The Stallion (34 page)

In Nadine’s long, slim hands, there was affection. In Gregory’s tying her up, she had fully appreciated the sense of touch alone. All around her and along many roads, there was a loving desire to give her pleasure. And beneath Alistair’s restraint, dictated to him by a pair of rubber pants and a dominant sister, there was an extraordinary passion aimed in her direction. All this was directed at her, and she was loath to lose it.

Knuckles white with determination, she took a deep breath and made herself a promise. With the help of Gregory she would not lose all this. She would keep it and stay here for as long as she wanted . . . even for ever.

15

THEY WERE IN
the private theatre that Penny had stumbled on earlier, only this time she was on the other side of the glass. Just as she had guessed, it was another two-sided mirror. Compulsively, she opened her eyes slightly wider as she glanced at it. Then she studied the rest of the room, the blush-red walls of washed silk, the deep rose of the thickly woven carpet, and the fact that the room had no windows, but was lit by square lanterns of Oriental origin which hung from gilded chains in each corner of the room.

In the middle of the room was a wooden frame that might have been mistaken for some kind of loom by the untutored eye. But Penny was not untutored. Much learning had gone into her time here and, although the details of how she would be tied to it might not yet be clear in her mind, she knew the frame was meant to be decorated with a human supplicant, a sacrifice to a man’s stored-up sexual power.

‘How delicious you look, my pretty pussy,’ purred Nadine, her hair whiter, her eyes glinting like chips of hard glass.

Penny said nothing, nor did she acknowledge the lingering hand that slid down over her back and behind. Tension might be in her mind, but the light of excitement shone brightly in her eyes. Although exhilaration and a feeling of potential triumph whirled like dancing leaves in her stomach, she lowered her head in supplication and studied the deep redness of the carpet.

Penny had eaten little and drunk even less this evening.
Undoubtedly,
there was something in the air, and that something she knew would be the making or breaking of her.

Nadine had helped her to dress in her room earlier, the costume chosen by her. Yet it was nothing, just a kaftan of black silk trimmed with jet and silver. It tied casually at the waist, but was not belted. Beneath it, Penny wore only her creamy skin which had been bathed, oiled and massaged by Gregory. Her hair hung in glossy waves melting in dark satisfaction with the black silk of her sheer garment.

There were just the two of them in the room now; Nadine and her.

‘Is no one else expected?’ Penny asked the question in a way that was both provocative and inquisitive.

‘My brother was here earlier,’ purred Nadine. ‘Now it’s just us, pretty pussy, just us. But he will be back.’

Nadine grinned and stretched like a loose-limbed cat. She seemed inordinately sure of herself, pleased with whatever had happened in this room earlier.

From beneath her lowered lashes, Penny saw Nadine finger a heavy jet earring, then flick at it so it jangled against the object she knew was behind it. Black earrings, black outfit and white hair. Nadine was a creature of contrasts and addicted to the dramatic. Even now her outfit was nothing more than a two-inch-wide strip of leather that started at a belt at her waist, slid between her legs and divided her boyish rear into two snowy halves. She also wore a breastplate of silver metal between her breasts. This was supported by chains which clipped to a studded collar around her neck. Her eyes were heavily lined with kohl.

Beside her, Penny felt strangely vulnerable, and almost innocently beautiful.

‘Let me help you with this,’ said Nadine, her long fingers undoing the loose fastening at the front of Penny’s long
black
kaftan. Once off, Nadine flung it to one side, then led her to the wooden structure just as she’d supposed she would.

Her long fingers wound leather bands firmly around each wrist. On each band was a metal ring. Nadine fastened each of these to metal clips set into the wooden frame about a foot above Penny’s head. Her ankles were fastened in a similar way beneath her. She was spread and stretched, her body forming a perfect ‘X’ on the custom-made frame.

Once or twice, she hesitated in what she was doing and looked at Penny a little quizzically, a half-smile playing around her broad mouth as if she couldn’t quite believe just how little strength it was taking to fasten Penny in this position. Her hands were trembling.

‘You are incredibly willing, my pretty pussy.’ Inquisitively, she dipped one finger into Penny’s wet aperture.

