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  When he finally eased away from Lydia she collapsed wearily, her heart filled over the sheer splendor of having a man please her so thoroughly without any lingering emotions of shame, and when the threads of lust began to ebb from her mind and body, she turned to look at him over her shoulder.

  He was sitting back on his heels, watching her with a gentle expression, his hand still possessively resting upon her bottom.

  Lydia drew in a sharp breath, her chest heaving as she met his verdant eyes. She lifted a trembling hand to brush away damp strands of hair clinging to her neck and forehead, and a sudden feeling of shyness rose within her.

  ‘I… aren’t you going to… to satisfy yourself?’ she asked, and then blushed crimson at the embarrassing bluntness of the question.

  He didn’t respond, although his eyes were hot with lust, his breathing rapid. The heavy bulge in the front of his trousers further indicated his own arousal, but he didn’t move to ruthlessly fuck her, the way both Kruin and Preston undoubtedly would have.

  So Lydia slowly rose to her knees, her shirt still gaping open to expose her hard-tipped breasts, her jodhpurs still around her knees. Without covering herself, she moved towards him and reached for the zipper of his trousers.

  She slipped her fingers into the shadowy heat of his groin and closed them around his throbbing shaft, then pulled it into the open and bent to take the length of his erection into her mouth, and her body quaked with a renewed shiver of arousal when she tasted him so warm and heavy upon the surface of her tongue.

  His hands delved into her hair, his fingers curling over her scalp as she began sliding him moistly in and out of her mouth. A groan escaped him as his cock expanded from the erotic rhythm of Lydia’s milking fingers, flitting tongue, and tightly stretched lips. She sucked him deeply, caressing the twin sacs tucked so tightly between his legs, loving the taste and sensation of him filling her mouth and nudging into her throat.

  The rasping sound of his panting filled the stable, and it was not long before he groaned deeply, his body stiffening as he erupted into her maw, and she tightened her fist around him and swallowed every drop of his creamy fluids, stroking her tongue gently beneath his shaft as his tumescence slowly ebbed.

  They were both quiet for several long moments before Gabriel tucked his wilting cock away and zipped up his trousers. He bent to press his lips against her forehead in an affectionate, almost paternal kiss. Lydia stretched out in the hay and closed her eyes, feeling him lay down beside her, his fingers threaded through her hair.

  ‘How long have you been at the plantation?’ Lydia asked quietly.

  ‘Two years,’ he answered.

  ‘And have there been other girls here?’

  ‘No,’ Gabriel said. ‘You’re the first and only girl to actually live here.’

  Lydia smiled faintly and opened her eyes to look at him. ‘But others have visited, then?’

  ‘Yes, of course.’

  ‘Who?’

  ‘Just friends.’ He gave her a gentle squeeze and smile. ‘Not professionals, if that’s what you’re asking.’

  ‘Isn’t it dangerous to have them here?’

  He shook his head. ‘No, coming here is a sanctuary for them, just as it is for you. They don’t want anyone to know they come here, and they know their privacy will be well protected.’

  ‘Do they like… I mean, do they want you to… to do the same kind of things that…’ Lydia’s voice trailed off as color rose to tint her complexion.

  Gabriel looked at her for a minute, stroking her hair away from her brow. ‘To do the same kind of things we do to you?’ he asked, finishing her question for her.

  Lydia nodded.

  ‘Yes, I imagine that’s one of the reasons they come here.’

  ‘But do they… do they actually like it?’

  ‘From all evidence, yes, they do.’ He continued looking at her, his expression intent. ‘But the question is, do you?’

  Lydia broke her gaze away from him and pressed her cheek against his chest. She had no idea how to respond to his question. ‘I don’t know,’ she confessed. ‘I get physical pleasure, of course, but I don’t like the pain or the humiliation.’

  ‘Are you certain of that?’

  Lydia lifted her head in surprise. ‘Why wouldn’t I be certain?’

  ‘Think about it. How aroused were you when Preston whipped you?’

  ‘Very, but that was because of what I’d told him.’

