The Initiation of Ms Holly (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (3 page)

There was a humid chuckle close to her nape. ‘What? You don’t trust me to lead you?’

‘Not when my brain’s in my knickers.’ She struggled to catch her breath.

‘You’re not wearing any.’ The words were pressed to her ear in a warm kiss, followed by a sigh of resignation. ‘Oh all right.’ He pulled off the blindfold, and she found herself squinting at a lovely face in a halo of blond curls. A well-muscled man with a dancer’s body pulled her into an intimate tango. She was so close that she could feel the bulge in his trousers and wondered how the hell he could still move so gracefully. Heat flared with the driving pulse of the percussion, and his groin rubbed deliciously against her mound with each shifting beat of the music.

Without warning, he lowered her into a heart-pounding dip, and she yelped out loud, causing several dancers to glance in their direction. As he pulled her back to him, she spoke between clenched teeth. ‘Is this some kind of a joke, Edward gets me all excited then hands me over to someone else? That is if I was with Edward at all. How the hell would I know?’

‘Shshshs.’ Alex covered her mouth with a kiss. ‘Relax. Of course you were with Edward, still are. I’m his gift to you. When you’re done with me, I’ll take you back to him.’

‘When I’m done with you? What’s that suppose to mean?’ She shot a glance into the darkness at the edge of the dance floor, but to no avail. She was blindfolded when Alex led her from the table. She had no idea where Edward was.

Once more he lowered her into a dip, this time pulling her up slowly, lingering to kiss the mounds of her breasts, nipples chilled stiff and clearly visible through the champagne soak fabric. Her pussy clenched with a wave of sensation that reminded her just how close to orgasm she had been when Edward had handed her over. ‘What do you mean you’re his gift to me?’

‘Edward’s a bit of a voyeur, and he wants to watch your pleasure.’

‘What? And have a wank? Oh that’s just great.’

Alex chuckled, and she realised his hand was working its way beneath the slit of her dress. ‘Hardly. Edward isn’t exactly what I’d call a wanker. Trust me, he’ll be more than ready for you when you’re finished with me.’ He shoved the hem of her dress aside until her bare pussy pressed against the bulge in his trousers, then he flicked a finger into her pout so quickly she wouldn’t have been sure it happened if not for the rush of pleasure and wetness. He pulled her still closer. ‘You need to come. Use me. That’s what I’m here for.’

‘I thought that was Edward’s job.’

Another chuckle. ‘I promise you, Edward won’t disappoint.’ He thrust hard against her. ‘Do you want me?’

‘What do you think? You just fingered my cunt.’

Another dip, this time slow and serpentine. With a deft hand, he freed his cock. She didn’t know how he’d managed it, but there, in plain sight with moves that would have made a magician jealous, he slipped his substantial erection between her legs, then he lifted her onto him. With one thrust and a grunt she was completely penetrated. All she could do was wrap her legs around him and hang on, marvelling that with each thrust he never missed a beat of the music. In fact, he continued the dance as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening, hands cupped supportively under her arse, dancing amid the few other couples who moved beneath the sparkle of the disco ball. Were they blind? Could they not see that Alex was slinking around the dance floor, hammering her cunt with each pulse of the tango?

And she didn’t care. It was totally insane, but she didn’t care. They were thrusting and swaying with the music, and somewhere in the darkness Edward was watching with his cock aching to be inside her. She wondered if he were touching himself. She wondered if his balls felt close to bursting. She certainly hoped so. She wondered if, when she returned, he would take her right there in the booth, her pussy still wet from her erotic dance with Alex. She imagined her fizz-soaked cunt swallowing up Edward’s penis in hungry gulps.

That did it. Suddenly it was as though champagne had been uncorked inside her. She gave a startled little cry as her orgasm exploded up through her, rocking her from head to toe with its impact.

When the aftershocks subsided and the music stopped, Alex danced her off the floor to a discreet nook near a linen cabinet and helped her dismount. Then with a heavy grunt, he spurted his wad into a handkerchief he’d extricated from his pocket. When he finished wiping his cock, he said, ‘It wouldn’t be polite for me to come inside you when you’re with Edward.’

The sense of excitement she felt at Alex’s words was visceral. And surprising. She’d just had totally hot sex with him, and in truth she wouldn’t know Edward if she saw him, but still it was Edward she wanted. Maybe their time together on the train had somehow bonded them. It was certainly a relief knowing that he hadn’t pawned her off, even on such a good lover as Alex.

While Alex tucked himself in, Rita had time for a quick glance around the room. Her eyes now accustomed to the light, she could see only one booth occupied by a single diner. And though that booth was in shadow, she could still make out the shape of a tall muscular man seated, watching.