‘My. You are ready for it, aren’t you?’

Penny knew no answer was required. She didn’t want to speak anyway. She wanted Alistair – more than she could ever have imagined. Furtively, she allowed her lowered eyes to look in the direction of the two-way mirror, and, as though she were playing to an unseen audience, she stretched her body and moaned in what Nadine put down to apprehension as her hips undulated.

Nadine’s laugh was loud and throaty, and even more resonant once she’d fastened the now-familiar bridle over Penny’s head and pressed the bit between her teeth.

Penny’s breasts thrust forward almost impatiently, and her skin erupted with goose bumps as she watched Nadine roll back the bundle of red velvet on the table. A variety of whips and riding crops was suddenly exposed.

Nadine grinned at her as she pointed at each one. ‘Shall I use this one?’ she asked in a silly singsong voice that didn’t
suit
her at all. ‘No? Perhaps this one, then. What do you think?’

The question was ineffectual. Penny could not answer, so Nadine made the choice herself.

‘This one, then!’ she exclaimed at last.

Reflexively, Penny clenched her buttocks as Nadine trailed the tip of a bamboo-handled crop across her bare backside. She trembled again, and clamped her teeth against the metal snaffle bit that lay so cold and hard upon her tongue. She looked again toward the door where she expected Alistair to enter, then back toward the vast mirror. This was a coming-together of the two men in her life, though one of them would not know that. Not wishing Nadine to see what was in her eyes, she bent her head and stared determinedly at the floor.

Nadine laughed at her own games before her face became more serious and her eyes more intense. She turned from Penny, who was spread so deliciously on her wooden frame, opened the door, and brought Alistair in.

Thankfully this time, the blinkers attached to her bridle were not tied. She could see Alistair, could see what she was getting. He entered the room as she’d never seen him before. Gone was the Gucci business suit, Egyptian cotton shirt, silk tie and handmade leather shoes. All he wore was some strange kind of undergarment made of shiny rubber and clipped at the sides. The device covered his body in such a way that no hint of form was detectable through it. There was no evidence of him even having a penis beneath the thick covering of latex that barricaded his sex and his desires from the outside world.

Yet, even though most of his flesh was exposed to her view for the first time, her gaze was transfixed by his eyes. Tonight, they sparkled and yet they were different. They glittered with a sublime heat as they ran over her body and surveyed what awaited him.

His breathing sounded rampant as though his lungs were guzzling air quicker than he could expel it.

‘All for you,’ cried Nadine as she unhitched the tiny key from behind her earring, unfastened the rubber pants and let his member expand to its full size.

The sight of it filled Penny’s eyes, and her mouth hung open with surprise. It was a beautiful sight, throbbing there, jerking and rearing as though it were still wild and untameable. Just looking at it made her want its throbbing length within her, dividing her succulent labia, penetrating her most secret place and filling her whole being with its immense strength and power. Celibacy had engorged it with desire. Now it was free and determined, as resolute as she was to have it in her.

Only briefly did she glance at the viewing mirror. She licked her lips as she did it, as though savouring the sight of a gourmet meal.

Alistair’s chest, which had a sprinkling of dark hair, looked as hard as his cock. His hands were out of sight. Around his neck he wore a leather collar, and it was then she realised that his hands were tied behind his back, and possibly fixed to the collar from behind.

His body was oiled, each muscle standing in stark relief from its neighbour, his skin the colour of honey, his body hair luxuriant enough to proclaim his masculinity.

A lead rein, also of leather, was attached to the collar. Nadine picked up the trailing end of it, smiling serenely as she led him towards the naked woman who was his to do with as he pleased – or so it looked.

He looked vibrant, unequivocally male, and rampant with desire.

Penny was mesmerised and electric with a current of barely suppressed excitement as she surveyed the hard body and the
harder
penis. It stood proudly before him, rearing as his eyes raked over her body.

Everything he’d undergone and envisaged during the time she’d been here was in those eyes. She responded to that look, writhed in welcome on the restraints that bound her. Just by looking at him she could envisage the feel of his skin against her skin, his flesh within hers.

