IT WAS A little after eight when Tom arrived at Cressida’s house that evening. She’d already telephoned Detective Chief Inspector Williams and, as she’d expected, he’d been delighted that Guy Cronje had spoken to her and made admiring comments to his partner. He’d also been pleased to learn that in the morning she would have a chance to search the whole gallery, but he reminded her to take care to replace things where she found them. Remembering Guy’s edgy nervousness, Cressida thought this was probably very good advice.
‘Good day?’ asked Tom, throwing his scruffy zip jacket over the back of a chair.
Cressida picked it up and hung it on a hook in the lobby. ‘Yes, it went well. I met the boss and I’ve been given the keys so that I can open up the gallery tomorrow. Not bad after two days, is it?’
‘They can’t have anything there that matters,’ said Tom dismissively. ‘No intelligent criminal would let a stranger loose in the place if there was anything there to hide.’
‘Perhaps he isn’t a criminal,’ said Cressida, intensely irritated by this put-down. ‘Maybe he’s what he seems – a successful promoter in the world of art – and your lot in CID are all totally wrong about him. Have you thought of that?’
‘Hey, what’s wrong? Have I said something I shouldn’t?’ asked Tom, clearly startled by her response.
‘I was feeling quite pleased with myself until you spoilt it,’ said Cressida shortly. ‘Even the great Detective Chief Inspector Williams said I’d done well, but apparently Detective Sergeant Tom Penfold knows better.’
‘I hope you do find something,’ he assured her. ‘It’s just hard to believe he’d make it that easy for you.’
‘Let’s forget work, shall we?’ suggested Cressida. ‘Do you still want to order a takeaway?’
Tom smiled. ‘Later, perhaps. I thought we might find something else to occupy us for a while.’
Cressida, who was still aroused by the memory of looking at ‘The Puppet’, felt a rush of excitement. ‘That sounds a good idea,’ she agreed. ‘Come on, let’s go upstairs.’
Once they were in the bedroom Tom started to take his clothes off in his usual methodical way, but this time Cressida wanted to inject some of the urgency that she’d sensed in Guy Cronje into her sex life, and she quickly took off her own clothes and then began to undo the buttons on Tom’s shirt.
‘You’re in a rush!’ he exclaimed, taking a step back.
‘Let me undress you,’ suggested Cressida, but Tom still helped and when he was finally naked he stood in the middle of the bedroom floor, apparently uncertain how to proceed.
‘What’s the matter?’ asked Cressida.
‘I’m not sure what you want. You seem in a funny mood.’
‘I want you, Tom,’ she whispered, and then she began to push him towards the bed until he was lying on his back, his head supported by three pillows.
Cressida was feeling more excited than she had for a long time, and images of the woman in chains and the watching man’s taut muscles kept flashing through her brain as she joined Tom on the bed. Slowly she knelt over his body, facing his feet so that she could press her breasts and belly against his stomach and chest as she lowered herself on to him, and then she gently lifted his slowly stirring penis into her mouth.
With her legs spread wide across his chest, Cressida knew that she was totally exposed to Tom’s view, and her entire vulva felt as though it was already swollen with desire. She wriggled her hips slightly to encourage Tom to touch her there, but he didn’t respond so instead she concentrated on him.
She held the base of his penis in her left hand and then licked up each of the sides of the shaft in turn, running the blade of her tongue up from base to tip in firm leisurely strokes that soon had his penis fully erect while the glans darkened in colour.
Now she began to flick her tongue softly across the ridge on the underside of his erection, and when he finally uttered a tiny moan of pleasure she moved the tip of her tongue and ran it round the ridge instead until he groaned once more. She kept repeating this pattern, alternately crossing and circling the incredibly sensitive ridge, and at the same time she tightened her grip on the base of his penis and moved her hand rapidly up and down until the moment she felt his hips lift and his belly harden beneath her breasts. Then she stopped and lifted her head.
‘Don’t stop!’ gasped Tom. ‘I was just about to come.’
Cressida turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. ‘What about me?’ she asked softly.
‘I’ll see to you later,’ he promised. ‘Just do what you were doing before.’
‘I want you to make me come first,’ said Cressida, and Tom’s eyes widened in shock. ‘Touch my bottom,’ she urged him. ‘Use your imagination for once! I want us to come at the same time.’
Tom didn’t reply, and Cressida pressed her breasts down more firmly against his lower stomach, rubbing the hard peaks of her tiny nipples to and fro against his flesh, which at least stimulated her breasts for her, but she still refused to move her mouth back to where Tom wanted it and finally she felt his hands cupping the cheeks of her bottom.
He stroked her tentatively at first, but then his fingers wandered beneath her and she pushed her bottom higher so that he could easily massage the whole of her vulva. The moment she felt his fingers caressing her there she began to writhe desperately against him as the simmering excitement that had started back at the gallery began to build towards an orgasm.
When she felt his fingers part her outer sex lips and slide along the damp inner channel until he reached her swollen clitoris, she finally took his penis back into her mouth and this time she not only licked the ridge beneath the glans but also sucked on the glans itself.
