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Then, as suddenly as he’d pinioned her, he released her and now she found herself forced to the ground, kneeling with her thighs spread and the lower half of her legs outside his. ‘Cup yourself between your thighs,’ he insisted. ‘Use your own hands to press against yourself.’

‘I want you,’ whimpered Harriet.

‘Do as I say,’ repeated Edmund, and slowly the sightless Harriet’s hands strayed between her thighs until her palms could cup the tender ache and press against the needy flesh. Edmund kissed the side of her neck, and Harriet’s head moved back to allow his mouth to travel more freely around her ears and jawline. As he kissed her she felt his hands insinuate themselves under hers
and then he was moving her hands, pressing upwards so that her clitoris began to throb and then easing the pressure until the flames of desire started to abate a little.

He maintained this tormenting rhythm until Harriet grew frantic as her overheated body screamed for its climax. She felt as though all her insides were cramping as they were constantly drawn tight and then relaxed again due to the stimulation but at last he circled his hands against hers. This meant that the whole of the area beneath her outer sex lips was stimulated in the way she liked best and the throbbing of her clitoris increased in tempo until a searing flash shot through her, lancing up the middle of her body between her breasts and across her neck and shoulders as she erupted once more into a shuddering orgasm.

‘There,’ said Edmund calmly. ‘Wasn’t that worth waiting for?’

The blindfold was removed and he took her into the bathroom and led her into the shower cubicle before letting the warm spray cover them both. As the water cascaded down, he sponged every trace of salt and oil from her skin and then dried her briskly with a warm fluffy towel from the heated rail.

‘I don’t think I can come again yet,’ murmured Harriet, walking ahead of him back into the bedroom.

‘Of course you can,’ retorted Edmund. ‘This will help. Look, I had Oliver set up his exercise
bike in the corner before we began. You’ll find it a very stimulating piece of equipment used my way!’

Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of Ella’s cries. Harriet turned and saw the young actress sitting on Lewis’s lap, her legs wrapped round his waist and her head thrown back in orgy of excitement as he brought her to orgasm on his massive erection.

‘Was she faking that?’ Edmund asked Noella with interest.

Noella smiled. ‘Certainly not!’

‘Then it sounded very good, don’t you agree, Harriet?’

Harriet did agree, and she found that simply watching and listening had brought her senses alive again, although she still felt too weary to contemplate another climax. Edmund, it seemed, did not intend to be guided by her judgement.

‘Sit on the side of the bed and part your thighs, Harriet,’ he said briskly.

‘Why?’

‘Just to allow me to put this inside you. It’s an ivory phallus that I bought when I was out East once. Noella says it feels very agreeable. I’ll be interested to hear if you agree with her.’

Harriet looked down and watched as he covered the phallus in jelly and then slowly eased the full length of it inside her vagina. It was very long and wide and at first slightly uncomfortable but once she was used to it she agreed with Noella, and its coolness was welcome after all that
had gone before.

At the bottom of the phallus was a T-bar that kept it in place when Edmund removed his hands. He then pulled her to her feet and across to the exercise bike. ‘Now, sit on the saddle, which is tilted slightly forward as you can see, and start to pedal. Try and keep your speed up, it will increase the sensations. The faster you move the greater the sensations.’

As soon as she was seated, Harriet realised what he meant about it being stimulating. The ivory phallus within her pressed against her vaginal walls, and the movements of her legs combined with the friction of her vulva against the saddle meant that every part of her vagina was titillated, and the nerve endings around the clitoris were also indirectly stimulated so that soon her belly began to swell and she felt her own lubrication seeping out onto the T-bar.

She was aroused and orgasmic, but sheer exhaustion seemed to prevent her from reaching the desired pinnacle and after a few minutes her legs moved more slowly on the pedals. ‘That’s not fast enough,’ said Edmund.

‘I’m tired,’ retorted Harriet.

‘You won’t climax if you don’t keep going.’

‘Perhaps I’ve had all the orgasms I can,’ she cried.

‘Nonsense,’ said Edmund, and behind her back he picked up a latex pleasure whip.

Harriet crouched low over the handlebars, trying to bring satisfaction to her screaming flesh
and all at once she felt Edmund bring down the whip with searing force against her curved back. She shouted out in shock.