  ‘About losing your virginity?’

  Lydia nodded. ‘The memory aroused me, yes,’ she admitted. ‘But not the whipping; like when Kruin use the belt on me. That was just awful.’

  ‘So it didn’t excite you to know how much we all wanted you, then?’ he probed. ‘How fantastic you looked spread out like that, being beaten?’

  Lydia shivered. Up until that moment she hadn’t even considered that she might actually have some degree of power or influence in the twisted relationships she had with the three men.

  ‘It may be exciting to a degree,’ she conceded. ‘But when you don’t have a choice in the matter, it—’

  ‘What did you just say?’

  His words were so abrupt that Lydia realized immediately she’d said the wrong thing. ‘I didn’t mean I don’t have a choice,’ she amended hastily. ‘Of course I do. I choose to be here. I just meant that sometimes I don’t feel as if I have any control.’

  Gabriel stood up, dusting needles of hay from his clothes. ‘You always have control, Lydia. If you remembered that, you might realize the true depths of your pleasure.’

  He started to walk away, but Lydia spoke before he could leave. ‘Gabriel,’ she called.

  He turned to look at her, his green eyes searing through the hot, dim light.

  ‘Jane,’ Lydia said.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Jane. My real name is Jane.’

  His mouth curved into a slight smile. ‘I’ll see you at dinner, Lydia,’ he said simply, and left the stable, pulling the door closed behind him. Lydia watched him go, letting his words filter through her mind as she stretched out in the hay and drifted into a shallow doze.

  Chapter 10

  Preston swallowed the last of his wine and looked across the table at Lydia. She had a natural grace about her, which was fused with her voraciously sexy nature. Although Preston suspected she was blissfully unaware of it, her innate eroticism beautifully enhanced her every movement.

  He had seen her stretch like a cat in a pool of dense sunlight, run her fingers through her hair as a warm breeze ruffled the dark strands, slide her bare legs over the grass to feel the velvety texture caress her calves and the soles of her feet. Now she concentrated on her dessert, her silky hair falling forward to brush against her pale cheek.

  With an elegant sweep of her fork, she sliced a generous portion of rich chocolate torte and placed it between her lips, her eyelids drifting down slightly as she tasted the exquisite pleasure of the thick, bittersweet dessert, and felt its smooth texture in her mouth and sliding down her throat. She swallowed with an audible sigh of pleasure, her pink tongue flickering out to capture a sugary crumb from her full lower lip.

  As she reached for her wineglass, she glanced up and unwittingly met Preston observing her. She flinched back slightly as if startled that he had been watching her in an entirely unguarded moment, and her hand trembled as she tore her gaze from his and lifted the glass to her lips.

  Preston’s mouth twisted in a satisfied smile. How charming of her to blush because he had observed her sensual enjoyment of a chocolate dessert. Even her blushes gave her creamy skin an enchanting reddish hue, bringing to mind images of succulent fruit and milk.

  Yes, Lydia’s deep eroticism reached into areas far beyond overt sexuality; it extended into every aspect of her being.

  He loved the fact that she continued to be fearful o
f him, although he was increasingly annoyed by her closeness to Gabriel. The younger man seemed to have a different kind of power over their charge, one that caused her to want to please him without coercion.

  Although, Preston reminded himself, coercion made things ever so much more interesting. He suspected that he would never grow tired of seeing his haughty Lydia burn with shame as she struggled to control her pleasure at their authoritarian hands.

  Preston was extremely pleased with how their little arrangement was working out thus far. Lydia was becoming quite adept at obeying most of their orders, although not without that inner flame of defiance that continued to flash in her eyes. She was also proving to be rather hopeless at controlling her secret sexual urges.

  Given her innate sensuality, Preston could understand her difficulty in suppressing her excitement, but of course that didn’t mean she wouldn’t pay for her indiscretions. He rather hoped she would not learn self-control anytime soon, if only to provide him with a most excellent excuse for administering punishments.