Tom’s hips lifted off the bed as he felt his heart rate increasing, and the sexual tension at the base of his penis increased to the point where he always lost control. He’d never known Cressida behave like this before, but at this moment he didn’t want to think about that – he simply wanted to come and he knew that in order for that to happen she had to come too. Swiftly his fingers located the small hard bud of pleasure and he ran them along each side of the mass of nerve endings before gently brushing the side of the stem itself.
Cressida’s breathing was shallow and every muscle tight as he at last touched her where she most wanted to be touched. Now the almost unbearable tension made her hips jerk instinctively and for a moment Tom lost contact with her clitoris and the build-up towards her release faltered. Luckily he quickly pulled her back down to him and then he was softly massaging all around the clitoris once more and she felt a sharp flash of pleasure, so intense it was almost pain, dart through her lower belly.
This always happened just before she came, and knowing that her own release was near Cressida moved her hand up and down the full length of Tom’s shaft while her tongue whirled around the glans, dipping into the slit on the top so that she tasted the tangy salt of the clear fluid that had gathered there earlier. When the tiny point of her tongue dipped into the slit and her mouth continued to suck on him, Tom lost all control and with a shout he thrust up off the bed, his chest rubbing hard against Cressida’s softly rounded belly.
This added pleasure on Cressida’s already engorged pelvic area, and meant that her climax rushed through her with unexpected speed. She heard herself cry out only seconds after Tom and then the wonderful hot pleasure spread through her body until at last she slumped, limp and sated, on top of him.
For several minutes they lay together in silence, and Cressida was just about to say how wonderful it had been when Tom rolled out from under her. ‘What on earth got into you tonight?’ he asked, sounding less than pleased.
Cressida reversed herself until she was lying with her head next to Tom’s. ‘I felt like doing something different. Didn’t you enjoy it?’
‘I wasn’t given much choice,’ he muttered.
Cressida couldn’t have been more shocked if he’d slapped her. ‘What are you saying? That you didn’t like it? You seemed keen enough; I had to remind you that I needed attention too, you were so lost in the pleasure of it all.’
‘I’m not saying I didn’t have a great orgasm, I did. It just wasn’t … Well, it isn’t the way you usually behave and it made me feel strange.’
Cressida remembered Guy’s words about the woman in the picture. ‘You mean, you don’t like women being in control, is that it?’ she demanded.
Tom sighed. ‘Let’s not argue. It made a nice change, but I always like making love to you and you aren’t naturally an aggressive sort of person so I think that in future I’d rather we stuck to the kind of thing we normally do.’
‘Perhaps I should just lie back and think of England,’ snapped Cressida. ‘God, Tom, you can be incredibly boring sometimes.’
‘If you ask me, it isn’t doing you any good mixing with this arty set,’ muttered Tom. ‘The sooner your undercover job’s over the better as far as I’m concerned. ‘You’ve already changed. Heaven knows what you’ll be like in a few weeks’ time.’
‘I’m sorry you don’t like it, but since you disapprove you’ll probably be relieved to hear that Detective Chief Inspector Williams says we have to stop seeing each other for a while,’ said Cressida. ‘I wasn’t going to take any notice, but after this I think he’s definitely right.’
‘Why?’ demanded Tom.
‘He wants me to seem unattached, and if we were seen out anywhere together that would show I wasn’t. We can’t afford the risk.’
‘But we could still meet like this,’ Tom pointed out.
‘I think that’s a very bad idea,’ said Cressida, climbing off the bed and pulling on her robe. ‘You make it very clear that you don’t like what I’m doing, but I’m under orders and I’ve got no choice. I don’t want to be pulled in two directions at once and it will make things easier for me as well if we stop seeing each other until this job’s over.’
Tom held out a hand to her. ‘I didn’t mean to spoil it tonight, Cress. I admit I’m not happy about what you’re having to do and that makes me feel threatened. When you took over in bed as well it was the last straw, but I did enjoy what we did and –’
‘I’ll order the takeaway,’ said Cressida, walking out of the bedroom.
At the same time as Cressida was picking up the phone, Guy and Marcia were drawing up outside the late Lord Summers’ house on the outskirts of London. Guy spoke his name into the security phone at the gates, and as they swung open he eased the car between the tall brick pillars.
The house, set in half an acre of land, was magnificent. It was split level, and the mixture of light and dark bricks together with imitation wooden beams on the top third of the outer front wall made a very striking impression.
‘Rather large for our Alice to live in on her own, isn’t it?’ asked Marcia.
‘I doubt if she’ll stay here,’ responded Guy. ‘No doubt she’ll sell everything she’s allowed to sell and buy herself a nice place in sunny Spain where she can meet another wealthy older man. Once the problems over the estate have been sorted out, of course!’ He smiled to himself.
‘Here she comes,’ murmured Marcia as the slim figure of Lady Alice appeared at the top of the steps. ‘Not a twin-set and pearls day it seems!’
Guy surveyed Alice with interest. She had a capacity to surprise him that he found highly stimulating, and although he was annoyed with her over the visit from her solicitor, he was still fascinated by her sexuality, a sexuality that was totally at odds with her appearance.
