A Chamber of Delights (4 page)

To her surprise, the gardener rose, his penis stiff and beating. Was he one of those rare men who could have a hard-on for hours? Gael closed her eyes at the thought. If Flanders was a stallion like that, could she resist the temptation to . . .? She worked her dildo hard.

‘Now lick me, Mrs Sones,’ he whispered as he towered over Sophie. ‘You know you like to taste my spunk.’

Gael looked back at the scene. Lying with her legs apart, Sophie stared up at his balls as he placed his feet each side of her. A drop of milky fluid landed on her belly. She massaged it into her navel, then took the fingers to her mouth and sucked.

‘Lick me,’ he hissed as he ran a finger down his shaft.

Obediently, the girl sat up. She put her lips to his scrotum, closing her eyes as she scented him, her tongue darting between his testes. Gael watched them bobble as he flexed his hips and rubbed himself against the redhead’s tongue, closing his eyes and stroking at her hair.

‘Now open your mouth, my sweet,’ he crooned very softly. Gael wondered if he was softening towards the girl. Did he have a romantic side to him after all?

Sophie obeyed again, looking at the rearing shaft before her face. She knelt as he flexed it down and pushed it into her eager mouth.

‘Now suck it slowly. You know the way I like it.’

She sucked on him with tenderness and pleasure, closing her eyes and breathing deeply through her nose. She ran her fingers up his belly. Then she held his balls in one palm and massaged the root of his shaft with her thumb.

He held his palms about her ears, pulling her on to himself, easing in and out of her mouth as he had between her legs. He did it very slowly, in the same way as men had pushed into Gael after they had flushed her
with their spurt, just feeling her sensual heat around their beating member.

Sophie pulled her mouth away and looked up with pleading eyes. ‘When are you going to make me come?’ Holding his shaft like a lollipop, she ran her tongue-tip lightly along its groove.

He withdrew from her grasp, stooped and picked up his clothes. ‘Some other time, perhaps.’

‘Where are you going, Todd Flanders?’ Sophie grabbed his shaft again and tried to pull him back, but it was too slick for her to grasp.

‘I’m going to bed, Mrs Sones. Where else?’

She sprang to her feet, her hands on her hips, her breasts swinging heavily. ‘But what about me, you pig?’

‘You had your chance but you were too slow, my sweet.’ He touched the tip of her nose lovingly with his finger.

‘You’re a bastard, Flanders. I hate you. I need to come now – not in the morning.’ Sophie raised her fist to strike him but he caught her by the wrist.

‘Now don’t be a naughty girl,’ he hissed. ‘I’ll have you over the kitchen table as usual in the morning. Wear a skirt and make sure you leave your knickers off. I don’t want the bother of taking them down.’ He smirked.

‘But I need to come now. I want to be fucked. I need your cock between my legs. You know I only come like that.’

‘Then you’d better go home and find your husband, sweetheart. Perhaps he’ll satisfy you better than I do.’

‘You know he won’t. Don’t go. Please stay and fuck me now. Please.’

He dropped her arm and turned away, his penis jutting upright as he walked. Gael nearly sprang out to stop him, but what could she have done? She might have slapped his face but she couldn’t have ordered him to have the girl again even though he was clearly stiff enough to do so.

Sophie shook her fist. ‘You lousy bastard. I’ll never let you touch me again. Never.’

He gave a cynical laugh. ‘Then I’ll see what I can do with Miss Goody-goody, for a change. I’m told that the prudish ones are the best, once you get their knickers off.’

GAEL FUMED AS
she watched the gardener disappear through the woods. Damn the man. She would teach him a lesson for his arrogance.

She turned back towards Sophie who was angrily picking up her clothes. Gael thought that, far from being shocked at what would go on at parties, this girl might be an asset. Certainly she wouldn’t blab scandals around the neighbourhood, as her own actions had been quite scandalous.

A twig snapped under Gael’s foot again.

Sophie turned in her direction, her eyes alight. ‘You can stop hiding, Flanders. I know you’re there.’ She dropped her clothes and lay back on the grass, her legs open, her vulva flushed. ‘Come on, you brute.’ She rubbed its lips and worked her clitoris in small circles. ‘I knew you couldn’t resist this for long.’

The next few seconds dragged. Gael couldn’t sneak away without being seen. Hoping against hope that Sophie would not discover her, Gael dropped the dildo in the grass.

