Seduce (3 page)

“And what if the end comes when she decides to challenge me for the top table?”

“Why on earth would she do that? She’s only interested in keeping David. She already has a good career ahead of her. She wouldn’t have time to run this place.”

“You’re falling for her, that’s why you’re underestimating her. Yes, she wants to keep David interested in her, but if she passes all four trials and learns about the fifth one, she’ll go for it. She won’t want me in his life if they become a couple, living together full-time. Beneath that wide-eyed air of innocent fragility she’s a very determined character.”

“I think you’re seeing a problem where there isn’t one,” insisted Andrew. “She’s in love with David, that’s all that matters to her.”

“Quite, and as she’s in love with him do you honestly think she’ll want him coming here once a month playing sexual games that involve us? No, she won’t.”

“Surely David isn’t going to change his ways for her, no matter how fond he might be of her?”

“Exactly! That’s why her only way of stopping him being with me will be to take my place. I know I’m right, and I know what I can do to stop it happening, which would suit both of us very well, because it would leave you free to try your luck with Grace.”

Andrew leaned forward in his chair. “What can you do?” he asked with interest.

Amber smiled at his eagerness. “I’ll make sure she fails before the end, preferably next time. That way, should it go wrong, I’ll still have another chance of stopping her.”

Andrew frowned. “How? You can’t change the rules. David would twig what you were playing at, and he’d be furious with you. You’d end up out on your ear due to your own stupidity, and I wouldn’t be any further forward with Grace.”

“I won’t change the rules, but I can change the players. That’s allowed. I shall put her in competition with Amy, and Laura and I will do the pleasuring. You know how insatiable Amy is, she can go on all night!”

“Grace might not be turned on by other women touching her.”

“That’s why I shall bring you in at the end, after spending most of my time with her. I don’t think I’ll have any problems. She’s extremely receptive to pleasure.”

“Possibly not to you, though,” remarked Andrew.

Amber smiled at him. “You really do like her don’t you? Well, if she fails she’ll be free. I’m sure you won’t have any trouble getting her to go out with you. You’re not as obsessed with the Dining Club as David is. I expect you’d be happy to settle down with a nice young woman!”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. I do like it here, but I don’t intend to spend my life having sex with strangers, exciting though it is at the moment. I’ll leave when I meet the right woman.”

“Which is Grace.”

Andrew’s face flushed. “Yes, but she belongs to David and he’s my friend.”

“Hopefully she won’t be his for much longer. I think you’d make a good couple.”

Andrew shook his head. “I don’t know if I can do that to a friend.”

“You’ll be doing him a favor. If she’s not able to complete the trial, then she’s not right for him. It’s up to you though. You’ll have to be there anyway. You and David will be in charge of the toys.”

Andrew’s face flushed with excitement. “Of course, it’s meant to be the toys—if Grace chooses the right card.”

“She’ll choose it,” said Amber confidently. “ ‘Playful Profiteroles’ sounds quite a gentle evening, don’t you think?”

Andrew laughed. “It’s meant to be a more subtle evening,” he pointed out.

“With a little competition too. All the games have to have some element of competitiveness. You know that. Amy never loses at games of this sort.”

Andrew nodded. “That’s true.”

“I can see it’s turning you on just thinking about it,” laughed Amber.

“Does it turn you on too?”

“Not yet, but it will do when I watch her struggling with her own sensuality.”

Andrew nodded. “All right, you’re on. I’ll help you.”

Amber smiled. “You won’t regret this; and we’ll both get what we want.”

Once Andrew had gone she let out a sigh of relief. With him on her side, she had nothing to fear.

Sitting down at the computer she started to outline Grace’s next trial, and when she’d finished she could hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of Grace’s next, and almost certainly final, visit to the Dining Club.

As David drove them to the Dining Club for the third time, Grace thought how quickly the two months had passed since her first visit. Watching his long hands on the steering wheel, the light hairs on the backs of his fingers catching the June sunlight that was coming through the car windows, she felt a rush of desire for him.

They’d only been out three times together since her last visit here, mainly because he’d been in America on business. Each time they’d ended up back at his flat, and the sex had been fantastic. As usual he’d been the perfect lover, but when she tried to talk about some of the things that had happened at the Dining Club, he’d changed the subject. Now, wanting him and wondering what lay ahead of her, she wondered if this was a better time to discuss it.

“Why don’t we talk about the Club when we’re not there?” she asked.

“Because at the moment it’s not an integral part of your life, my darling. You’re still trying to complete the course. I might accidentally say or do something that would help, or even hinder, you. You have to complete the trial on your own.”

“But discussing things that have already happened wouldn’t affect me,” she protested.

“It’s the way it always has to be. I’m only following the rules,” he said regretfully. “How are you feeling this time?”

“Excited and nervous,” she replied truthfully.

“The perfect combination,” he said with a smile as they arrived at the now familiar high-gated entrance.

Slowly some of her excitement began to dissipate, and by the time they were inside the Dining Club and being escorted up the stairs to their usual suite, Grace was growing increasingly nervous, wishing that she had some idea of what lay ahead of her.

“How long has Amber worked here?” she asked, unpacking her suitcase.

“Five years or more. Why?”

“I want to know more about her I suppose. She’s very beautiful.”

David nodded. “Yes, she is. You’ll learn more about her when you’ve completed the trials, assuming you do complete them of course,” he added.

“Don’t you think I will?” she asked, her already fragile confidence draining away.

David put his arms round her and kissed the top of her head. “Of course I do, darling. I certainly hope you do. Always remember, you’re doing this for both of us. It matters to me as much as it does to you.”

