right, darling. Rory and Alex were just doing their job, but,’ she heaved a deep-chested sigh and turned her back to him, bending over and opening her pussy for the strap on. ‘You I can punish, and I will. You’re off to bed without any pussy.’
By bed, she meant her bed, a place to which the party was more than likely to migrate relatively soon. A place where he would have to ignore the fact that everyone was coming but him. They would all make certain he was very aware of that fact.
He left the room with some relief, though not much. If he had not gone to Rita’s rescue tonight, he would have been the one rewarded with Vivienne’s full attention. That was something that he craved much less since he met Rita Holly, and, though he tried to hide it, Vivienne was not easily fooled.
Stiffly, he slipped out of his clothes to the wet sounds of pleasure coming from the next room. He tried to ignore his reflection in the mirrored walls, not an easy task since Vivienne loved to watch herself, whether she was fucking or not. As he eased his boxers down over his hips, the metal of his chastity belt flashed in the soft lamp light and reflected in the mirror.
He ran his hand over the tight weave of metal that caged his aching penis. It had been a long time since his punishments had involved the wearing of the blasted thing. And he wouldn’t have had to now if he’d been able to hide his desire for Rita a little better. Vivienne didn’t care who he fucked. It had never mattered until now. But then he had never been so bold as to bring a lover to The Mount, as to want that lover to be a part of more than just one night of his life. He stroked the metal again. Yes, he would pay dearly. Vivienne would make sure of it. But he hoped that if he took his punishment and kept his head low for a while, she would let him off the leash.
Carefully, he sat back against the head board and folded his legs into a full lotus position. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing to do in a chastity belt, but necessary, nonetheless, as he prepared himself for the meditation he used when he had to sublimate his desire, when he knew there would be no release. As he settled into position and tried to breathe deeply, his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he remembered how Rita had fought to keep him from cutting her chastity belt off, how she had refused to give in because she was determined to successfully complete her initiation. And if she did … He dared not hope what that might mean for either of them.
‘Oh God, oh God, I’m coming,’ Lorelei shouted from the bathroom over a wave of giggles and groans.
It was definitely going to be a long night. But if Rita could endure, so could he. They would endure together, and that thought eased his discomfort considerably.
Chapter Eight
‘I STILL THINK HE’S married.’
‘What?’ Rita looked up at Kate, forgetting the chunk of bread in her hand and the swans and Canada geese pressing in all around. The two had decided to enjoy a spring walk through St James’s Park and get a little sun while there was some to get.
‘Edward. I think he’s married. I mean look how secretive it all is. He sends a limo and whisks you off to The Mount. Then you’re back the next day as moody as a bear, and you won’t tell me anything.’ Kate raised her hand. ‘Don’t get me wrong. I’m not being judgmental or anything. I just don’t want you to get hurt.’
Rita pulled her jacket around her against a sharp spring breeze and continued feeding the geese. She wished she could tell her friend everything. She really could use someone to talk to. ‘He says he’s not. Married, I mean.’
‘Yeah well blokes will say anything to get shagged, won’t they?’
If only it were that simple. Since Alex had returned her to her flat after the Owen incident, she’d not heard from Edward. Owen was strutting around the office bragging about his night at The Mount, so she assumed Aurora had convinced him he’d had a
By bed, she meant her bed, a place to which the party was more than likely to migrate relatively soon. A place where he would have to ignore the fact that everyone was coming but him. They would all make certain he was very aware of that fact.
He left the room with some relief, though not much. If he had not gone to Rita’s rescue tonight, he would have been the one rewarded with Vivienne’s full attention. That was something that he craved much less since he met Rita Holly, and, though he tried to hide it, Vivienne was not easily fooled.
Stiffly, he slipped out of his clothes to the wet sounds of pleasure coming from the next room. He tried to ignore his reflection in the mirrored walls, not an easy task since Vivienne loved to watch herself, whether she was fucking or not. As he eased his boxers down over his hips, the metal of his chastity belt flashed in the soft lamp light and reflected in the mirror.
He ran his hand over the tight weave of metal that caged his aching penis. It had been a long time since his punishments had involved the wearing of the blasted thing. And he wouldn’t have had to now if he’d been able to hide his desire for Rita a little better. Vivienne didn’t care who he fucked. It had never mattered until now. But then he had never been so bold as to bring a lover to The Mount, as to want that lover to be a part of more than just one night of his life. He stroked the metal again. Yes, he would pay dearly. Vivienne would make sure of it. But he hoped that if he took his punishment and kept his head low for a while, she would let him off the leash.
Carefully, he sat back against the head board and folded his legs into a full lotus position. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing to do in a chastity belt, but necessary, nonetheless, as he prepared himself for the meditation he used when he had to sublimate his desire, when he knew there would be no release. As he settled into position and tried to breathe deeply, his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he remembered how Rita had fought to keep him from cutting her chastity belt off, how she had refused to give in because she was determined to successfully complete her initiation. And if she did … He dared not hope what that might mean for either of them.
‘Oh God, oh God, I’m coming,’ Lorelei shouted from the bathroom over a wave of giggles and groans.
It was definitely going to be a long night. But if Rita could endure, so could he. They would endure together, and that thought eased his discomfort considerably.
Chapter Eight
‘I STILL THINK HE’S married.’
‘What?’ Rita looked up at Kate, forgetting the chunk of bread in her hand and the swans and Canada geese pressing in all around. The two had decided to enjoy a spring walk through St James’s Park and get a little sun while there was some to get.
‘Edward. I think he’s married. I mean look how secretive it all is. He sends a limo and whisks you off to The Mount. Then you’re back the next day as moody as a bear, and you won’t tell me anything.’ Kate raised her hand. ‘Don’t get me wrong. I’m not being judgmental or anything. I just don’t want you to get hurt.’
Rita pulled her jacket around her against a sharp spring breeze and continued feeding the geese. She wished she could tell her friend everything. She really could use someone to talk to. ‘He says he’s not. Married, I mean.’
‘Yeah well blokes will say anything to get shagged, won’t they?’
If only it were that simple. Since Alex had returned her to her flat after the Owen incident, she’d not heard from Edward. Owen was strutting around the office bragging about his night at The Mount, so she assumed Aurora had convinced him he’d had a
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