Sophie sat up, scowling. ‘For God’s sake, Todd, I’ve had enough of your games. I know you’re there.’ When she sprang up and rounded the tree, her jaw dropped.

With her blouse open and her skirt around her ankles, Gael felt like a naughty girl caught at the keyhole of her parents’ bedroom with her knickers down.

‘You? What the hell are you doing here?’ Sophie faced her squarely, her pubis pushed out as she set her legs astride and clamped her hands upon her hips.

‘I’m sorry,’ Gael stammered. ‘I came down for a swim. You both took me by surprise.’

‘I bet you were surprised.’ Sophie scanned Gael up and down, noting her naked pubis and eyeing her breasts. Her own breasts were full and taut from the liaison with the gardener. She threw her head back in that haughty way Gael had seen before. ‘But did you learn anything about how a man plays with a woman? Did you enjoy watching him lick my quim before he fucked me?’

Gael’s temper rose. ‘I’m not so naïve as you seem to think.’

Sophie’s nostrils flared derisively.

Gael glowered at her and mimicked her stance. ‘I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.’

‘Perhaps not. But I asked if you learnt anything.’

Gael was uncertain how she should react. After all, she was the mistress and the girl could easily be replaced if she was going to be obstreperous. But then she relented. The sights and sounds and scents of the man having the girl so ardently had raised her need for sex and left her unfulfilled.

She turned to go but Sophie caught her arm. ‘Oh no, you don’t get away that easily.’

Gael began to tremble. The sight of the aroused young woman set her pulse racing. Her vaginal muscles tightened.

Sophie sneered. ‘Frightened of what I might do to you, are you?’

Gael pulled herself up tall, easily as tall as the housemaid. ‘I’m not frightened of you. Let go of my arm.’

Sophie hung on despite Gael’s effort to pull away. She stared into Gael’s eyes. ‘I think you did enjoy watching us.’

Totally naked and unashamed, the girl had an air of self-confidence about her that was surprising. Gael shook her off. ‘Yes – if you really want to know – I did enjoy it. I wanted to join in.’

The admission seemed to soften Sophie’s demeanour.

Gael lowered her eyes to stop them showing her excitement. Then she raised them. Why should she be subservient to the servant?

‘Yes,’ Sophie hissed, as she ran a finger through Gael’s cleft. ‘I can see that you enjoyed it. Do you like being whipped as well?’

Yes, she did like being whipped – just hard enough to feel her skin flush and her sexual energy rise to swell her vulva and her breasts. Whipping had been something which Bunny Grymwell had introduced her to. He had been a master of keeping her on the edge of ecstasy, spanking her as he took her from behind.

Sophie took Gael’s chin and pinched. ‘I asked you if you like being whipped.’

Gael shook her head. There was no way she was going to let this girl know what she liked or hated. She sensed a sadistic streak in the way the wide mouth curled. She could imagine Sophie always getting what she wanted. She had clearly wanted Flanders to string her from that bough. She had loved the way he’d whipped her with the leafy branch. She’d closed her eyes in ecstasy as he’d raked her body with his nails. Now she was clearly bent upon getting pleasure from Gael in some way – but Gael couldn’t work out how.

Sophie backed Gael against the tree, her eyes alight with anger, her breathing short. Her lips came in so close that Gael could feel her breath. She had an urge to kiss that mouth just as she’d wanted to that morning.

Sophie hissed, ‘I’m going to whip you for your sneaking. Then we’ll see just how much you like it. And if you cry out, I’ll whip you harder until you beg for me to stop.’ With a slender forefinger, she skimmed Gael’s
nipple and made a thrill run down between her legs. Then to Gael’s surprise, the housemaid put her lips to hers and kissed her tenderly.

Stripped below the waist and with her blouse undone, Gael felt her excitement mount as the girl’s bare flesh touched hers. Now Sophie’s fingers slipped around the slender waist and down into the crevice of Gael’s bottom. She abandoned her resolve not to get involved with the servants. Her lips took Sophie’s hungrily. She could feel how warm and moist they were as they pushed out for a moment. The tongue snaked through her lips. Then Sophie pulled away. Her eyes flashed with amusement. ‘You don’t really think I fancy you, do you?’

Gael struck out. The flat of her hand caught the surprised girl on the cheek. It made her reel.

Sophie glowered. Then she hit back, catching Gael a glancing blow on the shoulder.

Their fingers locked.

They fell.

Then Sophie was on top of Gael, her leg between Gael’s legs, her teeth biting at Gael’s neck.