‘There, now I’m presentable again.’ Alex held the blindfold up for Rita. ‘I’ll just slip this on and take you back to Edward.’

‘Wait.’ She ran a hand through her dishevelled hair and smoothed down the front of her wet dress. ‘I’m sure I look a mess. Can I just nip to the ladies and freshen up a bit before you take me back? I’d feel so much better.’

He nodded to the restrooms on the other side of the linen closet, then handed her the blindfold. ‘I’ll wait here.’

She locked herself in the stall and plopped down on the throne to plan her next move. Though she had agreed to the blindfold, suddenly she wanted desperately to see Edward, to know what he looked like. And, in all fairness, it would serve him right to wait with a raging hard-on while she took her time in the loo. After all, he had handed her off to Alex just when things were getting hot. She would sneak up behind, put the blindfold on him, then she would be the one in control, and what fun she would have.

‘R
ITA HOLLY. COME WITH US
.’

She had just stepped out of the ladies and was sneaking around behind the linen closet. To her relief, Alex was gone, and the coast was clear to Edward – at least it had been until the two tank-sized security guards in Armani suits appeared out of nowhere, flanking her and herding her back down the hall toward the main restaurant.

‘What’s this all about?’ she asked. ‘I was just heading back to my table and – ’

‘We know what you were doing, Ms Holly. Alex gave us the heads-up. You’re not very good at following rules, are you?’

‘Excuse me?’

The smaller of the two grabbed the blindfold away from her and held it up.

‘Oh that. Edward said the blindfold was –’

The guard held up his hand. ‘Rules are rules.’

They marched her down the hall and through the main restaurant, where she was suddenly, painfully aware of her dishevelled appearance and how it must look, her being escorted by two glorified bouncers.

‘I haven’t done anything wrong. You can’t treat me like this.’ In spite of her best efforts to remain calm, she couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone in the restaurant was looking on in disapproval.

As they turned down another hallway, the big bouncer opened the first door they came to and motioned her inside. Her heart jumped in her throat as the door slammed behind her.

There was a gravelly laugh. ‘You’re not a prisoner if that’s what you think.’

She turned with a start and found herself face to face with Aurora, the waitress, who offered her a feline smile. ‘You’re free to go whenever you like. Shall I call you a cab?’

‘Where’s Edward? I want to see him.’

Aurora’s gaze took in Rita’s wet top nearly bursting with her heavy nipples, then followed the line of her body down to where her thighs came together and the dress clung to her champagne soaked mound leaving little to the imagination.

‘You enjoyed Alex, I assume.’

‘Is that what this is all about? I was tricked. I had a date with Edward, but I’ve never seen his face, then Alex asked me – ’

‘Enough!’ Aurora raised her hand, and for a frightening moment, Rita thought she was going to slap her. ‘I know all about you and Edward. We tried to tell him you didn’t belong here, that it would be a mistake to bring you, but he wouldn’t listen, would he?’

‘What the hell are you talking about? It was a date. That’s all, a date!’

Aurora slid off her jacket and hung it carefully over a cedar hanger on the back of the door. ‘Edward doesn’t date, and if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do it here.’

‘I want to see him.’ Jesus, what was she thinking? She should get the hell out of this nut-house. It might be the place for bored rich people, but it was no place for her, and yet … ‘I want to see Edward.’ If nothing else, she wanted to give him a good piece of her mind. Who did he think he was humiliating her like this?

Aurora stepped nose to nose with her and ran a heavy hand down her cheek to rest on her throat, thumb caressing one side, fingers producing just enough pressure along the other to make it slightly uncomfortable. ‘You broke the rules, the rules you agreed to.’

Rita shoved her hand away and stepped back. ‘You mean with the blindfold? It was only a game, and it was just between us.’

‘We take games very seriously here at The Mount. You can’t change the rules. It’s Edward’s game, his rules to make. I’ll call you a cab, then the game’s over, and you lose.’

Take the fucking cab. That’s the smart thing to do, a part of Rita’s brain screamed. And yet she heard herself saying. ‘If I don’t want to lose? If I want to see Edward?’

The woman offered her a contemptuous grunt. ‘Then you have to pay the penalty for breaking the rules, and Edward has to agree to continue the game. Personally, I think he’s wasting his time. There are better people for him to play with, but Edward always has been stubborn. So what’s it going to be? Are you going to take the penalty?’ She jerked open to the door. ‘Or go home where you belong?’

Suddenly all the evening’s humiliation and manipulation bubbled into rage just beneath Rita’s sternum, and being bullied by a butched-up waitress was the final straw. She moved to the door, gaze locked on Aurora, who stepped aside.

