Beyond Temptation (15 page)

Harold shivered as he watched.

He swallowed thickly and reached out to touch.

‘No,’ Sheridan said firmly. She took a short step back – away from him. ‘You know we can’t do that. Not while you’re married.’ Extracting every last morsel of joy from his agony, she moved the wet finger to her own mouth and licked the tip tentatively. She gave him a broad grin and savoured the sweet flavour of her own excitement.

His attention was riveted on the sight of her exposed sex.

With malicious pleasure she pulled the panties up to her hips and hid the sight from his view. After assuring herself that the panties were snugly back in place, she allowed him one last tantalising glimpse of her crotch and then pulled the skirt back down.

‘I suppose I should finish what I’ve started here,’ she said with a gentle sigh. She knelt down in front of him and moved her mouth close to the head of his cock.

She watched it twitch beneath the whisper of her warm breath. He still seemed painfully close to the brink of climax and she didn’t know how he had managed to control himself so well. She moved her ripe lips over the head of his cock, and sucked on him again. The flat of her tongue pressed against his swollen purple dome and she heard his groans of enjoyment. The stiffness in his shaft was punishingly hard and she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before she had pushed him past the point of orgasm.

Moving her mouth away, she leant back on her haunches and studied him with a serious expression.

‘You do understand that this is just a token of how I feel about you?’

‘Of course.’ He hissed the words.

‘I don’t agree with extramarital sex, or adultery, or naughty things like that.’

‘I understand.’

‘And you are going to give me my token this evening, aren’t you?’

He looked momentarily puzzled. A flicker of understanding flashed in his eyes and he nodded quickly. ‘Holbert Manor,’ he remembered. ‘Of course. You have my word.’

She didn’t tell him that his word wasn’t good enough. It wasn’t that she doubted his honesty but life had already taught her that you couldn’t cash promises at the bank. Instead, she brushed her fingers down his shaft and touched the base of his cock. Holding the skin tight, just above his balls, she licked the tip of his length as she stared up at him.

Her dark eyes sparkled as she smiled.

He was staring at her as she rolled her lips around the head of his erection. And then she saw him close his eyes. His fingers reached out for her and she allowed him to fondly caress her cheek.

Harold released a groan. His cock twitched in her mouth. The spray of his white-hot seed struck the back of her throat and she swallowed quickly as jet after jet exploded and coated her tongue. The tips of her fingers traced each climactic pulse of his orgasm from its beginnings. The tip of her tongue caught each release as he came in her mouth.

Greedily, Sheridan sucked harder.

Her arousal was already hot but the taste of Harold’s come intensified it. If she hadn’t been feigning virginity for him she would have been happy to fuck him now. If she hadn’t been using her inexperience as a device for her own ends, she would have been delighted to take his thick length between her legs and ride him for the rest of the day.

But, she told herself, this wasn’t really the way to enjoy sex. Swallowing Harold’s come, she thought of Wayne in the lift. She could picture him now, waiting in the orange zone of the underground car park. A wicked grin crossed her lips as Sheridan realised he was going to be the perfect vessel for her to release the mounting tension within her own body.

She remembered her walk through the office building that morning and recalled the appreciative wolf-whistles she had earned. A sly smile crossed her lips. Any of those men would be happy to do more than just whistle for her. Once she was away from Harold she could forget about the curse of her convenient virginity and indulge herself properly. She only hoped Wayne could tolerate the punishing brand of pleasure that she enjoyed.

‘… so exquisite.’

Sheridan glanced up, realising Harold was talking to her. She released his softening length from her lips and fingers, licking the last droplet of his climax from her bottom lip.

‘Say again?’ she grunted.

He shook his head and smiled. ‘I was just praising you. I sincerely hope you and I can become close friends in the future.’

She stood up, allowing him to tidy himself away, and took a graceful step back. ‘Are you serious about getting a divorce?’

He fastened his zip and stood on shaking legs. ‘I’m deadly bloody serious.’

Sheridan’s smile was too cruel to hide. Aside from a handful of cursory chats in the office she didn’t really know Harold’s wife and felt no great animosity towards the woman. But she was happy to use Robyn as a tool to help her manipulate Harold into handing over Holbert Manor. The deliberate destruction of the woman’s marriage was a price Sheridan didn’t mind paying.

