Stephanie's Castle (12 page)

'Like this?'
She looked into the mirror in front of her, staring into her own
eyes but seeing nothing.

Devlin was out
of the bath more quickly than she'd have believed possible and she
felt his cock now nuzzling her arse. It did not take long before it
found the way opened by his toe. Her cunt was still dry. He pushed
the tip of his cock forward but her cunt was unyielding.

'I want it,
Devlin. Push harder,' Stephanie said. She didn't want foreplay. She
wanted his cock to produce her wetness.

He pushed
again.

'Do it for
me,' she whispered.

He slipped his
hand down to her clitoris but she pushed it away. She pushed back
on to his cock. Suddenly she felt the first hint of her juices and
his cock slid home a fraction. She pushed back again and this time
she felt her wetness explode over the tip of his cock, like a
sudden rush of water from a tap. His cock rammed home riding the
back of this wave. The pleasure as she was stretched in every
direction shot through her body once again. She couldn't believe
she'd ever get used to it.

He reached
forward and took her pendulant breasts in his massive hands. She
looked down between her legs, as she had the first time Devlin had
fucked her, to marvel at how much of him still remained outside her
body. She supported herself against the bath with one hand and
reached down with the other to grasp his balls. She managed to get
both of them cupped in her hand.

'I can take
more,' she lied.

'No.' But he
pushed up into her anyway. In effect the movement took him no
further forward, as Stephanie's cunt was already stretched to its
limit but it was enough to bring Stephanie to the brink of a
sudden, sharp, almost painful climax. Two more inward strokes and
she was coming, unable to suppress a scream as his penis hammered
up against the bottom of her womb. Devlin mistook the cry for pain
and withdrew a little.

'No. More. I
can take it,' she hissed.

She squeezed
his balls in her hand as if trying to pump his spunk out of them.
She rotated her wet arse on his wet navel so his prick explored new
areas of her cunt. She felt his prick pulsing inside her and knew
he was coming. She squeezed his balls again, pulling them down away
from his body.

'Do it. Give
it to me. I want it,' she cried. And then she felt his prick swell
to jet his spunk deep into her cunt as she heard him moan with the
most tremendous relief. She looked up into the mirror and smiled at
herself. It was over quickly but that was what she had wanted. She
felt a real sense of achievement in getting Devlin to come with
such comparative ease. She knew what to do now and knew it would
work.

Devlin picked
up two of the large bath towels and walked through into the bedroom
sitting on the bottom of the bed. 'Come in here and I'll dry you
off,' he said. The bathroom floor was running with water from both
their bodies.

Stephanie came
out, wrapping a towel around her hair turban style. She stood in
front of Devlin who rubbed her quite hard with the towel,
concentrating on drying her skin, ignoring the sexual potential
rather as a father would a young daughter.

'Turn around,'
he said in a parental tone. He finished the job, drying her back
and legs and buttocks.

'There,' he
pronounced. 'Finished.'

'Like being a
little girl again,' and like a little girl she kissed him on the
forehead. She felt like a daughter, he a father.

'About
tonight...' The spell was broken. What Stephanie had started was
over. The worried frown had returned to Devlin's face, reflecting
his concerns.

'Is Gianni
staying for dinner, then?' Stephanie made his name sound like a
dirty word.

'That's what I
was going to say. Just help me...'

'I thought
we'd settled that.'

'That's not
what I meant. Just go downstairs and choose one of the English
girls. Dress her up for dinner. There's wardrobes full of clothes
in the next room. Get her to look really good. Get her to play
along. He's got to believe she's really mad about him. It'll take
the pressure off you.' He paused. 'I have to let him stay to
dinner. Believe me, I wish I didn't.'

'I believe
you,' she said and meant it.

Stephanie
thought for a moment. She looked at Devlin. Whether it was
deliberate or not the little schoolboy look had returned to his
face and he looked like a twelve-year-old begging to be given extra
pocket money to buy the model car he just had to have to complete
his collection. What woman could resist? Not her.