‘Every time you slow the pace I shall strike you again,’ said Edmund.

Harriet knew that she could stop the game, get off the bike and say it was over for the night, but a darker part of her didn’t want that to happen. She wanted to be driven on, beyond the boundaries she would have selected for herself and so she kept going, and every time she slowed, every time her aching calf muscles tried to rest, the latex whip would strike her in what she now thought of as a special kind of caress.

The burning sensations from the latex whip joined up with the red-hot flickers from all the nerve endings stimulated by the ivory phallus until at last, just when she was despairing of relief, the whip fell one last time and she doubled forward and then jerked upright throwing herself back, forcing Edmund to catch hold of her to prevent her from falling off the bike as she was shaken by a cataclysmic explosion.

‘There,’ said Edmund softly as he removed the phallus, ‘I knew you could do it.’

On shaking legs, Harriet went and sat on the bed and it was only then that she realised that Lewis and Ella had finished and were both watching her. Ella looked envious and astonished, but Lewis’s expression was unfathomable.

‘One more,’ said Edmund to them all. ‘She’ll have one more and that I think will be the
finish for tonight.’

‘I can’t!’ said Harriet, but deep down she knew she was prepared to try.

‘Yes you can, my love,’ he assured her and she was so startled by the endearment that she lay back on the bed without further protest while Lewis, who had also heard it, had to restrain himself from physically attacking his one-time friend and financial backer.

Very carefully and deliberately, Edmund spread-eagled Harriet’s legs, opening her up fully until everyone in the room could see the area between her thighs. Lewis saw that she was fully aroused, the outer sex lips flattened outwards, the clitoris enlarged and protruding proudly, and on her pubic hair the tell-tale signs of moisture from her vagina. Her breasts were full, the veins showing clearly beneath the skin and her nipples hard in the dark and swollen areolae.

Lewis, who had just climaxed deep within Ella, felt his scrotum tighten and his testicles lift towards his body, but Edmund, who had not yet allowed himself the luxury of an orgasm, had a full erection and his nipples were almost as erect as Harriet’s.

Noella, the only one of them who had not been physically touched during the evening, began to stroke her breasts through the material of her figure-hugging dress. She wished that it was all over so that she could run to Oliver and let him assuage her starved senses.

‘Hold her ankles,’ Edmund told Noella. ‘She
may move involuntarily otherwise and I don’t want to lose her at the vital moment.’

The sight of the other woman, lying sprawled on the bed totally open to her gaze, aroused incredible feelings in Ella. She longed to be allowed to go forward and touch the clearly excited flesh herself, to swirl her finger against the button standing so proudly in the midst of the damp tissue but she knew that she had to stand and watch, allowing Edmund to draw forth what would have been for Ella an impossible final orgasm.

When Edmund’s finger slid up her inner channel Harriet jumped. Her flesh was ultra-sensitive now and every movement threatened to be too intense unless carefully judged, but she trusted his skill as a consummate lover.

Very carefully he eased the finger inside her and massaged the area around her G-spot until he felt the tiny gland start to swell beneath his manipulations. Harriet felt it too and suddenly she was even more damp between her thighs as her body seemed to melt into a pool of liquid. It was an amazing sensation, far more intense than at any other time, and it made her wanton body crave the ultimate pleasure yet again, despite the fact that she was almost utterly exhausted.

Edmund massaged the G-spot for several seconds and then allowed his thumb to move up towards the clitoral area at the same time as he continued the internal caress. Now all the lubricated tissue was swollen, and as the glorious
moment of climax approached, the previously proud clitoris retracted beneath its hood and some of the wonderful feelings died.

‘No!’ cried Harriet despairingly.

‘Don’t worry, relax and trust me,’ Edmund soothed her as he pushed the hood up with his free hand, but the clitoris was too sensitive to be touched and when he tried to massage the shaft Harriet shifted uncomfortably.

She was almost out of her mind with longing now. Despite everything her nerve endings clamoured for this final orgasm. Already teased towards fulfilment she felt that she’d go mad if she wasn’t allowed what she sensed would be the most intense experience of her life and yet her body was betraying her.

‘I can’t!’ wailed Harriet.