  After they had finished dessert, Gabriel disappeared into the library while Kruin went to his bedroom to do some work on his computer. Preston told Lydia to follow him to the drawing room, which she did with some reluctance.

  Considering he had several forthcoming punishments planned for his lovely charge, Preston decided to forgo a whipping tonight in favor of making her do the work instead.

  He particularly enjoyed sprawling out on one of the plush chaise lounges and commanding her to undress and then sit astride him. Her skin burned with embarrassment as she slipped out of her dress and climbed atop him, positioning herself directly over his groin, her elegant hands trembling as she obeyed his command to massage his penis until it was rigid enough to penetrate her cunt.

  Then when his pulsing shaft was buried deep within her honeyed depths, he relaxed back and ordered her to work herself up and down on it. He knew she hated this part the most, for not only did she have to endure his tormenting gaze on her face and breasts, but her movements caused an inevitable spiraling of her own discreditable arousal.

  ‘Do it, Lydia,’ Preston ordered harshly when she hesitated, and her eyes flashed with dislike, but she obediently began to grind on his lap, closing her eyes as the sturdy column of flesh invaded her depths. The delicious friction stimulated Preston’s cock within seconds, and he reached up to massage her firm breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

  ‘Don’t make me order you again, Lydia,’ he warned, knowing exactly what would eventually transpire. ‘You know what I like to see.’

  Two hot spots of color appeared on her cheeks. She didn’t look down at him, as if too ashamed to even meet his challenging stare as she slowly increased the pace of her ride.

  As she did so, a dark expression of arousal began to melt away the defiant look in her eyes. Her ruby lips parted as little panting noises emerged from her throat and a light sheen of sweat coated her skin. Soon her body was writhing with increasing energy upon his, providing him with the extremely luscious display that never failed to heighten his stimulation to delightful levels.

  Lydia’s moistened breasts bounced hypnotically each time she thrust herself down onto his stalk, the curves of her hips and hollow of her tummy quivering in time with her movements. As her excitement began to eclipse her prior shame and indignation, she braced her hands on his chest to strengthen the force of her movements. Her thighs, sleekly toned from her love of horse riding, tensed and flexed as if she was indeed astride a galloping steed.

  Preston watched her with an intense feeling of satisfaction and power. Lydia’s head fell back as she succumbed to the pistoning of his stalk and the inescapable flames it sparked within her. Moans began to escape her open mouth, and Preston pulled her down to him so he could close his lips around the lush, jutting tips of her breasts. Lydia shrieked with a hint of dismay, but pushed the succulent flesh against his face as if silently begging for more.

  Preston stroked the curves of her sweat-dampened flanks to her plump buttocks, whose gorgeous cushions he proceeded to strike with snappy, harsh blows. Lydia yelped with surprise, but did not cease in her furious ride on his oiled shaft.

  Her delectable bottom was soon burning from the force of Preston’s palms, and it wasn’t long before he felt her entire body tighten in a desperate effort to forestall her climax. He had learned to recognize the signs, and he smiled to himself as he watched Lydia’s inner struggle. Her eyes closed tightly, her fist clamping hard to a cushion, her hips rocking back and forth with sensual rhythm.

  Preston landed another hard spank on her rump. ‘Move!’ he commanded harshly. ‘I want to see those lovely breasts bouncing.’

  Lydia gave a groan of dismay, but increased her pace once again until finally she seemed to go pliant with resignation. She rode him harder and faster, leaning forward to obtain the most pleasurable position for herself, and then a cry of rapture tore from her throat as her body shook with a suffusion of vibrations. The sensation of her convulsing around his cock was too much for Preston to bear, and within seconds he pulled out of her and shot copious spunk over her tummy and between her thighs.

  They were both panting hard as the final pulses traveled through their blood, then a cloud of shame descended over Lydia as she climbed off him and went to retrieve her dress, wiping away trails of semen that disgustingly cooled and coated her thighs.

  ‘Don’t you have something to say to me?’ Preston demanded, and Lydia’s fists clenched on the cotton dress, but she turned to look at him.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she muttered.