‘Do you think Robyn will go to bed with another man, now that you’ve given her your ultimatum?’

Harold’s smile was grim and uncompromising. He moved past his desk and retrieved his telephone without answering her. After connecting the line back into its socket, he listened to the receiver. Sheridan saw him smile when he heard the dial tone.

‘I suppose she’ll be trying not to give in,’ he admitted. ‘But she has needs – pretty powerful needs – and I doubt she’ll be able to resist them for any length of time.’

Sheridan frowned, puzzled by the remark. As she watched, Harold tapped a number into the phone. He paused for a moment, clearly listening to a ring tone, and then smiled when the call was answered.

‘Hello, Dominic. It’s Harold, at
Art
. Hold the line a second.’

Harold cupped his hand over the mouthpiece and graced Sheridan with a broad grin. ‘Robyn thinks that if she hides herself away at Holbert Manor she’ll be free from temptation. I’m just about to redress that situation.’

‘Redress the situation?’ She frowned. ‘Redress the situation how?’

‘I’m about to organise for a proven temptation to visit her.’

Sheridan grinned. ‘I’ll leave you to your phone call,’ she said tactfully. ‘Will I see you for dinner tonight?’

He watched her pull the zipper up over her breasts. ‘Count on it.’

‘And will you have the deeds for me?’

He smiled and nodded. ‘By the end of this evening, Holbert Manor will be yours.’

Before she left the office, Sheridan kissed him fondly on the cheek. That was exactly what she had wanted to hear. Now all she needed was to find a man who could satisfy the urgent pulse between her legs.

She walked briskly to the lift, entered and punched the button marked CAR PARK with the side of her fist. As the elevator plunged downwards she could feel her excitement build. The insipid taste of Harold’s come still lined her mouth and, despite the NO SMOKING sign in the lift, she lit a cigarette to take the taste away.

Her heart raced as she thought of the vindictive things she could do to the eager Wayne who was waiting for her. Every nerve-ending in her body was taut with anticipation. When the lift doors opened Sheridan shivered at the sight of him.

He gave her an eager grin and waved his hand.

Sheridan saw he still held his BlackBerry. He kept his fingers on the thing as though it was a baby’s comforter and she felt a healthy rush of animosity. It was good to despise those you fucked, she thought seriously. It made it easier to hurt them without any annoying bouts of conscience.

He was the only person in the dimly lit car park. It wasn’t yet eleven o’clock and the last of the day’s latecomers were securely parked, at least until lunchtime.

To Sheridan’s mind, that gave her plenty of time.

Stepping smartly towards him, she ignored the lacklustre brickwork, patches of mould and rising damp. A couple of cars beeped softly as her nearness primed their alarms but none of them gave the raucous response she was dreading.

When she reached her Mercedes, she brushed away Wayne’s clumsy embrace with obvious impatience. Hurling her cigarette to the floor, she grabbed his jaw between vice-like fingers and stared fiercely into his face.

‘Mention this to a living soul, and three things are going to happen. Are you listening to me?’

He nodded awkwardly. A glimmer of fear lit his eyes.

Sheridan was pleased to see she unnerved him.

‘Mention this to anyone else, and it will never happen again. I’ll also see that you lose your job and, after that, I will come after you. Those are the only three things you have to understand before we begin. Do you understand them?’

‘Yes.’ He spat the word with difficulty. Arousal and her grip on his jaw clearly made speech a problem. But it obviously wasn’t such a great problem that it prevented him from responding. ‘Yes. Of course. Whatever you say.’

With a reassuring smile, Sheridan murmured, ‘Then we have an understanding.’ Still holding his jaw, she pressed her lips over his and kissed him with a greedy passion. Her tongue snaked its way into his surprised mouth and she savoured the mingled taste of his excitement and fear. With a free hand, she pulled her panties down and then moved her fingers into his hair.

‘This is how we’re going to begin,’ she said firmly. With a powerful thrust of her arm, Sheridan forced Wayne down to his knees. She held his head inches from her sex, tugging hard on the follicles until she saw a grimace of pain in his face.

‘Lick me well, and I might reward you,’ Sheridan said glibly. ‘Fuck it up, and I’ll make sure you regret it.’