Alice was 30, but didn’t look a day over 22. Her naturally blonde hair was enhanced with ash-blonde streaks. She had recently grown out the layers from her urchin cut in an effort to cultivate a more sophisticated look, and while it was at the difficult in-between stage she’d taken to gelling it back off her fine-boned face, which if anything made her appear even younger. Only the heavy lidded dark grey eyes hinted at her real nature.
Marcia was right; it wasn’t a twin-set and pearls day. Alice was wearing a deep red ankle-length silk wrap skirt, split to mid-thigh, and a startling red silk bustier that clung tightly just above her breasts and was heavily embroidered in gold and silver. On her feet were high-heeled silver sandals with slim ankle straps.
‘I didn’t expect to see Marcia,’ remarked Alice as Guy kissed her on the cheek.
‘I didn’t expect to see your solicitor earlier,’ responded Guy. ‘However, I didn’t let it spoil my day, and I’m sure Marcia won’t spoil tonight for us. After all, we’ve spent many an enjoyable evening together in the past, haven’t we!’ He laughed, but Alice looked doubtful.
‘That was when Michael was alive. I’m not sure it will be the same with three of us rather than four.’
‘We’ll just have to find out then, won’t we?’ said Guy briskly, putting a hand between Alice’s shoulder blades and propelling her back up the steps and into the house.
Behind him, Marcia smiled to herself. She could imagine how Alice must be feeling. She’d anticipated a night with Guy, visualised Guy pleasuring her to the point of ecstasy for hour upon intimate hour. Now it was spoilt. There would be pleasure – exquisite pleasure – but of a different kind. It was a clever move by Guy, and one that should ensure they didn’t have any more visits from Lady Alice’s solicitor.
The room into which Alice led them was one that always made Marcia shudder. She understood the powerful impact clear lines and austere furnishings could make, but this looked like something out of a science fiction movie. It had been dreamt up by a very new and popular designer, and although the late Lord Summers had voiced his displeasure, Alice had told him it was perfect and he was behaving like an old fogey. That had been enough to silence him, at least in public.
The floors were bare pine, light coloured and so polished that you could see your reflection in them. Large glass tables of varying heights were dotted around the vast room, and ergonomically correct chairs in varying shades of greens and pinks were placed around them. Large green palms and what Guy always described as jungle vegetation stood in pots round the walls, and the large windows were protected by continental-style blinds.
‘I’ve often wondered if Mark thought your late husband was a dentist,’ commented Guy, sitting down in one of the few comfortable chairs at the far end of the oblong room.
‘His name’s Marco, and I’m surprised you don’t like the design more,’ retorted Alice. ‘You’re meant to have an eye for new talent.’
‘If he came to me with a painting like this I’d suggest he tried another job,’ said Guy shortly. ‘Come along, Alice, you’re neglecting us. How about some champagne?’
‘I’ll ask Mrs Rogers to fetch some,’ said Alice quickly. ‘Then shall I tell her she won’t be needed any more tonight?’ She looked hesitantly at Guy, clearly uncertain as to how the evening was going to proceed now that Marcia was here.
‘I shan’t be needing her!’ laughed Guy. ‘How about you, Marcia?’
Marcia, who was examining an abstract painting hanging behind some of the potted vegetation, shook her head. ‘She’s not my type either!’
As Alice left to organise the drinks, Guy glanced around him thoughtfully. ‘I think that table by the wall might be useful,’ he murmured. ‘Let’s move it nearer this chair, and pull the other comfortable chair over here. Alice will be spending quite a lot of time on the table top, and I want us to be able to see her, and her us.’
A few minutes later Mrs Rogers brought in the champagne, together with an ice bucket and three glasses. ‘It’s nice to see you again, Mr Cronje,’ she said with a smile. ‘I know how much poor Lord Summers valued your company, and Lady Alice is rather lonely now he’s no longer with us. It’s very kind of you to take the time to call. So many friends seem to disappear once a husband dies, isn’t that right, Lady Alice?’
A frown creased Alice’s normally smooth brow. ‘I hardly think Guy’s interested in my social life, Mrs Rogers. That will be all for tonight, thank you.’
‘How to keep the servants happy!’ remarked Guy sarcastically. ‘Really, Alice, you still haven’t grasped the way to deal with the domestic help, have you? I’m afraid your background shows when you’re rude to Mrs Rogers.’
‘I’ve no idea what you mean,’ said Alice, looking annoyed.
‘I was remembering your mother and what a sociable young lady she’s reputed to have been. Still, no doubt that’s all long forgotten. Or is it? Why does Mrs Rogers think you’re being neglected by your friends?’
‘Because she isn’t blind,’ snapped Alice, losing her composure. ‘No one calls any more, not since they heard whispers about problems with the estate. I can’t imagine why they think it’s got anything to do with me. I don’t know the first thing about art.’
‘Or interior designers,’ murmured Marcia to herself.
‘I suppose that’s why you asked your solicitor to call on me,’ said Guy slowly. ‘Knowing that I’m something of an expert in that field you presumably thought I might be able to help him track down the missing paintings, is that right?’
