Beyond Temptation (27 page)

As Amelia moved behind her, Robyn drew a small measure of comfort from the cruel caress of the woman’s fingernails. The tips were probably grazing red lines against her pale flesh, but they were firm enough to simulate a man’s roughness, and Robyn was desperate for that kind of attention. Her excitement intensified when the manicured fingers moved towards the rim of her anus.

Thoughts of Harold, his ultimatum and the threat of divorce were no longer important. She supposed they should have concerned her but it felt as though she had done nothing but worry about that since the night of the dinner party. Now, with those distractions swept from her mind, she felt closer to happiness than she had for days. She drew a deep breath and told herself it was time to simply enjoy the pleasure being offered and forget that it came with the burden of serious consequences.

The studio door behind Yale was pushed open.

Dominic, still dressed in his bathrobe, appeared in the doorway. In one hand he held an open bottle of beer. He studied the nudity in the makeshift studio and frowned with obvious disapproval.

‘What the hell is going on here?’ he demanded.

A finger of hope touched Robyn’s heart when she saw him. She savoured the hope of salvation. If anyone could save her, Dominic was the man. He understood the difficulties she was going through with Harold. And he knew how important it was that she remained faithful to her husband. Staring at him as he stepped into the room, she felt certain Dominic would put an end to this stupid modelling session and release her from her chains.

Amelia’s finger slid slowly into her anus. The woman’s touch was gentle, but firm. The slender digit travelled slowly into the forbidden darkness, thrilling Robyn with a wealth of sensations. Robyn held herself motionless, sure she would suffer an orgasm if she even released her breath.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Dominic repeated.

There was a strident note in his voice that demanded an answer and Robyn felt certain he would insist they release her. The hope grew in her heart and she held her breath, waiting for someone to reply.

‘I’m painting a picture,’ Yale snapped. ‘I’m an artist and I paint pictures. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?’

Dominic shrugged easily. He closed the door behind himself as he stepped into the room. ‘No,’ he grunted. ‘No problem. Am I OK to watch?’

‘Pull up a chair,’ Yale said, without looking.

Robyn’s hopes sank. Behind her she could hear the soft whisper of Amelia’s laughter. The sound would have angered her if the woman hadn’t been employing her finger so adeptly.

* * *

Two hours later Robyn realised Amelia had remained true to her word. She was so desperate to feel the satisfying penetration of a cock she would have happily begged. If Dominic hadn’t been pressing his mouth over hers, she would have screamed for him to fuck her. If her hands hadn’t been tied above her head by the uncompromising manacles, she would have guided his, or anyone’s, solid shaft into the cleft between her legs.

‘Sensational,’ Yale whispered. ‘Sen-fucking-sational.’

Dominic moved his mouth away from Robyn’s and walked over to the painting. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes.

Amelia stood next to Yale, daring to put her arm around his waist as he applied the finishing touches to the painting. He still wore his jeans but they were the only item of clothes on his body. His naked torso was now daubed with the battle-scars of paint streaks. With one quick hand he added lines, colour, shade and light to the painting.

‘It’s good,’ Amelia told him.

‘It’s bloody good,’ Dominic concurred, placing a congratulatory hand on his friend’s shoulder.

‘I know,’ Yale replied. There was no conceit in his voice. He spoke only with the assurance of confidence ‘I’ve caught every nuance of her dilemma. I’ve caught every breath of her tortured aspect.’

Amelia nodded in agreement. ‘You’ve done her boobs the right size too.’

Robyn watched the three of them and wished they would pay attention to her and not the painting. Bernice and Christian were exciting her with their tongues, mouths and fingertips but she wanted more than mere titillation. She needed much more than that.

She saw Yale frown when Amelia made her remark about boobs and wondered if he was going to respond angrily. It was only a distant thought. Her body was in such a state of arousal she could barely think beyond her need for satisfaction.

‘I always do boobs the right size.’

‘You don’t. You make mine bigger when you paint them. And you make my arse look flabby too. But you’ve done her right.’

He sniffed. ‘Perhaps you can help Robyn write her next column for
Art
,’ Yale suggested. In a peevish voice he said, ‘“Yale Walters is a leading exponent of erotic art but he sometimes makes women’s tits too big and he can make their arses look a bit flabby.”’