The heat of the naked body on her own, the taut breasts touching hers, the belly panting against her sweating skin, raised Gael’s excitement. Sophie’s legs began to grind, spreading the lips of her opponent’s sex, slipping in her moistness. That stimulated Gael more than the gentle kiss had done. When Sophie’s mouth came on to hers, Gael began to pant. Her hand found Sophie’s bottom and slipped between the buttocks – searching until her finger found the housemaid’s anal ring. She plunged the finger in.

‘You bitch.’ The girl shuddered, squeezed on Gael’s finger and bit her shoulder hard.

Gael twisted her finger, making Sophie squirm.

They rolled towards the water, Gael plunging her goading finger ever deeper as Sophie bit her neck. The
redhead panted harshly. Her fingers clawed at Gael’s breasts.

Gael’s leg was slick with nectar as Sophie rubbed her vulva softly against the hardness of Gael’s thigh.

Gael raked her back as Sophie bit at her lips, almost stifling her. As she struggled to catch a breath, they rolled into the water, clawing at each other as it closed upon their skin. The coldness was quite stunning for an instant, then brought Gael to her senses. What was she doing? She’d let her senses rule her mind.

She wriggled free but Sophie tripped her and made her sprawl. As she snatched a whippy branch up and thrashed at Gael’s bare bottom, her eyes were full of lust and her cheeks brightly flushed.

Gael turned away, pulling her knees up to her breasts. But this exposed her sex lips to the stinging of the branch. As she tried to flee again, the switch whipped through her legs. She gasped and rolled, trying to crawl away. On her knees, her genitals were exposed, the switch catching her labia lips to make them tingle hotly. She flushed and felt her moisture well from deep inside her, the stimulation making her vulva spasm. It always did that when she was just about to come, the walls of her vaginal sleeve clamping and releasing.

Sophie pushed Gael on to her back. With her foot between Gael’s breasts, she pinned her mistress down. ‘You bitch. You bloody bitch,’ she gasped. ‘I need you, for Christ’s sake. Now suck me off, or I’ll whip you till you do.’

Sophie sank to her knees. Astride Gael’s shoulders, she thrust her pubis out. Her eyes glared down at Gael hungrily.

‘And you can go to hell,’ Gael snarled.

Sophie hit her hard across the face and made her gasp. ‘You will lick me, you bitch,’ she screamed. ‘You’ll lick me until I come.’ She tugged Gael’s hair and pulled Gael’s face up between her legs. She ground Gael’s mouth against her sex and worked her hips.

Water poured from the ginger hair between the housemaid’s legs. It ran into Gael’s mouth and made her swallow. As Gael’s lips met the hot, soft flesh, she began to lick, driving her tongue in deeply.

Seeming to be certain that Gael was mastered now, Sophie squatted widely. Her vulva stretched open, her clitoris protruding from its folds. Now Gael had open access for her tongue. She lapped the housemaid steadily in long, slow strokes from her anus to her nubbin. She took the nub between her lips and sucked, then raked the tightened hollows of the redhead’s groin until the girl began to moan.

Sophie came with a gasping cry of pleasure. It made her body shake. As she worked Gael’s mouth between her legs, she murmured, ‘You bitch. You wonderful bitch.’

When Sophie withdrew she stood up and smiled.

Gael rose to her feet, shaking from the violence of the encounter. Still keyed-up, she needed fast release. Her body throbbed, her skin hot and her mind in a spin.

Sophie’s anger seemed to have gone completely now that she’d come. She grinned and put her hand out. ‘Truce?’

Still reeling from the passion of the moment, Gael wiped the nectar from her mouth and swallowed hard. Then she put her hand out too and said, ‘OK. Truce.’

Sophie’s mouth curved up at the edges. ‘Good. Now, I’m bloody cold. I need a hot shower, then I want to eat you. I want to see just how much you wriggle on my tongue.’ She grinned again. ‘I’ll fuck you if you like. Melindi’s got a strap-on we could use.’

Gael’s body was burning with need. She could hardly wait to get back to the house, but she wanted a hot shower as well. She needed to be warm. But most of all she needed to have the housemaid in the way she liked the most. She might have called a truce, but that didn’t mean she’d forgiven the tart for the way that she’d behaved.

They walked stark naked, hand in hand, back to the house. It seemed dark and menacing without lights. Nobody would see them except perhaps the gardener if he was still around. Gael couldn’t care. She had definite plans for him. She’d show him who was mistress in no uncertain way.