  ‘Sorry for what?’

  ‘Sorry for extracting some pleasure from that without permission.’

  ‘As well you should be,’ Preston said with derision. ‘Honestly, Lydia, you’re just out of control, aren’t you?’

  He rose to pull on his trousers, then yanked the dress from her grip and tossed it aside. ‘You won’t be needing that tonight,’ he informed her. ‘And I’m thinking that tomorrow morning I might just fuck your ass for a change. Won’t that be enjoyable?’

  He chuckled at her expression of dismay, and then kissed her, forcing her luscious lips apart with his, thrusting his tongue into the warm haven of her mouth to taste the sweet freshness of her breath, then when she gave a little squeal of protest he closed his teeth painfully onto her lower lip before pulling away.

  Smiling at the furious look in Lydia’s eyes, he took her by the wrist and led her naked up the stairs.

  Just as they reached the second staircase the door to Gabriel’s room opened, and the younger man’s eyes were broody as he looked from Preston to Lydia, and back again.

  Preston stopped, amused. ‘Good evening, Gabriel,’ he said congenially. ‘Lydia and I just had a delightful time downstairs. Remind me to tell you about it tomorrow. Now, if you’ll excuse us.’

  ‘Wait,’ Gabriel snapped, so curtly even Preston was taken by surprise. ‘You’ve been monopolizing Lydia’s time,’ he accused abruptly. ‘So she’ll be sleeping in her own room from now on.’

  Preston blinked at the tone in Gabriel’s voice, while behind him Lydia drew in a sharp, anxious breath. His grip tightened on her wrist as jealousy and anger curdled in his gut.

  ‘Since when do you issue decrees like that to me?’ he demanded coldly, disliking the challenge of Gabriel. ‘Lydia belongs in my bed—’

  ‘She does not,’ Gabriel cut in. ‘She belongs in her own bed. Now let her go.’

  ‘How dare you talk to me like that?’ Preston growled, his rage simmering. ‘Do you think you can just…?’

  His words dissipated when Gabriel took several determined steps towards them. For an instant Preston feared the younger man might actually strike him, but Gabriel merely reached to release Lydia’s wrist from his clutches.

  He pulled her towards him, placing a hand on her lower back to guide her into he
r bedroom. ‘Go to bed, Preston,’ Gabriel suggested frostily. ‘You’re looking tired.’

  He returned to his own room, while fury tightened Preston’s every sinew as he stared at the closed door for a few undecided moments, before stalking angrily upstairs.

  Preston placed his teacup with such repressed control onto the saucer that the china didn’t even clink. His shoulders were taut with irritation, his eyes seething with blue fire as he turned to look at Gabriel.

  ‘Don’t ever talk to me like that again in front of Lydia,’ he insisted. ‘How dare you undermine my authority?’

  ‘I undermined nothing,’ Gabriel replied, his voice icy. He crossed his arms, his stance defiantly wide. If nothing else, he would not allow Preston to walk out of the room without acknowledging Lydia’s right to at least some semblance of privacy and independence. ‘You were doing that already by forcing her to sleep with you.’

  ‘She’s mine!’ Preston snapped, his hands clenched into fists. ‘If I want to sleep with her, I will sleep with her.’

  ‘She is not yours,’ Gabriel said rebelliously.

  ‘I found her!’ Preston bellowed.

  ‘That does not make her yours,’ Kruin interjected. He was sitting in an oak chair near the window, his features set hard as he looked from Preston to Gabriel. ‘And allowing her into your bed was not part of the agreement.’

  ‘What difference does it make?’ Preston retorted. ‘She loves it there.’

  ‘She does not,’ Gabriel countered.

  Preston glowered at him furiously. ‘Since when do you know so much about her? Since she sucked your cock?’

  Gabriel’s mouth compressed. ‘If that’s the best you can—’

  ‘She’s ours to do with as we please,’ Preston raged. ‘She knew that from the beginning. She’d be in prison if it weren’t for me. She came to me, remember, I didn’t seek her out.’