Haven Of Obedience (9 page)

Finally she was naked and joined the other two on the bed. Oliver swiftly positioned himself between the two women and Natalie was once more frustrated when he turned his back on her and lay facing Heather. Immediately his hands began to move over Heather’s body and very quickly Natalie could hear her starting to whimper with pleasure. ‘You can move yourself against Oliver’s back, Natalie,’ said Simon, from the corner of the room. Gratefully she curled herself around his lean hardness and started rubbing her pelvis against his buttocks.

Oliver responded by leaning backwards slightly, increasing the pressure for her, and she felt the first darts of pleasure shoot through her pubic mound. Quickly she wrapped her arms around him and then rubbed her breasts against his upper back, until the tips of her nipples were hard and throbbing. She pressed every possible inch of herself against his skin, squirming and wriggling to gain maximum pleasure. All the time Heather’s moans of pleasure were driving her on, making her desperate for proper stimulation.

It was clear that Oliver was thoroughly enjoying himself. He used his lips and tongue on Heather’s neck, throat and breasts while his hands caressed her lower body until Heather finally climaxed, and the strength of her orgasm made her grab hold of Oliver. For a brief moment the two women’s hands met, and Natalie could feel Heather’s shudders travelling through Oliver’s body.

After bringing Heather to orgasm Oliver turned to Natalie who now, at last, was allowed to enjoy his love-making. She was so frantic for relief from the tension that had built up within her that she didn’t mind when his hand went straight between her thighs. In fact, she was grateful, because her clitoris felt huge and was throbbing painfully. Oliver’s erection was trapped between their bodies, and she loved the feel of it, the hardness of the rigid stem and the soft velvet skin of the glans.

When Oliver began to suck hard on her tight little nipples she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the wonderful sensation he was giving her. She could tell that her climax wasn’t far away, and for the first time since arriving at The Haven she relaxed, allowing herself to be carried along by what was being done to her. Then, without any warning, Oliver’s hips jerked violently and he began to groan with pleasure. His mouth left Natalie’s nipple and his fingers, which had been playing so skilfully between her thighs, lost their rhythm.

Struggling upright, Natalie looked across his body and saw that Heather had her hand between Oliver’s buttocks, which could only mean one thing. Sated herself, she was now trying to give Oliver pleasure by massaging his prostate. But Natalie knew from bitter experience that if Oliver became distracted by the pleasure Heather was giving him she, Natalie, would lose out.

Infuriated by what was happening she reached down between herself and Oliver, until her fingers found the vital spot below the top of his erection. She placed her thumb against the underside of his cock and her fingers on top, just below the swollen purple head, and squeezed. She knew that he’d lose very quickly his urge to ejaculate, but what she hadn’t counted on was his groan of frustration at her interference and Simon’s furious reaction.

‘What on earth do you think you’re doing?’ he demanded.

‘He was about to come,’ Natalie explained.

‘So what?’

‘It was spoiling things for me. It wasn’t fair, it was my turn to have an orgasm and—’

Simon glared at her. ‘You had absolutely no right to interfere. Thanks to you I’ve no idea how controlled Oliver is. I wanted to see whether he could bring you to orgasm while Heather was massaging his prostate, or whether he would get sidetracked. You aren’t the only person in this room who’s here to learn things, you know. It’s the same for Heather and Oliver. You’re one of the most self-centred people it’s ever been my misfortune to have to teach.’

‘I’m sorry, but it’s what I always do when men are going to come too quickly.’

‘Really? In that case I’m not surprised your relationships are somewhat short-lived. Right, off the bed.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that for the moment your fun’s over. You can come and stand by me. We’ll watch Oliver and Heather. Then, since it’s clear to me that you’re not yet in the least submissive, we’ll have to teach you a lesson.’

Natalie knew that Simon was right. She hadn’t thought at all about what she was doing. It had been an instinctive reaction, and she wished that she could turn
the clock back. Her body still desperately craved relief from sexual tension yet, once again, she was going to be forced to watch rather than take part.

She expected Heather to give her a sympathetic glance. Instead, when the other woman did catch Natalie’s eye, she smiled in obvious satisfaction. Clearly she was delighted with the way things had turned out, which only made Natalie all the more annoyed with herself.