Alice chewed on her bottom lip. ‘In a way,’ she muttered.
Guy smiled. ‘I thought I must be right. After what we’ve been to each other I didn’t imagine you’d suggest I was in any way involved in the disappearance of these paintings. It’s just unfortunate that your solicitor had got hold of the wrong end of the stick. Well, since that’s sorted out, let’s start the champagne, shall we?’
Looking immensely relieved, Alice handed him the bottle. ‘Would you open it, Guy?’
‘Of course. While I’m doing that, perhaps you’d be kind enough to lie face down on that glass-topped table there, the one I had Marcia move while you were out of the room.’
Alice stared at him. ‘Do what?’
‘Lie face down on the table,’ he repeated softly. ‘Come along, Alice. I thought you wanted some fun in your life again. It’s a little late in our relationship to start going coy, don’t you think?’
Slowly Alice obeyed him, sliding herself across the width of the table so that her upper torso was hanging over one side and her legs dangled down the other.
‘Keep your head down,’ said Guy softly. ‘In a moment, Marcia and I will bring you your champagne. I know you like it well chilled.’
Marcia half-filled two glasses and strolled to where the prone girl was lying across the table top. Guy crouched down and slowly peeled back the top of the elaborate basque until both of Lady Alice’s firm white breasts were totally exposed. Then he took one of the glasses from Marcia and they each took hold of one of the dangling breasts and dipped them into the chilled champagne.
Alice drew in her breath sharply as the cold liquid touched her warm skin. Both Marcia and Guy squeezed her breasts firmly at the top and then rotated them so that her rapidly hardening nipples and the surrounding area were thoroughly immersed in the sparkling drink.
As Alice began to tremble with rising excitement, the glasses were removed and Guy pressed his right hand softly against the exposed nape of her neck. ‘Sit up, Alice. We’d like to taste the drink now.’
Without a word, Alice obeyed. She’d been in a state of heightened sexual tension all day waiting for Guy’s visit, and now that he was here and her arousal had begun she could feel an orgasm starting to build, even at this moment.
‘It might be better if she lay back,’ suggested Marcia. Guy nodded, and pressed against Alice’s bare shoulders. She felt him pressing her backward and as soon as her spine was against the table the pair of them leant over her and started to lick the champagne from her dripping breasts.
Guy only licked for a few seconds and then began to suck, drawing her large brown nipple into his mouth and twirling the tip of his tongue around its peak while he kept up the powerful suction. Marcia sipped at the liquid in a far more delicate way. Her tongue swirled around the underside of Alice’s left breast and then moved slowly upward until she could sweep it across the top of the nipple.
The contrast in the way they were using their mouths was incredibly arousing, and Alice heard herself moan softly with delight. Guy looked across her body and nodded at Marcia who nodded back at him. Lady Alice was relaxed, sexually aroused and anticipating her first orgasm. It was all going very well.
‘Sit up now,’ said Guy sharply. ‘While Marcia and I have a proper drink we want you to keep us entertained. You are, after all, our hostess!’
‘But …’ Alice’s voice trailed off as she realised that for the first time she didn’t have her husband with her. She was totally alone with Guy and Marcia, and if she wanted sexual satisfaction, as she certainly did, then she was going to have to play the game their way. She could protest, but then they’d go. That was the last thing Alice wanted now, because her well-trained and demanding body was tingling with excitement and longed for sexual release.
She sat up, a slightly bemused look on her face, and Guy’s voice changed so that now it was kind and reassuring. ‘That’s better. What a very attractive skirt,’ he added, as the material fell apart, exposing almost all of her legs. ‘Panties? I think we can do without those, don’t you, Marcia?’
‘They’ll certainly be in the way,’ commented Marcia, reaching up beneath the red skirt. As Guy lifted Alice slightly off the table, Marcia slipped the whisp of white silk down the other woman’s legs. ‘There, now she’s ready for us,’ she said with satisfaction.
Turning away, Guy opened the briefcase that he’d brought with him. ‘Good. What shall we use? I think this one. I seem to remember that it was a great favourite of yours, Alice, in days gone by.’
Alice, her grey eyes watchful, stared as he withdrew a soft, bendy latex vibrator from the case and then walked back towards her. ‘Now, I’m going to let you play with this for a time. Part your legs, Alice.’
Marcia watched as the lean legs separated, exposing a glimpse of light brown pubic hair, and then Guy was covering the end of the soft flexible vibrator in jelly and easing it inside the trembling Alice. Once it was inserted he pulled her to the edge of the table, so that her legs dangled towards the floor and she was sitting impaled on the vibrator. Then he switched it on.
Lady Alice felt the first gentle tremors of the soft, pliable vibrator and the darts of pleasure travelled outward, spreading behind her clitoris and up through her lower pelvis. She shook with mounting desire and felt her nipples, still sticky from the champagne, hardening beneath the gaze of Guy and Marcia.
Marcia could imagine how Alice was feeling, and knew that before very long the other woman would need further stimulation because the vibrator alone had never been sufficient to bring her to a climax. This was something that Guy was aware of, and part of the reason why he’d chosen it.