But instead of leaving, she gave the door an explosive slam that made even Aurora jump. ‘I’m staying. I’m staying until I see Edward.’

The words were barely out before Aurora grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back against her muscular shoulder. ‘Breaking the rules in the middle of a game is serious.’ Her hand still wound tightly in Rita’s hair, she half dragged, half guided her to a leather upholstered settee and shoved her down on it. ‘I can’t punish you without Edward witnessing. It’s his game.’ The sculpted contempt on Aurora’s face was the last thing Rita saw before another blindfold ensconced her in darkness.

‘You punish me? What the hell do you have to do with this?’ She reached for the blindfold, but the waitress wrenched her hand away none too gently. ‘I’m the enforcer. It’s my job to make sure the rules aren’t broken and to punish those who do break them.’

‘This is insane. I want to – ’

Her protest died in her throat with a little gasp as the other woman’s hand slid between her legs and probed her pantyless cunt, then she heard her suckle her fingers. ‘I see Edward’s shown you the best way to enjoy champagne, though you probably didn’t deserve it. Now wait here, and don’t move, or you’ll make your punishment even worse.’ This time Rita heard the click of the lock as Aurora left.

She had no way of judging how long she waited. And now, thanks to her stupidity, she had cut off her only way of escape. But Aurora said she would return with Edward. And Rita definitely wanted to have a few words with him. If it meant being roughed up a bit by Butch Woman, well she could handle that. She was not about to let Edward get away with treating her this way.

She reached down to stroke the wet spot low on her belly, and the anger was subsumed into something a little more intriguing. Her pussy quivered when she thought about Edward lapping champagne from her cunt and Edward watching her and Alex on the dance floor. And Alex refusing to come inside her out of deference to Edward. There was an awful lot of deference to Edward, and for some mindless reason, that made her feel proud, in spite of the desire to strangle him with his own blindfold.

But what if Edward was just the gang leader, like some kind of mafia boss, and what if she never saw the light of day again. She’d heard all kinds of rumours about the mysterious Mount. Where the hell was her sense of self-preservation? Was her wounded pride worth her going along with this insanity – insanity that might be very dangerous?

She was seriously contemplating yanking off the blindfold and making a run for it when the door burst open and Edward called her name. Suddenly she was engulfed in his arms, and her mouth was consumed with his kisses. He pulled away just enough to speak, his breath coming in fast, tense gulps against her parted lips. ‘Are you all right, Rita?’

‘How the hell do you think I am? Dinner and drinks, you said. You didn’t mention humiliating me in front of half of London’s rich and powerful. I don’t understand any of this. I thought you were just teasing me with the blindfold, and then there was Alex. I just wanted to see what you look like.’ She felt dangerously close to tears, which made her even more angry. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. ‘Then these bouncers came and Aurora pulled my hair and – ’

He stopped her words with another kiss. ‘And yet you chose to stay and play the game with me.’ He cradled her close to his hammering heart and stroked her hair. ‘I’m so proud of you. I knew I wasn’t wrong in choosing you. I promise you won’t regret it.’ His hand came to rest low on her belly, his thumb stroking her mound through the dampness of the dress.

‘Get away from her, Edward.’ Aurora commanded. ‘You know the rules. You can’t have her until I’ve exacted punishment.’

He caressed Rita’s cheek. ‘Listen very carefully, darling. In order for the game to continue, in order for us to be together, I must let Aurora punish you, and I have to watch without interfering. Do you understand?’

‘But –’

‘I’m sorry, Rita, but I can’t explain anything until that happens. Are you OK with that?’

She nodded, and in spite of her best efforts she felt tears seeping into the blindfold.

‘That’s my brave girl. If you take your punishment, I promise you, the game will be so worth it. You’ll see.’

‘And if I win?’ Her voice sounded loud in the sudden quiet of the room. ‘What’s my reward, if I win?’

She heard the click of Aurora’s heals and smelled her perfume. ‘What you get,’ she said, taking Edward’s place next to her, ‘Is membership.’

‘Membership?’

To her surprise, Aurora pulled off the blindfold and held her chin in a vice grip. ‘Membership into The Mount, which is more than you deserve.’

‘What?’

The resounding slap across her face stung like fire and made her eyes water, but the gasp she heard wasn’t her own. As her eyes focused through the tears she saw a man sitting stiff-backed on the edge of a wooden chair. His face was concealed in an expressionless golden mask, which covered all but the bow of his lips. Otherwise he could have passed for any of the male diners at The Mount that night. ‘Edward?’ She half whispered rubbing her stinging cheek.