‘Of course you can,’ Edmund assured her, allowing the clitoris to retreat once more. Then, still massaging her G-spot, he pushed the surrounding flesh upwards until he’d exposed the opening to her urethra, an almost invisible opening that he knew contained more nerve endings than any other part of the vulva. ‘In a few more seconds, you’ll come,’ he whispered as he lowered his head.

Every part of her was as swollen and aroused as it could possibly be and the ache of unsatisfied desire was so intense that it was all she could feel as it throbbed deep within her belly and behind her pubic bone. ‘My breasts!’ she complained, feeling the heavy ache behind her nipples as well.

‘Squeeze them yourself,’ said Edmund, unable to help her himself. ‘Start now, and squeeze harder than you’d normally squeeze.’

Gasping and moaning, Harriet encircled her breasts and squeezed. Immediately the ache changed into a thrill of wonderfully searing pleasure and, as she arched her hips slightly, with satisfaction Edmund finally allowed the very tip of his tongue to skim across her urethral opening and then flicked the point hard against the entrance itself.

Harriet’s scream as her body jackknifed on the bed would have been heard by anyone in the house, and it even carried through the open window to Oliver’s cottage where he sat reading in the tiny front room.

Noella kept hold of Harriet’s legs so that Edmund could continue to play his tongue over this exquisite area of tender flesh and Harriet screamed again as the sensations continued to flood over her, finally quenching the previously insatiable hunger that Edmund had aroused in her.

‘Stop!’ she shouted at last. ‘Let me go! That’s enough, it’s enough!’ Lewis saw her roll around the bed in a final delirium of ecstasy as Noella released her legs.

Chapter Eleven

HARRIET LAY IN
an exhausted heap on the bed as Edmund rolled off her after finally allowing himself to climax inside her still spasming body. For him, as well as her, it had been the most intense experience of his life. He looked at Lewis. ‘Your turn tomorrow night,’ he said with a faint smile.

Ella licked her lips in anticipation and smiled at Edmund. ‘And mine with you,’ she reminded him.

Edmund nodded, his eyes suddenly cool again. ‘Indeed, tomorrow you and I spend the night together.’

Slowly Harriet sat up and looked about her. ‘No,’ she said clearly.

Edmund’s eyes narrowed. ‘What do you mean?’

‘This is the end. The game’s over.’

Lewis felt as though someone had hit him in
the stomach as the pain of her rejection struck home. ‘Harriet, please …’ he began.

‘I know all I need to know now,’ she continued, still keeping her gaze fixed on Edmund. ‘This is the end.’

‘But Lewis has to see how well he can do.’

‘Tonight was for me, not for Lewis and most certainly not for you,’ said Harriet calmly. ‘I wanted to see how far it was possible for me to go and now I know.’

‘But I satisfied you more than Lewis has ever done,’ said Edmund. ‘I know I did. Does this mean you’re going to stay with me?’

She shook her head. ‘Of course not.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I could never love you. You’re a sexual technician, and a very good one, but there isn’t anything more. That’s probably enough for a lot of women, but not for me. I know now that for me sex alone isn’t enough, however incredible. There has to be involvement, feeling, love if you like, otherwise it’s pointless.’

‘I do love you!’ cried Edmund.

‘No,’ said Harriet, ‘you only think you do. I’m not your kind of woman at all, except sexually.’

‘Lewis doesn’t love you,’ said Edmund, his face twisting in rage. ‘When we toasted tonight he toasted his film. I was the one who toasted you.’

Harriet looked at her husband and he stared back at her, his dark eyes full of pain. ‘It’s true,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t know why. I wasn’t thinking straight at the time.’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ said Harriet quietly. ‘I know how much the film means to you, and I’m sorry that I can’t go on, but for me this is the end of the story.’

Lewis nodded. ‘And for me. I knew even before you spoke that I couldn’t make love to you in front of the others tomorrow night.’

‘I think you’re both mad!’ exploded Edmund, grabbing hold of Ella’s wrists and drawing her into the bathroom. ‘I’m quite sure that there’s still some pleasure to be had from the night’s game even if you two won’t join in. Perhaps it’s Ella who’s the true Helena.’

Noella slipped quietly away to join Oliver, knowing that she wouldn’t return to America, and Lewis and Harriet found themselves alone.

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