‘I was only saying –’ Amelia sounded hurt.

‘Well, don’t,’ he snapped sharply. ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about and it’s fucking irritating. There’s a reason your arse looks flabby when I’ve captured it on canvas and it’s got nothing to do with my lack of skill. It’s got a lot more to do with you having a flabby arse.’

She stepped away from him. An ugly frown twisted her lips.

Robyn watched her scour the room with her gaze, looking for someone to suffer her unhappiness. Christian and Bernice had clearly seen the same expression and they stepped hurriedly away from Robyn. Amelia’s nasty smile glinted briefly and Robyn understood the woman was going to vent her rage on her. The realisation did nothing to help her feeling of vulnerability. It only served to heighten her arousal.

‘That is good,’ Dominic said, studying the painting.

‘It’s shy of a finishing touch,’ Yale assured him.

Robyn barely heard them. Amelia advanced on her with a demonic glint in her eye. The naked woman pressed her body against Robyn’s, wrapping her arms around her. The sensation of naked breasts being rubbed against her body was maddening.

Robyn caught her breath, not daring to exhale.

‘What do you want?’ Amelia asked.

Robyn tried to shake her head, unwilling to have this conversation.

Amelia pecked gentle kisses along the sensitive flesh of her neck. ‘I’ve been listening to what you said,’ she explained. ‘I’ve heard you talking with Yale and Dominic.’ The words were delivered in a sultry whisper that was as warming as the breath that carried them.

Robyn shivered beneath their impact.

‘I think I already know what you want,’ Amelia said, tracing her finger against the swell of Robyn’s breasts. She teased a nipple as she spoke. ‘Every muscle in your body is screaming for that one thing your husband has forbidden. Am I right?’

Wearily, Robyn nodded. There was no point in trying to pretend Amelia had misread such obvious signs.

‘Then say it,’ Amelia challenged. ‘Tell everyone in here exactly what you want.’ Her fingers squeezed hard against the pulsing nub of Robyn’s nipple. Her other hand slid between Robyn’s legs. The fingers edged dangerously close to the lips of her pussy.

Robyn shook her head, unable to cope with the mounting frustration a moment longer. She tried to pull herself away from the malicious bitch in front of her but the last couple of hours had shown her how futile such attempts were. Her arms and legs strained uselessly at the manacles in one final show of defiance.

‘All you need to say is “Fuck me”,’ Amelia assured her. ‘Then your torture will be over.’

Robyn glared at her.

‘Forget about your husband. Forget about the prospect of divorce and your facile attempts at fidelity. Think about what you want. Whisper it to me if you like. Just say those two simple words. Then we can take care of your needs.’

Defeated, Robyn drew a breath.

Harold’s ultimatum no longer meant anything. If he was going to impose restrictions and limitations on their relationships without consulting her, then it was obvious they didn’t really have a relationship in the first place. She wondered why it had taken so long for her to realise such an obvious truth. And she wondered why Amelia had been better able to see the situation when she knew none of the parties involved.

She placed her mouth close to Amelia’s ear and mumbled, ‘Fuck me.’

Amelia stiffened. When the woman moved her head, Robyn could see her eyes shining with triumph.

‘Say it louder.’

‘Fuck me.’

‘Louder.’

‘FUCK ME!’ Robyn roared.

The room was suddenly silent. Everyone stared at her as she raged against the binding chains. Amelia had stepped away, allowing Robyn to rant and fume like an enraged madwoman. She glared wild-eyed at them all, overcome by her need for release and satisfaction.

‘Fuck me!’ she screamed. ‘Please. Now. Someone. Anyone!’

Dominic was in front of her, almost pushing Amelia out of the way in his hurry to hold Robyn. The bathrobe he had worn was long since forgotten in the carefree atmosphere of the makeshift studio. His long hard length stood ready for her as he stroked her thighs and hips. The tip of his shaft pressed against the mound of her pubic bush and she yearned to feel it inside her.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked.

Amelia barked a swift command at Bernice and Christian. She didn’t hear what the woman had said but the tone was low with mischief. When the couple began to caress and suck at her breasts again, Robyn struggled valiantly against the rush of infuriating pleasure.