'OK. I'll make
her look so good he won't want any dessert.'

'Exactly,'
Devlin beamed. The little boy was going to get his extra pocket
money - the trouble was it might not be enough. 'Then we can have
the rest of the night together.'

He hoped that
was not a lie.

After Devlin
had gone Stephanie went back into the bathroom and quickly washed
her hair. As she dried it, watching herself in the mirror as she
pointed the dryer, her mind wandered back to Devlin. It amazed her
that she had been able to take so much of Devlin's cock, not only
take it but enjoy it. She was pleased too that she had been able to
provoke an erection in him without an elaborate charade. One day,
it was possible that she would reach into those trousers and find a
ready-made erection. She did not know how near that day was.

She examined
the contents of the bathroom cabinets, looking for the moisturiser
and finding an Aladdin's cave of expensive toiletries. She was sure
many of these items were not the sort of thing that a man would
think to buy for a woman but everything she could possibly need was
provided. Devlin had obviously employed a woman for this task.
Suddenly Stephanie thought of Venetia again. She had been meaning
to ask Devlin about her this morning, but, not surprisingly, it had
slipped her mind. Where was she? Stephanie had certainly expected
her to be here at the castle. She would ask Devlin over dinner, she
decided.

She massaged
moisturiser into her skin, lavishing it on her thighs and breasts
and navel. She checked her toenails and fingernails to make sure
the polish had survived the rigours of the day. She checked to see
that the creases had fallen out of the blue evening dress she
intended to wear for dinner. She laid out the blue silk teddy she
had worn for Venetia in London, the night she had brought the
invitation, and the suspender belt to match. This was definitely
the night for sheer black stockings, in spite of the fact that the
dress had a split skirt which would fall open to reveal expanses of
thigh and therefore the black welt of the stocking top and above it
the creamy white band of naked flesh. Let Gianni get an eyeful for
all she cared. She was not going to let him spoil her plans. She
had practised at home what she was going to wear, what went with
what, and she had no intention of changing her mind in order to
curb Gianni's ardour.

Devlin's idea
of getting one of the girls from the cellars might work after all,
though Stephanie doubted it. She knew which of the girls to use:
the tall sullen blonde, her arse marked with the whip, whom she had
seen on her lone visit that morning. Assuming from her appearance
and colouring that she was English, she should easily be able to
distract Gianni. She remembered her long legs, thick thatch of
blonde pubic hair and her narrow waist that somehow accentuated her
trim, up-turned breasts. She also had a look of disdain and since
Gianni had apparently been so instantly turned on by her own
disinterest perhaps that was what he would like best about the
girl.

There was
another one of Devlin's timid knocks at the door. Stephanie didn't
bother to reach for a robe. 'Come in.'

'Charming,
quite charming,' Gianni said as he walked into the room, only too
happy to see Stephanie's naked body without the intervening veil of
chiffon.

'Get out of
here.' Stephanie picked up the towel Devlin had left by the bed and
wrapped it around herself.

'You just
invited me in.'

'I thought it
was Devlin.'

'Devlin just
left.'

'How do you
know?'

'I was
watching... and waiting.'

'You're
supposed to be on the phone.'

'I can't think
of business. You destruct me.'

'Distract.'

'Yes. I can
only think of you.'

'I'm trying to
get dressed.'

'Do not let me
stop it. These things look delighted.'

'Delight
ful
,'
she corrected again.

He was
fingering the silk teddy, rubbing the material between thumb and
forefinger, somehow making it look like an obscene gesture.

'You would
look very... delightful,' he said the word deliberately, 'in
these.'

'Then perhaps
you will excuse me.'

'You have the
expression "get off with the wrong foot"?'

'Yes.' She
couldn't be bothered to correct him a third time.

'That is what
we did, yes?'

'No.'

'No. Not the
right expression?'

'Look, Gianni,
I'm sure a lot of women think you're just great. But I'm not one of
them. That's all there is to it. Simple.'

