystercatchers, ringed plovers and redshanks as well as a beautiful hen harrier.
‘You know all about feathered birds too!’ she laughed when he’d finished describing the nesting habits of the short-eared owl with great enthusiasm.
Brian laughed. ‘Since coming here I’ve kind of gotten into this stuff more. It relaxes me, something that nothing else has been able to do.’
‘Not even marriage to Elizabeth?’
He grinned. ‘Marriage to Elizabeth is bliss and all I could ever want but it is not and never will be relaxing!’
After he’d shown her a long and rather frightening chambered cairn, or ‘burial ship’ as Brian called it, the couple sat down on the surrounding grassy area and raised their faces to the sun.
‘It hasn’t rained once since I got here!’ exclaimed Deborah. ‘I always imagined the Orkneys to be drab little islands.’
‘They’re bleak as hell in winter, but a genuine haven in the summer,’ he responded, rolling onto his back and pulling her down beside him. ‘Why did you agree to me coming with you then?’ he added.
‘Because I wanted to find out what it is about you that I find attractive,’ retorted Deborah.
Brian laughed. ‘That’s honest! Maybe it’s my lean and hungry look?’
‘I lived with a man who had a lean and hungry look, and this isn’t the same kind of attraction. I know very well you’d be bad for me, Brian, but I often find myself looking at you and wondering what it would be like to be Elizabeth. To have you in my bed and close to me every day.’
‘You’re right about one thing, I’d be bad for you,’ he said slowly. ‘I’ve been at this game too long. I need more than ordinary women can give in order for my interest to be sustained. Besides, when I look at you I know we’re bad for each other too. You see, I could get to like hurting you and I think I could get you to like it. Then where would we be?’
‘Where you and Elizabeth are.’
He shook his head. ‘Not so, Debbie. Elizabeth is a genuine masochist. You’re not, so I’d be changing you, twisting your nature and that isn’t good for anyone.’
‘Make love to me,’ she said suddenly. ‘Don’t think about who I am or what I want, just do it.’
‘I only make love to Elizabeth, Debbie. I have sex with everyone else. It’s good sex, and I’m involved, but it isn’t making love. I want you to know that before we begin.’
‘That’s all right,’ said Deborah, feeling a wild abandonment rising up inside her and astonished at her own behaviour. ‘It won’t be lovemaking for me either.’
‘I know,’ said Brian. ‘You keep that for Pavin, only he probably doesn’t realise it yet. You are sure about this, Deborah? Once we start, there’s no going back. Don’t try calling a halt on me at the last minute.’
‘I won’t. I need to know what you’re like, and why I want you the way I do. I’ll be leaving soon, this might be my only chance to find out, and that’s what this holiday’s for, isn’t it? To do the things we want but wouldn’t usually have the chance to try?’
Brian propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her, his eyes so dark they looked black and his face very pale. ‘All right, Deborah. You’ve convinced me. I’ll show you exactly the kind of person I am. Who knows, you might learn something about yourself as well.’