‘Are you sure?’ Dominic asked again. ‘I don’t want you to send me on another of those crushing guilt trips.’

The head of his shaft stroked a languid line along her labia. One forward thrust from his pelvis and he would slide into the dripping wetness of her sex.

‘Just fuck me, Dominic,’ she urged.

He smiled and allowed his cock to tease her for a moment longer. ‘Should I go and get the black condom?’ he suggested.

She drew a frightened breath, scared that he would leave her wanting for a moment longer. ‘No. I want you to fuck me and I want you to fuck me now.’

He thrust his cock inside.

Robyn shrieked.

Dominic pressed his hand against her buttocks and forced himself deep into her. His shaft was long and thick. The slow purposeful entry allowed her to enjoy every inch of his penetration. As the purple dome ploughed into her, she shrieked with gratitude.

The first orgasm hit like a bomb.

An explosion of pleasure burst through her body sending shards of delight to every pore. She bent her mouth forward, trying to kiss him and thank him as he urged his cock slowly forward.

For the last two days she had yearned for this sensation. Now her body was finally relishing the intimacy it had craved and she understood that waiting had made the pleasure more intense. Yale’s assistants had brought her to a high state of arousal. Every nerve-ending was deliciously receptive. The moment Dominic began to slide from inside her the second climax struck.

She screamed and threw herself backwards. The chains held her tight as she bucked and thrashed against him. A multiple orgasm rippled through her as she spat guttural abuse at him.

‘More,’ she begged urgently. ‘I need more.’

He laughed, sliding his cock slowly in and out.

Robyn saw Amelia move to Yale’s side and touch his shoulder before speaking to him. He glanced up and gave Robyn a speculative grin. Robyn could see Amelia’s lips move again and the artist nodded silent agreement.

Like the answer to her prayers he walked over to Robyn’s side. He stepped out of his jeans as he came to her. His eager hands caressed her body and his hard length pressed against her slick flesh. He moved behind her, exploring her skin with his fingers, appreciating and admiring her with each gentle touch.

And the onset of another climax swelled in her loins.

Bernice and Christian continued toying with her breasts while Dominic rode her with a fervent passion. Her rapid breaths were broken by cries of euphoria as the four of them pushed her repeatedly beyond the brink of tolerable joy. Yale slid his length between her buttocks and she groaned loudly. The head of his cock pressed firmly against the rim of her anus and she knew exactly what he was planning. The thought was thrilling and she pushed hard against him.

‘Are you trying to place that here?’

It was Amelia’s voice and Robyn realised the woman was behind her with Yale. His cock was snatched away from her backside and a finger jabbed rudely against her sphincter. The finger was tipped with a long nail and Robyn winced uncomfortably as it plundered her rear.

‘I was going to,’ Yale murmured. ‘You don’t have any objections, do you?’

‘I’ve got some much better places where you could hide it. But you’ve been wanting her since we got here, haven’t you?’

‘Am I that transparent?’

Robyn wanted to scream. Their conversation was intruding on her pleasure and she was desperate to enjoy Yale’s cock. She wondered if Amelia was deliberately delaying things, and decided that had to be the case. The malicious bitch was so vindictive Robyn almost admired her.

‘Let me prepare her for you,’ Amelia whispered.

Robyn stiffened as she heard the words.

The inner muscles of her sex tightened around Dominic’s cock.

Between her buttocks, Amelia’s finger pressed deeper through the rim of her anus. The rude penetration was more exciting than she had anticipated and Robyn gasped. Her sphincter was widened by the slow entry of the finger. As the friction of Dominic’s cock rubbed softly against Amelia’s digit Robyn began to shriek. In all her life she had never experienced so much pleasure in one single moment. Her entire body had become a vast and responsive erogenous zone and she felt certain the next climax would be cataclysmic.

‘You’re just going to finger her?’

From far away she recognised Yale’s voice.

‘No.’

Amelia’s reply came from lower than Robyn would have expected. She realised why when the woman’s face pressed between her buttocks. Before she had a chance to think about what was happening, a tongue pressed against her anus. Amelia slid her finger from the depths of Robyn’s forbidden passage and plunged her tongue inside.