There was a slight nod of his head before Aurora vice-gripped her chin again.

‘You give me your undivided attention, or I’ll call you a cab whether you want or not.’ Aurora slapped her again. ‘Are we clear?’

‘We’re clear,’ Rita breathed.

Aurora pulled off her tie, then yanked Rita’s hands behind her back and bound them with it. While Rita watched, she leisurely removed the waistcoat and shirt until she stood before them stripped to the waist except for a black leather bra displaying small firm tits and supple ropey muscles that might have belonged to a female body-builder. ‘Good, then let’s just see what’s so special about you that Edward would risk everything for.’

‘Shut up, Aurora.’ Edward’s back stiffened against the chair. ‘Your job is to punish, nothing more.’

‘Then stop interrupting me and let me do my job.’ Aurora grabbed both spaghetti straps and yanked them down exposing Rita’s goose-fleshed breasts. ‘Couldn’t be these that won Edward over.’ She slapped Rita’s tits in turn, then pinched her nipples until she gasped at the pain that went straight to her pussy, where it was amazingly transformed to pleasure. ‘Edward can have all the nice tits he wants, including mine.’ She grabbed Rita’s right hand and shoved it inside the plunge of her bra and over the muscular dome of her breast until her pointing nipple pressed into Rita’s palm.

Rita held her breath. Was this punishment, fondling another woman’s tits? Surely not. It felt too good.

‘Can’t be this.’ Still holding Rita’s fingers against her breast, Aurora slid her other hand under Rita’s dress. ‘No matter how much Moët et Chandon he pours into it, it’s still just a cunt, and there are plenty of cunts aching to ride Edward’s cock.’ She ran her open palm between Rita’s legs, spreading her labia, pressing against her clit, then giving it a sharp slap, chuckling as Rita flinched.

‘Doesn’t matter. I’m just here to punish you for breaking the rules.’ She grabbed the front of Rita’s dress between the side slits and yanked it as though it were a leash. Rita followed, feeling cool air on her exposed pussy.

Standing in front of a straight-back chair upholstered in chintz, Aurora undid her trousers and slid them off to reveal suspenders and black net stockings framing her shaved, panty-less mound. Then she sat down, wriggling and squirming her bottom against the chair until she was comfortable. ‘Edward, be a dear, and give me your knife.’

Rita’s pulse quickened, as Edward retrieved a large Vitronox from his pocket, which he handed to Aurora, the golden mask completely disguising any emotions her request might have elicited.

Aurora opened the knife expertly. ‘Turn around,’ she ordered.

But Rita stood frozen to the floor unable to move.

There was a hard slap across her breasts. ‘I said turn around.’

‘Do as she says, Rita.’ Edward moved behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and gently turned her to face him. ‘It’ll be all right.’

He pulled her into his arms and held her while Aurora grabbed the back of her dress and slit the side seams to just above her bottom, laughing softly as Rita cringed. Then she gathered the fabric into her hand and sliced smoothly across so all that remained of the back of Rita’s dress was a thin strip high across her hips and lower spine.

‘There, that’s better.’ Aurora tossed the cut fabric aside and handed the knife back to Edward. ‘Now help me with her,’ she patted her bare thighs and nodded.

He pocketed the knife and guided Rita to bend over the punisher’s lap. ‘Just get it over with, Aurora.’ The edge in his voice was nearly as sharp as the Vitronox.

‘Relax, Edward,’ Aurora stroked Rita’s arse cheeks almost tenderly. ‘Some things can’t be rushed.’

He didn’t return to the chair, but instead knelt on the floor stroking Rita’s hair and the nape of her neck. His touch was so comforting that, even though she knew what was coming, the first hard thwack against her exposed bottom made her cry out in surprise.

‘You broke the rules,’ Aurora scolded as her hand came down again, this time on the other buttock so that they both stung equally. ‘Rule breakers must be punished.’ With the next hard thwack, Rita flinched and bit the inside of her lip, tasting blood.

Edward lowered his face and took her mouth, gently suckling away the thin ribbon of red before the next smack came. ‘Shshshsh,’ he whispered. ‘Relax. It’ll be over soon, and we can be together.’ He kissed her again, then ran his hand down to caress her breasts as he lifted his head to watch Aurora’s efforts. For the first time Rita noticed he had thick auburn hair that smelled almost like moist earth after a storm.

From her awkward position across her punisher’s lap, Rita’s gaze took in the tightly stretched front of Edward’s trousers. When the next smack stung her bottom, the pain blossomed into something hot and burning low in her belly, and suddenly she knew she would gladly take her punishment to be able to see Edward’s erection, even through his trousers.