Encouraged by his words she relaxed a little. “Are we going to have a swim before lunch?” she asked, remembering what had happened the last time, and hoping he’d say yes, which would help distract her and calm her nerves.

David shook his head. “I had something rather different in mind for us today,” he responded, drawing her toward the bed. “You know that you’ll have unimaginable pleasures of one kind or another tonight, but what I’d like right now is for you to pleasure me.”

Grace was very surprised. He’d never wanted her to take the lead in their lovemaking before. “Start by undressing me and then do what you think I’ll like best,” he continued, his breathing starting to quicken.

Because he’d always been in charge before, their lovemaking had flowed seamlessly under his skillful hands. Faced with his request, Grace was uncertain as to exactly what he’d want her to do.

“Don’t you enjoy giving me pleasure, Gracie?” he asked quietly.

“Of course I do!”

“Then show me.” He was watching her closely now, and she still didn’t know what to do.

She realized it was ridiculous to feel shy after the things he’d witnessed happening to her here in this very house, but he wasn’t making any move to help her. He was still standing by the bed, waiting.

After a few seconds’ hesitation she walked up to him and started unfastening his belt. Her fingers were clumsy, and it took her far longer than she’d expected. Then, as she undid his trousers and slid them down over his hips, she began to feel more confident.

He still wasn’t moving, but remained totally compliant under her hands. Next she pushed him until he was sitting on the bed. She fully expected him to protest, but he didn’t. Instead he continued to watch her with a steady gaze.

The room was filled with an air of almost electric eroticism, and Grace wanted him like she’d never wanted him before. She tore at his shirt buttons, and then when he was totally naked pushed him until he was lying widthways, facedown across the bed.

Opening the bedside cabinet she took out the massage oil that she knew was kept there, poured some into her hands and began to knead the tight flesh of his firm buttocks, squeezing and then releasing it.

He sighed with pleasure, and with rapidly growing confidence she massaged the backs of his thighs with long, sweeping strokes before turning him over. As their eyes met his sharp, bright gaze pierced right through her. It was as though he was looking into her soul, and was amused by what he saw there.

He was already fully erect, the swollen head of his penis a dark purple, and seeing a tiny drop of clear fluid at the tip of the glans she knew that he was very close to a climax, but her instinct told her that he didn’t want the pleasure to end yet.

Leaving him for a moment so that she could strip down to her silk bra and panties, she then straddled his thighs and bending forward licked at his nipples until they too grew rigid and he moaned softly.

Grace had never felt like this before. David had always been in charge, always controlled their sex life, and because it had been so good she’d never felt the need for anything else. Now though she felt empowered, and finally understood why David became so aroused by watching people controlling her pleasure here at the Club.

Covering his upper body with tiny butterfly kisses, she then shook her head, letting her long hair brush over his belly. He groaned and she felt his hips move. “Not yet,” she whispered, moving herself lower down his body.

Her fingers wandered through his crisp pubic hair, and then she scratched gently on the soft flesh of his inner thighs. Her nails drew swirling patterns that made him catch his breath as his excitement grew and his testicles drew up tightly against his body.

With great care she stroked the skin of his perineum, and this time he gasped aloud. Softly she let her fingers stray, stroking the underside of his hard testicles for a few fleeting seconds before moving her head so that she could cover the tip of his erection with her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the underside of the ridge just below the swollen head, and immediately his hips jerked. Alternately sucking and licking she felt the silk of her panties growing wet between her thighs as David groaned and gasped beneath her.

Then, as her own excitement grew and she felt tingles begin deep in her own belly, David sat up. His hands gently moved her head away from him and then he pushed her onto all fours on the bed, waited for her to take her weight on her elbows, knelt behind her with his legs between hers and thrust urgently into her from behind. She realized immediately, even through the heat of her sexual arousal, that at the end he’d taken control once again.

Almost immediately he gave a shout and she felt him shuddering against her buttocks as he spilled himself into her, before slowly withdrawing and collapsing on the bed, pulling her down as well so that they were lying back to back like two spoons.

His breathing was ragged but slowly calming, but Grace was now frantic for her own climax, her body swollen and aching with desire. “I haven’t come yet,” she said softly.

He put an arm over her waist, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. “I know, and you won’t until tonight. This was all for me, remember?”

Grace couldn’t believe her ears. She was so aroused that she ignored his words, moving her hand down between her thighs, desperate to ease the ache behind her swollen clitoris.

Realizing what she was doing, David pinned her arm to her side. “No!” he exclaimed.

“That’s not fair,” she protested.

“You’ll have your pleasure later, darling. You don’t want to be worn out before the evening begins. You know how exhausting the trials can be.”

“I don’t care. I want to come now.” She was almost crying with frustration.

“Then hopefully you’re now looking forward to tonight, rather than feeling nervous about it. It’s time to get dressed anyway. I ordered our lunch to be sent up at twelve-thirty.”

Glancing at the bedside clock, Grace saw that it was already twelve-fifteen, and she knew then that David had planned everything. For a brief moment she’d been in control but, as always at the Dining Club, not of her own pleasure. That was always in the hands of other people.

In the evening, as she slipped into the black Grecian-style, backless dress that David had chosen for her, her body still ached with need. All afternoon he’d been touching, kissing and caressing her, even outside in the garden, yet never to the point where she could reach a climax. She hoped that whatever trial she chose, it didn’t require extreme self-control, as she was sure that with the way David had teased and tantalized her body since their arrival that morning, her pleasure would spill with shaming speed tonight.

With a dry mouth but also a desperate need for whatever lay ahead, she slowly descended the wide staircase.

Marina Anderson is the pseudonym of a British author. Her novels have sold over half a million copies worldwide and she is a
Sunday Times
bestseller.