Oliver, who’d been lying on the bed in silence while Simon and Natalie argued, seemed relieved that now he had only Heather as a partner. Without any further delay he pushed her on to her back and then kneeled upwards before lifting her buttocks up slightly and balancing them on the inside of his thighs. As he did this he slid slowly into her and Heather rested her legs against his shoulders, caressing the skin at the tops of his arms with her feet. As she moved around, so he moved within her. Then he told her to keep still and leaned back a little, which meant that his erection was pressing hard against Heather’s G-spot. She began uttering tiny guttural cries of pleasure, cries that increased in volume the longer she lay there.

Natalie could imagine the glorious, sweet ache that must be suffusing Heather’s lower body, and she stood trembling at Simon’s side as she watched Heather’s eyelids droop. Heather’s breathing quickened and her hands clutched convulsively at Simon’s knees as he remained pressed against her G-spot for several minutes. Finally all her muscles spasmed with the deeply intense pleasure that Natalie knew this kind of orgasm gave.

When Heather’s body was still, Oliver withdrew without climaxing himself. He then lowered his head and used his mouth on her. Almost immediately Heather started to writhe on the bed as his tongue
licked at her highly sensitive flesh. Natalie watched the other woman’s hips rising up off the bed as once more her body rushed headlong into ecstatic spasms of pleasure. Only then did Oliver move away from his partner and glance at Simon for instructions.

‘You’re doing very well, Heather,’ said Simon, approvingly. ‘It’s time for you to get dressed now. Tonight you’ll be mixing with a bigger group of people, because I know that I can trust you to continue being obedient. At least, I hope I’m right in thinking that, because if you fail then I shall take the blame.’

‘I won’t fail,’ promised Heather. It was clear from the eagerness in her voice that she was anxious to meet some fresh partners.

Simon nodded and gave her a half-smile before turning to Natalie. ‘As for
you
, I’ve no idea when I’ll be able to let you loose on other people. Perhaps this lesson will help remind you why you decided to come here. Oliver, I want you to stay by the bed, you’ll be needed in a few minutes. Natalie, come and lie down with me.’

Even as he was speaking, Simon was taking off his clothes and Natalie’s heart started to beat rapidly in her chest. She was half excited and half afraid. Although she was longing to feel Simon’s body against hers, she also knew that the lesson would involve more than just pleasure.

Without even a glance at her face, Simon’s hands moved over Natalie’s breasts. Then he pushed them upwards before bending his head and running his tongue across from one nipple to the other, occasionally allowing his teeth to graze the sensitive tips. Natalie loved this and her shoulders started to wriggle with pleasure. ‘Keep still,’ said Simon, ‘otherwise the lesson will be more severe than I’d planned.’

It was difficult for Natalie to obey him. But she did
her best, although his lips and tongue lingered on her breasts for a long time, steadily arousing her until the tendrils of pleasure began to snake down through her body. Next, he pushed the heel of his right hand against the soft base of her belly, rotating it until she felt the whole of her pubic area start to swell and become damp. His touch was so clever, so knowing that within a few minutes she could feel herself teetering on the edge of a climax. But then, as her muscles started to gather themselves together for the moment of release, Simon withdrew the heel of his hand.

‘Let’s see how aroused you are,’ he murmured, sliding his fingers between her thighs. She felt him touching her moist, slippery flesh. For a fleeting moment the tip of his finger caressed the side of her clitoris and she drew in her breath sharply at the exquisite pleasure.

‘She’s certainly aroused,’ he told the waiting Oliver before rolling Natalie on to her side and lying down behind her. ‘Pass me the tube of lubricating jelly on the side there, Oliver,’ he commanded the waiting man. Natalie tensed, and Simon’s fingers flicked lightly at her buttocks. ‘Relax, it will make this much easier for you.’ Unfortunately, his words had the opposite effect on Natalie: this was something she didn’t want and had never allowed before, yet she knew it was pointless to protest. This time she had to be obedient or she might well be thrown off the course, a prospect that filled her with dismay.