Accompanied by loud breathing, Alistair lunged toward her, his head bent, lips hot on her breasts, teeth sharp on her nipples.

She yelped against the confines of the metal bit, yet at the same time arched her back so her breasts were more prominent, more thrusting toward his mouth.

‘No! Not yet!’

As the riding crop laced a series of blows across Alistair’s back, he was yanked rudely from her, his head jerking as Nadine pulled him away like a dog on a lead.

‘On your knees!’ Nadine ordered.

Her brother obeyed.

‘Stay there!’ she snapped, not that he could do otherwise. Nadine had passed the lead rein through a link on the wall and had left little room for him to manoeuvre.

She came to Penny’s side.

‘Now, my pretty pussy,’ she murmured through her big white teeth. ‘Let me just get you ready for the first part of the covering.’

Nadine adjusted the supports to which she was tied so that they slid one inside the other towards the floor. Now Penny was leaning forward, so far that she was forced to go on to her knees.

Her arms were still above her, still firmly strapped to the uprights which had now been reduced in height. Her ankles too were still restrained, only now she was on her knees, a
deep
‘V’ between her legs still leaving her damp pussy very much exposed.

‘Now, my beautiful boy, come over here and do your worst!’ She said it with laughter and also with pleasure.

Nadine undid the leather from the metal ring to which she had tied him and tugged her brother to his feet. She brought him, his eyes still glazed and his breathing rapid, before Penny.

Penny gasped, her eyes big with delight as his throbbing appendage leapt with anticipation before her eyes. All the desires that had come into being after that walk through a crowded city street now reached their full potential. She badly wanted him. She moaned against the restraint of the bridle and the bit, and writhed against the bonds that held her so tightly to the frame.

How glad she was not to be blinkered. There it was before her in all its ramrod glory; soft-skinned, yet incredibly hard. All ten inches of it leapt with pleasure as its soft pink crown gently kissed her lips. It was soft, warm and begging to enter.

‘Open your mouth. Take him in!’ Nadine demanded.

Without hesitation, Penny obeyed. Above her, he moaned as she tilted her head to accommodate him. Sea breezes and the tang of wind-blown sand were the flavours that assaulted her taste buds. She smelt him, the hormone of his arousal filling her nostrils and her head.

Bound as she was, the rest of her body responded. Her nipples pouted and her sex wept hot tears of desire.

Gently, slowly. Back and forth. His pelvis moved; his piston retreated, then advanced. As he moved, his forest of silky soft pubic hair muffled her breath and tickled her lips.

Nadine was now out of view. Not that Penny cared. She was lost in delight and in victory. The wager was won; yet somehow,
it
was no longer important. With Alistair in her mouth, her eyes slid sidelong to look toward the vast expanse of mirror that almost covered one wall. Beyond that were the rows of theatre-style seats where earlier she had overheard Nadine and Alistair talking about her.

If her mouth hadn’t been so full, she would have smiled. There were other things now more important than Alistair and more important than a wager. Even acquiring Ariadne’s stallion was less important now.

‘Take more of him, bitch! Eat some more!’

Penny winced with pleasurable pain as the riding crop lashed one cheek and then the other. Now she knew exactly where Nadine was. Obediently she took more of Alistair’s cock into her mouth. Nadine was behind her and taking obvious delight in laying half a dozen whacks on each of her warming cheeks.

But the lashings were not saved for her alone.

Nadine came into view at the front now, the tight leather and metal of her outfit making more of her breasts than they really were, her naked mons strangely menacing as it curled like petals over the thin strip of leather that ran between her legs. Her face was flushed, yet her eyes were anxious. What was she seeing? Penny asked herself. Could it be that Alistair was too responsive to her mouth and her body, too carried away by a dark-haired girl whose sensuality matched, and perhaps outdid, her own?

Perhaps with passion, perhaps with fear, Nadine raised the whip and brought it across Penny’s rear, then Alistair’s.

‘Give her more, you animal! Give her more!’ Nadine snarled.

As the crop lashed his naked buttocks, Alistair shoved sharply forward.