Alice’s breathing quickened and her face and neck started to flush with arousal. She gave a tiny whimper of excitement and her hands gripped the edge of the table as she attempted to angle herself slightly forward and increase the sensations behind her now tight bud of pleasure.
‘Sit still, Alice,’ murmured Guy laconically. Alice’s eyes met his. She recognised the look of control in them, but decided to ignore it. She’d waited all day for this and didn’t intend to wait a moment longer than necessary now that he was here.
Just the same, she didn’t quite dare move, so instead she started to inch one of her hands closer to her leg. If she could only touch herself between her thighs – softly rotate her clitoris that was being continually stimulated by the vibrations from inside her vagina – then she knew she’d come instantly.
Guy knew that as well, and he saw what was happening. As Alice’s hand started to lift from the table he jumped out of his chair and crossed the short space between them in two strides, grabbing her wrist in his hand. ‘Not yet, Alice. I want to make quite sure that Marcia and I don’t have any further visits from your solicitor, or have to listen to any more veiled threats about police involvement. Do I have your word on that?’
‘Yes!’ shouted Alice, trying to pull her hand away from him as the whole of her lower body started to feel tight and swollen due to the relentless squirming and throbbing of the vibrator deep within her.
‘After all,’ continued Guy, stroking one of her breasts softly with his free hand as she continued to shudder and whimper with sexual need, ‘you too have things to hide. Things that your late husband’s trustees might not approve of, isn’t that true?’
Alice was beginning to pant aloud as her breath quickened. Guy’s fingers were so soft against her breasts that now wonderful sensations were travelling down from her nipple to join those in her lower belly. ‘Yes, yes, I know,’ she gabbled. ‘I’m sorry, Guy. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just wanted to get him out of here. He was driving me mad with his stupid questions about Michael and the people he mixed with. I thought you could handle him better than I could.’
‘How thoughtful,’ said Guy, and suddenly he began to squeeze her nipple between two fingers, very softly at first but with increasing pressure until she wasn’t quite sure that it was pleasure she was feeling any more. Even if it wasn’t, her body was responding in a way it had never responded before, and she heard herself sobbing for him to let her come as the tension continued to mount remorselessly.
With one final squeeze of the rapidly darkening nipple, Guy released her breasts and his hand travelled down through the valley between them and then across her stomach so that every muscle within her seemed to leap with excited anticipation.
‘Then you’ll keep him away from us from now on?’ asked Guy softly.
‘Yes!’ shouted Alice. ‘How many times do I have to tell you? I promise I won’t let him bother you again. Now, let me come.’
‘Marcia, over here,’ commanded Guy. He felt Alice stiffen but ignored her resistance. He wanted Marcia to be the one to allow the desperate young woman her release, because he knew that he and Marcia would be visiting Lady Alice again and they needed to keep her in their power. She must accept them both as a source of pleasure, not just him, although he would also visit on his own because he enjoyed taking her in the privacy of her bedroom, away from any other eyes.
Marcia knelt down on the floor and spread Alice’s quivering legs apart. Then, with incredible delicacy, she separated the outer sex lips. Slowly she allowed her tongue to slide up one side of the damp channel, moving the vibrator slightly to one side as Guy eased Alice’s body back a little to make it easier for her, until it reached the tight mass of nerve endings that would provide the trigger for final release.
Alice felt the soft pressure moving ever upward and began to shout in a frenzy of need until finally Marcia’s tongue encircled the clitoris itself, stimulating all the sides of the tiny shaft.
Guy put his hands on Alice’s shoulders and as her body was wracked with a shattering orgasm and she instinctively rose up off the table, he pressed her firmly down so that even as the muscles spasmed with pleasure and her nerve endings exploded with the force of the climax she was made to endure the continued stimulation of the vibrator. As a result, her orgasm seemed to go on and on for an eternity. Both Guy and Marcia watched with interest as the slight figure screamed, twisted and shuddered in a franzy of sexual ecstasy.
Finally, when her body could take no more and her head started to fall forward, Guy signalled for Marcia to turn off the vibrator and the room fell silent.
For a few minutes Guy stroked the nape of Alice’s neck until her breathing was back to normal and she lifted her head, her eyes shining and her whole body glowing with the satisfaction of her climax.
However, anxious as Guy had been to satisfy her, he was equally anxious to leave her wanting more. She had to need him, because only then could he be sure of maintaining control over her for as long as necessary.
‘Sit in the lotus position on the table and watch us now,’ he said quietly. ‘I remember how much you and Michael liked to watch Marcia with me.’
‘But that was different,’ protested Alice. ‘Then it turned us both on and later he and I would –’
‘I do know what effect it had on you!’ laughed Guy. ‘Just the same, it’s what I want, and when I get what I want I can be a most attentive lover, as you already know.’
Convinced by this that he would satisfy her again after making love to Marcia, Alice complied, sitting in the lotus position with her back straight and her legs crossed flat on the table top. Guy studied her for a moment and then decided to remove the basque, unzipping it at the back and peeling it off her body. Then he arranged her skirt so that her vulva was fully exposed before at last he was satisfied.