'Yes. See, I'm
right. We get off with the wrong foot. I want you to like me very
much. I like you very much.'

'Wanting isn't
getting.'

'Pardon
me?'

'You don't
always get what you want, Gianni. That's life.'

'Oh yes, I
understand now. But you will like me.'

'No.'

'I will give
you reasons for to like me.'

Stephanie was
losing her patience.

'Your English
is clearly not as good as you think it is. You seem to be having
trouble in understanding me.'

'No
problem.'

'Really?'

'I
understand.'

'Good. Then
understand this. Go away, Gianni. I don't like you. I don't want
you. Past tense, I did not like you. I did not want you. Future
tense, I will not like you. I will not want you. Clear?'

'I like this.'
He laughed loudly.

'Go away.'

'Yes, yes. I
like this. You are very amusing.'

Suddenly,
without warning, he leapt at her. He was fast on his feet but
somewhere in the back of her mind Stephanie had had the feeling
that he was going to do something like this and had kept herself
alert. When his lunge came she executed a neat sidestep, leaving
his grasping outstretched hand holding nothing more than her
towel.

'I told you to
get out.'

'You're so
beautiful. I know you like me.' He was circling her now, the towel
in his hand like a matador's cape. 'Please, I beg you. I know what
you're like now. I want you so much.'

Stephanie
assumed 'now' meant now that she was naked.

'This is very
boring,' she said making no attempt to hide her naked body
again.

'Please let me
fuck you. Please.'

'No.'

'Yes. I will
pay you.'

'I'm not a
whore, Gianni.'

'One million
lire.'

'No.' She had
no idea how much one million lire was. 'Not for a million
pounds.'

Gianni sat on
the bed and pulled off his shirt, his socks and his shoes. He stood
up and took off his trousers and the tiny black briefs he was
wearing.

'I have a good
body, yes?' He looked down at himself and breathed in.

Compared with
Devlin his body was more athletic and more muscled but, of course,
there was no comparison when it came to the cock that hung down
between his legs, though even in its current semi-erect state it
was by no means small.

Stephanie had
no idea what to do next. She was not prepared to let this man have
sex with her but, on the other hand, she didn't want to make him so
cross he would take it out on Devlin and not do whatever deal he
had been brought here to complete. Gianni was advancing towards her
again, ready to lunge. She circled to the left. He moved to the
left. She went right. He moved to the right which happened to be in
the same direction as the bedroom door. Seeing the key in the lock,
Gianni took the opportunity of locking the door, taking the key out
and holding it up triumphantly, like a hunter bagging a lion.

'The key to
paradise,' he said, grinning from ear to ear.

Stephanie
retreated again. Gianni advanced. Then he lunged. This time,
despite Stephanie's reflexes, she was not quite quick enough and he
caught her by the wrist.

'Come on,
Gianni, you don't want me this way, do you?' She let her wrist go
limp in his hand.

'Anyway. You make me craz
ee
.'

'It would be
rape.'

'No. You like
me.'

His arrogance
made it impossible for him to understand that a woman, any woman,
would actually not want to sleep with him. He was just not capable
of believing it.

He started to
pull her towards him, reeling her in like a fish on a line. She
could see his penis was beginning to harden, obviously excited by
the prospect of coming into contact with her body at long last. As
he pulled her in he released her wrist so that he could wrap his
arms around her waist, but this was a mistake. As he snaked his
arms around, she ducked out of the embrace and was free again.
Backing away from him she suddenly realised that the bathroom door
would lock from the inside. At least being trapped in the bathroom
would be better than being raped by Gianni, and sooner or later
Devlin would come looking for her. Fortunately, the bathroom door
was nearer to her than it was to Gianni.

Gianni saw her
escape route and knew he could not reach it before her. From having
her in his arms she had now virtually escaped. Life was so
unfair.

'Do you want
me to beg? I beg, please, I beg?' He said it in his most pathetic
voice.