With the order given, she felt his tongue slide warmly against the burning wetness of her pussy lips. A thrill rushed through her and she squirmed happily at the touch of his mouth. Staring around the deserted car park, Sheridan felt a sudden sense of accomplishment. Things were going exactly as she wanted.

‘Harder, you bastard! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!’

The words didn’t wake Robyn from a restful slumber. She had spent most of the night in a restless state, tossing and turning as sleep continued to evade her. Ever since she had climbed into bed she had started cursing the stupidity that made her lie there alone. Now, listening to the voices in the adjacent bedroom, she wished she had resisted the insistence of her conscience.

A woman – Robyn suspected it was Amelia – moaned as Yale fucked her.

In her mind’s eye, Robyn could see every torrid nuance of the scene. She could see Yale’s muscular, athletic body pressed naked against Amelia’s svelte hips. The image excited her. From what she heard, Robyn imagined they were fucking in the doggy position. The depth of the woman’s cries and the sullen squeak of the bed’s rusty springs had a familiar sound to them that she recalled from her own experiments with that position. She could picture the woman pushing her backside up for the rude intrusion of Yale’s long hard cock. She could imagine the pair buckling together as he slipped deep into her velvety wetness.

Trying not to listen to the sounds, Robyn put her hands up to her ears. She could feel the sweet warmth between her legs and wished that her pussy’s pulse didn’t crave satisfaction. As she moved her hands across her chest to cover her ears, her wrists had brushed the febrile tips of her nipples. The sensation of being caressed so intimately left her shivering. Even the subtle touch of her own wrist had been like the stroke of a lover’s hand.

‘How many more things are you going to ruin for me today?’ Yale demanded.

The walls weren’t paper-thin but he was shouting loud enough for Robyn to hear the guttural roar of his Scots accent as he bellowed at the woman.

‘You rip the door off the bloody van, you come close to queering my sales pitch with Robyn, and now I find Christian’s bollocks look like a pair of overripe tomatoes because of you and a fucking thistle.’

Robyn wasn’t sure she understood everything he was saying, and there were parts of it that she was grateful for not understanding. But she had sensed enough to know that Yale was livid.

She could tell that from each powerful thrust he delivered to the woman. The bed springs squealed in protest beneath his vigorous assault. Amelia – and Robyn felt sure it was Amelia suffering beneath Yale – whimpered happily.

The sound of their lovemaking was too much, Robyn thought miserably. She had wanted Yale from the moment she opened the door to him. It had been a struggle to try and throw him out and she hadn’t managed it with any great conviction. If she had really wanted to be rid of him, she wouldn’t have allowed him and the rest of his retinue to stay the night. Lying alone in her bed, Robyn wished that she was the woman Yale was punishing. She imagined the bliss of his entry and the thrill of having him ride his length into her again and again and again.

The fantasy brought a heat to her loins that she hadn’t felt in months. Even while she was entertaining Dominic, Robyn hadn’t been this hot. She allowed the soft skin of her wrist to stroke the nub of her nipple again. The electric frisson tumbled through her body.

Aware that the couple might be able to hear her, Robyn sighed. She caressed her other breast and was amazed by its heightened responsiveness. Her body already felt close to the point of orgasm and she knew it would only take a small touch of her finger to reach the climax she needed. The pulse between the lips of her sex throbbed with an urgent demand that she couldn’t ignore.

Robyn listened to the couple’s moans and sighs, wishing she could do more than just hear them. The idea of watching and participating, touching and enjoying, added to her arousal. Robyn rolled her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Her pussy lips ached for attention but she wilfully ignored their demands. The electric tingle that emanated from her breasts was breathtakingly intense.

Yale and Amelia had forsaken speech in favour of wordless cries and passionate grunts expressing their euphoria. Robyn felt a tear course down her cheek as she listened to them. She didn’t know whether it came from her own problems or from her jealousy of the fortunate Amelia. Whatever the source, she wiped it away quickly, despising her own weakness for crying. Regardless of the situation Harold had forced on her, she was determined that she wouldn’t be destroyed by his rules. And knowing there was only one option open to her as she hid in Holbert Manor, Robyn guided her fingers down to the lips of her sex. The sweltering warmth of her pussy was apparent long before she touched the burning flesh. The lips of her sex radiated heat and she wondered just how feverish her labia would feel to the touch of her fingers.