He moved across the room to where Marcia had already taken off her cerise silk dress and was standing in cream coloured hold-ups and high-heeled shoes. The only other thing she’d left on was her white satin bra, which she knew Guy loved to remove himself.
He put a hand at the back of her head and kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth while his free hand roamed over the tight cheeks of her bottom, stroking and kneading in a familiar rhythm that soon had Marcia thrusting her hips towards him. The watching Alice felt desire begin to stir in her again.
Then Guy released Marcia and swiftly took off his own clothes before pushing her backward. As Marcia rested her head against the stark white wall, Guy reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He then bent his head and began to lick at the tops of her breasts, pushing the cups of the bra gradually lower until at last the garment fell away and her large breasts, with their dark red nipples, were free to brush against his chest.
Marcia was desperate for him now. She’d watched Lady Alice’s orgasm with great excitement and the knowledge that the other woman was watching them now, longing to have Guy penetrate her in the way he was about to penetrate Marcia, added to her desire. She wrapped her left leg round Guy’s upper right thigh as he pushed his right leg forward. At the same time he wrapped his right arm round her waist and leant against the wall with his left hand to give them both support. Marcia’s arms were round his neck and once more they began to kiss. This time Guy kissed around the outline of Marcia’s lips and nibbled at the corners of her mouth until she heard herself whimpering, just as Alice had earlier. Guy’s thigh lifted a little and Marcia ground her lower body fiercely against him so that her clitoris was stimulated and a wonderful hot tightness began to fill the whole pubic area.
Alice sat perfectly still, watching the pair of them kissing and caressing each other, and she felt herself growing very damp between her thighs. The vibrator had been switched off, but it was still inside her and she wished that the full feeling came from Guy’s long, thick penis rather than the piece of latex. She also wished that the vibrator could be switched on again, but if she did it herself the other two would hear and she knew that would mean no satisfaction for her when they’d finished their erotic coupling.
Suddenly, just as Guy had begun to thrust steadily in and out of the gasping Marcia, he withdrew, and Alice saw the startled expression on Marcia’s face with considerable satisfaction. It was reassuring to know that even with Marcia, Guy was unpredictable.
‘Bend over that other table,’ he said shortly.
Marcia stared at him. ‘That’s not what I want tonight,’ she said quietly. Guy shrugged and stood waiting impassively for her to obey. Marcia’s lips tightened into a thin line, but she knew that she mustn’t break the spell and after a quick glance at Alice’s shining eyes and flushed face realised that the erotic tension must be maintained.
Just the same, she bent face down over the table with a little trepidation. This wasn’t her favourite position, although it excited Guy, and as she spread her forearms on the cool glass and rested her cheek against them, she wished he’d carried on in the first position. Her orgasm had been building nicely.
Guy knew this. He and Marcia had been lovers for so long that he knew everything there was to know about her responses, but he wanted Alice to see something more stimulating than a brief coupling standing by the wall.
Now he was free to start fondling Marcia’s buttocks with one hand while the other ran up and down her spine, his fingers dancing along her vertebrae like a pianist playing on the keys of a piano.
Marcia started to shake with a mixture of arousal and fear. She loved having him stroke her back but she wasn’t so sure about what he intended to do with her buttocks, and when he moved away from her for a moment she tensed, knowing that this wasn’t going to be one of their ordinary evenings. Marcia liked to watch Guy being extreme with other women, but she wasn’t so keen on him doing it to her, although it always resulted in some of her most intense climaxes.
It was the knowledge that other people were watching her earlier humiliation and were aware of her inability to control her response to it that shamed her. For Guy, it was Marcia’s shame and the uncontrollable violent orgasm that always followed that provided the extra thrill.
Alice watched wide-eyed as Guy took a flat latex whip from his briefcase and then struck Marcia’s very white buttocks sharply with it. Marcia gasped, her entire body went rigid, and a pale pink mark appeared across the middle of her bottom. Alice jumped in sympathy, but tendrils of pleasure also began to swirl through her. As the sting of the flicked whip reached its peak, Guy’s fingers resumed their erotic dance along Marcia’s spine so that she was unable to tell where her pleasure was coming from. All she knew was that she was rapidly climbing to the point of orgasm and that her body was becoming more and more alive to every form of stimulation.
Alice watched as Guy struck Marcia’s tight buttocks again, and this time Marcia gave a moan of desire as the hot sting of forbidden pleasure made her press her breasts down against the cool glass table.
All at once Marcia was aware that Guy was spreading cold cream over the hot stripe marks that she knew the whip would have left. Then, while his free hand continued to play up and down her spine, the cream was massaged into the undersides of her buttocks before his hand eased its way between them. She tightened instinctively as he began to spread it around the entrance to her rear opening.
‘Marcia loves this really,’ Guy remarked, looking across at Alice. ‘The trouble is, she doesn’t like other people seeing how much it pleases her. I keep trying to break down this strange inhibition, but she still resists, don’t you, Marcia?’
‘No,’ said Marcia shortly. She hated it when he talked about her as though she was some kind of shy novice.