Carefully Simon parted the cheeks of her bottom. Then Natalie felt some cold jelly being rubbed around the tight little entrance before his finger moved slowly and carefully inside her, spreading the jelly as it went. Instinctively, her muscles attempted to expel him but he merely stopped moving his finger and waited until her muscles relaxed a little before continuing to
lubricate her thoroughly, inside and out. Once he was satisfied he told her to sit up. Then he lay on his back, looking up at her.

‘I think you know what’s going to happen now, don’t you?’ he asked, softly.

Natalie shook her head, not wanting to believe that what she was thinking might be true. ‘No,’ she said softly, ‘I don’t.’

‘I want you to lie back on me and let me inside you, where my finger’s just been.’

Natalie had never felt so afraid. ‘It’ll hurt,’ she whimpered.

‘Of course it won’t. Trust me, I’ve done this many times before. You’ll enjoy it, I promise you.’

Natalie glanced at Heather, and the other woman nodded encouragingly. Oliver, already fully aroused, stood waiting for her to obey. Finally, aware that she had no choice, Natalie lay on her back on top of Simon, but with his erection pressed upwards between his front and her back.

‘You’ll have to help, Oliver,’ said Simon. ‘Lift Natalie’s hips and then lower her down on to me very slowly. Natalie, you must relax more. Breathe through your mouth, that should help.’

Natalie wasn’t sure that anything would help. But when Oliver’s strong, long-fingered hands gripped her hips tightly she suddenly felt a rush of excitement as she realised what was happening. Here she was, naked, and with two men fondling her. Not only that, if she could only do as she was told then in a few minutes’ time they’d both be inside her, and she’d be filled as she’d never been filled before.

Simon’s hands spread her buttocks apart and she felt the soft tip of his erection nudging at the lubricated entrance. Oliver held her lower body steady and then Simon thrust upwards with his hips, pushing the tip of
his penis past the initially resisting muscles. Briefly she tensed against him, but then a heavy sensation began deep inside her and she started to embrace this strange intrusion. Carefully Oliver and Simon manoeuvred her until Simon was as deeply inside her as possible. Then Oliver kneeled over her, pushing her knees apart and opening up her vulva to him.

Natalie wanted to ask him to touch or suck on her breasts because they were aching and throbbing, but she knew that she mustn’t. She could only have what the two men gave her. Oliver seemed to understand. As he rotated his hips, moving his erection round inside her and pressing against the sensitive nerve endings just inside the opening, he lowered his head and sucked on the soft skin of her areolae.

She could hear herself uttering animal-like cries of delight as the two men started to move, slowly at first and then, as it became clear that she’d relaxed, more quickly. It was only when Oliver’s movements became more intense that her body started to protest at the way Simon was filling her second, most private opening. She started to whimper – but then the discomfort changed and she felt searing flashes of red-hot pleasure lancing through her.

Natalie had never felt anything like it before, and almost before she had time to realise what was happening the extraordinary sensations caused by what was being done to her overwhelmed her frantic nerve endings. Without any warning a climax tore through her, a climax so intense that she thought she’d faint with the sheer pleasure of it.

When it was over she felt Oliver start to withdraw. Suddenly she didn’t want him to: she wanted him to stay there, wanted to continue to be filled. In an instinctive reaction she tightened her internal muscles around him, trapping him in the soft velvet warmth of her.

‘No!’ protested Oliver. ‘I’m not meant to come yet.’ But although Natalie heard the words they didn’t really register because already her body was climbing towards another orgasm. As Oliver climaxed so did she, and this time she cried aloud with delirious pleasure.

‘What did you do then?’ asked Simon, as Oliver climbed off the bed and Simon lifted her off him.

‘Nothing,’ she murmured, still lost in a haze of sensuality.

‘What did she do, Oliver?’ asked Simon.

‘Tightened herself around me, milked me until I came.’

Simon shook his head in disbelief. ‘It seems you never learn, Natalie.’

‘I didn’t mean to do it,’ she explained. ‘It was all so good that I didn’t want it to end.’

‘I think I’d better take you back to your room now,’ said Simon quietly. ‘I shall have to see if a little private tuition proves more effective. After all, you’re more than halfway through your first weekend, and yet you still find it impossible to be obedient for more than five minutes.’