much. But she couldn’t look away.
“Kenneth, ask her ladyship’s maid to join us. I’m in need of her services.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Her maid ? Surely he wasn’t—
“You’ve been a very naughty woman, my dear. On many, many levels. You’ve flaunted your deliciously gorgeous body in front of anyone within eyesight, have you not?”
Have you not? Oh my god, he’s good at this. But why wouldn’t he be? Danny was proficient at anything he put his mind to. He strove for excellence. Why would role-playing in a local sex club prove any different?
“I’m waiting,” he said softly.
“Perhaps,” Erin replied. She heard the click of heels against the smooth concrete of the floor and stopped herself from pulling her head free and turning away from his penetrating stare.
“Oh my dear, you definitely have. Should I tell you how many have watched as you’ve found release, either at my hands—or cock—as well as your own fingers?”
“Sir?” A meek female voice echoed behind her and Danny exerted a little pressure, silently urging Erin to move forward as he took two steps backward. Erin literally jumped when soft, cool fingers brushed the back of her neck.
“Proceed, Tina,” Danny said, releasing his grip and crossing his arms over his chest. “But very slowly, I think. Her ladyship likes things that way. Isn’t that right, Philip?”
As the maid undid the top button of the dress, Erin noticed movement to her left and watched a man exit one of the private rooms and stand directly in front of the mirror. He was burly and wore the garb of an eighteenth-century groundskeeper. He was pretty close in appearance to the character in her book and Erin marveled at the effort Danny had expended to make the scene as true to life as possible. The man was her creation. Her Philip. Who had been privy to an eyeful of rowdy lust in the topiary garden.
“Aye sir. That she does.” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave Erin a smug smile. “I’d like to feel her mouth on my cock.”
Erin gasped, her gaze shooting to the man’s crotch before she quickly looked at Danny. There hadn’t been anything like that in her book. No threesomes. Nor had there been a lady’s maid who reached inside her heroine’s opened gown to caress the underside of each ass cheek. Erin tightened her glutes and tried to shift unobtrusively to the side but the woman followed.
“That will be the lady’s choice, Philip,” Danny said, and Erin’s thoughts flicked back to the man. To both men. The things they could do to her if she allowed it.
“What do you think, my lady? Would you find it a new dimension to your current debauchery to have me thrusting into your pussy while he fucks your sweet, sweet mouth?”
“Danny!” Erin clutched at his shirt, closing her eyes when he leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, his familiar cologne a suddenly comforting scent.
“Baby, relax. It’s all play. As much or as little as you want,” he whispered. “Behind each of those seven mirrors are watch lounges. All of them are filled. Or were filled. That’s where Philip came from. There are others who are watching. I know you like the idea. I think you crave it, quite frankly. There’s nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing. The wrongness comes by not owning up to the truth. Just take some deep breaths and really think about what you need from this experience.”
“Need?” she whispered just as softly. At that moment the woman behind her shifted her fingers and carefully stroked the silky fabric of Erin’s panties, using firm, wide circles to rub her ass. She leaned forward, placed her chin on Erin’s shoulder and offered an opinion as she slid her hands under the elastic and nails scored her bare flesh.
“Perhaps she needs a sound spanking.”
Without thought, Erin shifted her hips backward and the woman chuckled, pressing her breasts against Erin’s back as she turned her head and kissed the sensitive spot below
“Kenneth, ask her ladyship’s maid to join us. I’m in need of her services.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Her maid ? Surely he wasn’t—
“You’ve been a very naughty woman, my dear. On many, many levels. You’ve flaunted your deliciously gorgeous body in front of anyone within eyesight, have you not?”
Have you not? Oh my god, he’s good at this. But why wouldn’t he be? Danny was proficient at anything he put his mind to. He strove for excellence. Why would role-playing in a local sex club prove any different?
“I’m waiting,” he said softly.
“Perhaps,” Erin replied. She heard the click of heels against the smooth concrete of the floor and stopped herself from pulling her head free and turning away from his penetrating stare.
“Oh my dear, you definitely have. Should I tell you how many have watched as you’ve found release, either at my hands—or cock—as well as your own fingers?”
“Sir?” A meek female voice echoed behind her and Danny exerted a little pressure, silently urging Erin to move forward as he took two steps backward. Erin literally jumped when soft, cool fingers brushed the back of her neck.
“Proceed, Tina,” Danny said, releasing his grip and crossing his arms over his chest. “But very slowly, I think. Her ladyship likes things that way. Isn’t that right, Philip?”
As the maid undid the top button of the dress, Erin noticed movement to her left and watched a man exit one of the private rooms and stand directly in front of the mirror. He was burly and wore the garb of an eighteenth-century groundskeeper. He was pretty close in appearance to the character in her book and Erin marveled at the effort Danny had expended to make the scene as true to life as possible. The man was her creation. Her Philip. Who had been privy to an eyeful of rowdy lust in the topiary garden.
“Aye sir. That she does.” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave Erin a smug smile. “I’d like to feel her mouth on my cock.”
Erin gasped, her gaze shooting to the man’s crotch before she quickly looked at Danny. There hadn’t been anything like that in her book. No threesomes. Nor had there been a lady’s maid who reached inside her heroine’s opened gown to caress the underside of each ass cheek. Erin tightened her glutes and tried to shift unobtrusively to the side but the woman followed.
“That will be the lady’s choice, Philip,” Danny said, and Erin’s thoughts flicked back to the man. To both men. The things they could do to her if she allowed it.
“What do you think, my lady? Would you find it a new dimension to your current debauchery to have me thrusting into your pussy while he fucks your sweet, sweet mouth?”
“Danny!” Erin clutched at his shirt, closing her eyes when he leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, his familiar cologne a suddenly comforting scent.
“Baby, relax. It’s all play. As much or as little as you want,” he whispered. “Behind each of those seven mirrors are watch lounges. All of them are filled. Or were filled. That’s where Philip came from. There are others who are watching. I know you like the idea. I think you crave it, quite frankly. There’s nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing. The wrongness comes by not owning up to the truth. Just take some deep breaths and really think about what you need from this experience.”
“Need?” she whispered just as softly. At that moment the woman behind her shifted her fingers and carefully stroked the silky fabric of Erin’s panties, using firm, wide circles to rub her ass. She leaned forward, placed her chin on Erin’s shoulder and offered an opinion as she slid her hands under the elastic and nails scored her bare flesh.
“Perhaps she needs a sound spanking.”
Without thought, Erin shifted her hips backward and the woman chuckled, pressing her breasts against Erin’s back as she turned her head and kissed the sensitive spot below
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