‘Then tell us how much you’re enjoying this,’ he whispered against her ear, and she felt his fingers probing gently against the clenched muscles of her rectum until finally one slipped inside and he was spreading some of the cream around, causing the incredibly sensitive nerve endings there to spark with delight. Guy pressed against the walls of her rectum with the tip of his finger, using the cream as a lubricant, and the hint of discomfort coupled with the sharp pleasure formed a combination that made Marcia begin to writhe helplessly.
Her upper torso could only be stimulated by her own movements but then Guy moved a hand beneath her belly, pulling her hips out in order to make penetration easier for him.
Her feet were planted firmly on the floor and she tried to flatten out her back so that Guy could achieve maximum penetration. Her stomach was hard and swollen now and when she heard Alice give a muffled moan of frustrated desire, Marcia knew that her own climax was only seconds away.
Guy thrust into her fiercely and without warning, within seconds of removing his finger from her rectum. The walls of her vagina tightened around him and she started to milk him in the way he loved. As he felt the velvet-soft muscles closing around his throbbing shaft, Guy stopped caressing Marcia’s spine and instead used that hand to reach beneath her until he located her clitoris.
Marcia jerked at his touch as her throbbing body sent piercing tingles of electricity along every nerve as though someone had plugged her in at the mains. Behind her clitoris the orgasm was building to its crescendo and Guy, who could feel himself losing control of his own orgasm, suddenly stopped stroking the side of Marcia’s clitoris and instead flicked against its head, triggering Marcia’s moment of release.
She shouted out in triumph as the incredible mixture of sensations that Guy had engendered during their lovemaking all came together in one overwhelming wave of sexual ecstasy. As she shouted she heard Guy gasp aloud as he too found release inside the softly pulsating walls of her vagina.
As soon as he’d come, Guy withdrew and stepped away from Marcia, who was still supporting her upper body on the table top. She often wished that he’d spend longer inside her after his orgasm, but he never did. Once the sex was finished, Guy lost interest, and tonight was no exception.
He walked over to where Alice was still sitting obediently in the lotus position and stared deep into her eyes. ‘How do you feel, Alice?’
‘I want you inside me too,’ she said huskily.
‘I don’t think I could manage that right now. Perhaps another night?’ he suggested, and was amused to see the look of stunned disbelief on her face.
‘You can’t leave me like this,’ protested Alice, climbing down off the table and stepping up to Guy so that her breasts brushed against his lean, muscular chest. ‘I’m ready for another orgasm now. When Michael was alive the four of us used to spend hours together. Why are you going so early?’
‘I have to consult my solicitor,’ said Guy dryly, and saw understanding dawn in Alice’s eyes.
‘You did this on purpose, to punish me!’ she shouted. ‘Well, you’ve made a mistake, because I can be just as unpleasant as you, Guy Cronje, and I know more than you think.’
Guy caught hold of one of her wrists. ‘I don’t think you can be as unpleasant as I can, Alice. If I were you, though, I wouldn’t attempt to find out. As for knowing more than I think you know, I can’t imagine what you’re talking about. I don’t want us to quarrel,’ he added, suddenly softening his voice and caressing her marked wrist with his thumb. ‘I want us to have more good times together, on our own.’
He bent his head and kissed her firm breasts, licking lazily around each of the nipples in turn until she started to squirm against him. ‘I’ll call you tomorrow,’ he promised in a low voice. ‘We’ll arrange our next meeting then.’
‘But I want another orgasm now,’ persisted Alice. ‘I’m right on the edge after watching you with Marcia.’
Guy smiled at her, but it wasn’t a friendly smile and Alice remembered her earlier doubts about how far Guy could be trusted to behave. ‘Give yourself one,’ he suggested. ‘Marcia and I will be happy to watch you.’
‘Then can you and I get together another time?’ asked Alice, despising herself even as she asked the question, but her body was clamouring for his attentions and she knew that she couldn’t bear to lose contact with him.
‘Of course,’ he assured her, running a hand down the inside of her left arm until she thought she’d scream from the gently arousing touch that was adding to her frustration.
‘Marcia!’ Guy called to his mistress as she stood by the window, dressing. ‘Alice is going to give herself an orgasm. I thought you might like to watch.’
Marcia did up the last buttons of her dress and turned towards the couple. She felt back in control now and her voice was cool and brisk. ‘What a good idea. Where are you planning to do it, Alice? Isn’t the glass table a little cold?’
‘Marco obviously didn’t realise what this room would be used for when he designed it!’ said Guy with a smile. ‘Let’s put the cushions from the two easy chairs on to this pine floor. They’ll make a good makeshift bed.’
Quickly he and Marcia laid out the removable backs and seats of the chairs, then Guy took hold of Alice’s hand and drew her down on to them. ‘Lie on your face,’ he murmured. ‘Put your hands underneath you and remember to keep squeezing your thighs together. It adds to the overall stimulation.’
Alice’s face felt flushed and she was glad that she didn’t have to see the expressions of the two spectators as she removed her skirt and then lay down on the soft cushions.
Her hand slid down through her pubic hair and her outer sex lips parted easily for her. She didn’t need any additional lubrication because watching Guy and Marcia had been so arousing, and as her fingers slid around her rigid clitoris her body started to twist and writhe. A delicious hot sensation flooded through her genitals.
‘Prolong it,’ said Guy quietly. ‘See how long you can make the pleasure last.’
Alice didn’t need encouraging. It was bliss to be in charge of her own release at last after the frustration of the past twenty minutes. Her fingers roamed around the clitoris, moved lower to the entrance of her vagina and then she inserted two fingers just inside the entrance and rotated them until she found her G spot.
The moment she touched it her body drew in on itself as a deep piercing shaft of pleasure ran upward behind her pubic bone. Now she became totally lost in the sensations and Guy and Marcia watched as she moaned and thrashed on the cushions, her hand hidden beneath her. At last she was ready to move her fingers upward again – to touch the delicate area around the clitoris itself, an area that was now pulsating desperately as her orgasm approached.
Guy saw her bottom lift a fraction into the air, watched her toes go rigid and noted the way her head was moving frantically from side to side. She was perched right on the edge of release now, and when she uttered tiny whimpers of frantic excitement he quietly picked up the latex whip that he’d used on Marcia and at the precise moment that Alice finally climaxed he struck her twice across the back of her upper thighs.
The shock of the blows mixed with the searing hot pleasure that they caused meant that Alice’s climax doubled in intensity, and she was startled to hear herself shouting out loud as her body contorted in its spasms of release. ‘Again!’ she shouted, sounding more desperate than ever before. ‘Do that again, now! Now!’
But Guy didn’t. He merely nodded thoughtfully to himself as he stored away the knowledge that this was possibly the key to controlling Alice. When the naked young woman was finally still, Marcia walked briskly out of the room, leaving Guy alone with Alice. He knelt down by her side and stroked her sweat-streaked hair.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ he asked kindly, trailing the latex whip softly across her shoulders.
‘More than I’ve ever enjoyed anything!’ gasped Alice, still shattered by what had happened.
‘Then we’ll see what we can do when we next meet up. Be good though, or I might find I’m too busy to fit you in.’
Alice knew then that no matter how much the trustees pestered her, she wouldn’t talk any more about her suspicions concerning Guy and the fact that he might have double-crossed her late husband. This evening had been far too pleasurable for her to give up the prospect of further delights.
She knew that her housekeeper was right; most of the friends she and Michael had shared had deserted her now. Not only because there was trouble with her stepchildren over the estate, but also because she wasn’t ‘one of them’. They thought Michael had married beneath him, and now he wasn’t there to protect her from their disdain they were free to make it clear.
She was a very physical young woman who needed sex, and until she was able to free herself from the complex legal wranglings and make a new life elsewhere, she needed Guy to provide her with that. ‘I’ll be good,’ she said slowly, and felt Guy’s lean fingers massage her scalp.
‘See you soon,’ he promised, and then she heard him cross the floor and close the door behind him. A few minutes later there was the sound of his car starting up and she was alone once more. Alone, but at least for now she was sated, relaxed and much happier. She never had cared about Michael’s art collection anyway.
‘Well?’ demanded Marcia, as they sped away from the house. ‘Did it work?’
He nodded. ‘I think it worked very well, both as a warning and as a promise. The stick and carrot method, as it were. It’s a pity you can’t lose yourself in some of our sex better when we’ve got an audience,’ he added idly. ‘You enjoy everything when we’re alone together.’
Marcia, like Alice, recognised a warning when she heard one, and although she and Guy were tied together by far more than a sexual liaison, she knew that he was capable of ditching her should she cease to please him.
‘The solicitor’s visit unsettled me,’ she snapped defensively.
‘There’s no need to let him rattle you,’ Guy assured her. ‘We’re perfectly safe. In any case, this isn’t a new problem. Just before he was killed Sir Michael mentioned to me that you seemed rather detached at times.’
‘That’s why I suit you,’ said Marcia with a brittle laugh. ‘No one could be more detached than you.’
‘Where sex is involved I’m never detached,’ responded Guy. ‘All I ask is that you abandon yourself to every kind of pleasure when we’re working, just as you do in our private life. I trust I make myself clear?’
‘Perfectly,’ responded Marcia. ‘Perhaps you think you know someone who could fulfil my role better?’ she added sarcastically.
‘No,’ said Guy, ‘but I’m always looking.’
He laughed, leaving Marcia so uneasy that she hardly slept at all after she got home. She was very aware that Guy was ruthless, and although she couldn’t believe he’d ever find anyone to take her place there was always the chance that somewhere out there, there could be a woman who’d fit the bill.
Guy too lay awake for quite some time, replaying the evening in his mind and mentally replacing Marcia with other women. He was surprised to discover that when he replaced her with Cressida, their new gallery assistant, the entire scenario took on a new edge of excitement for him. He decided that the next day he must take a closer look at Cressida, and then he fell asleep.
Cressida, blissfully unaware of everything, slept well after Tom had gone. Alice, alone in her huge king-size bed, slept the sleep of exhaustion.
Detective Chief Inspector Williams would have been very pleased with the way things were developing.