Those Wicked Pleasures by Roberta Latow

her eyes the little shudders of ecstasy. Urgently he piled pillows beneath her so as to raise her to an angle that he knew would give him a deeper penetration. Then, unceremoniously, he threw her legs wide apart, and took her with a violence she had never known before. It was as if he wanted half to kill her withhis lust. He was rough with his fucking and his kisses – they tore at her flesh – and it was new and thrilling because it tapped into her own sexual violence, and she was able after several minutes to curtail her begging him to stop, not merely to suit him, but to join him. Her reaction was instinctive. She used her cunt and fucked him with it, squeezing every muscle to give that succulent tight sensation. Vice-like she clung to his cock and eased off and on again, Lara’s own form of fucking him. They came together and then, afterwards, as they lay in each other’s arms, he rhapsodised for her upon the various ways they would make love.
    Jamal told her about his
pied à terre
. He tantalised her with stories of the erotic world he had created there. Of the men who were there to service his women friends, of the women who made love to women. The sexual toys he had to show, the scented oils and creams he wanted to tease her body with. He was savage in his seduction of Lara. His explicit descriptions of how he wanted to have her with two other men at the same time shocked … but excited. The forbidden. A taste? Maybe just once. He made a phone call to the house on Fifty-Third Street. There was no turning back. It never even occurred to her. The sexual animal in Lara Stanton was on the prowl, not to be leashed again till satisfied.
    Before they dressed he prepared several lines of cocaine. He rolled up a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to her. She began to laugh.
    ‘I don’t do drugs.’
    ‘You will tonight. For me. Because I want you to have the greatest pleasure later in the
pied à terre
.’
    ‘I don’t need it. I’m high as a kite on sex already.’
    ‘It’s that little bit higher that counts.’
    She took the cocaine.
    ‘It makes ladies very sexy. Later I will rub it on yourclitoris – it will make you crazy sexy – and in your cunt. In fact, lie down.’
    He was right. Her insatiability with this man began to worry her. She seemed unable to say no to anything he suggested. And now, as she dressed, the tingling sensation of the coke acting upon her genitals filled her with desire to experience the erotic promise the
pied à terre
had to offer.
    Jamal made certain she looked impeccable before they left his room. There was a party going on downstairs. This intimate evening of theirs must remain an absolute secret. She looked, if not the picture of innocence, certainly not the erotic woman he now knew her to be. Her icy, aristocratic beauty, those mischievous green eyes of hers, had always attracted him; more so now since he had had her. He had only to think of those strangely sensuous plummy-coloured nipples to want her again. He had received much more than he had bargained for with Lara, and he guessed that, by the time he returned her to Cannonberry Chase, theirs would be a
liaison dangereuse
that might last all their lives.
    They slipped into the party, made their appearance, and stayed for a respectable time before they passed unnoticed from the conservatory into the house on Fifty-Third Street.

Chapter 5
    The open car swerved off the main road and through the massive gates. Their iron frames hung from stone piers topped with spheres covered in lichen. A field mouse scampered around one side, dropped to the ledge it balanced on and disappeared into some ivy.
    A pearly mist clung to the undulating meadow. The sun was already high in the sky. Between the chase and the sun, puffs of fog rolled in from the bay, half a mile away on one side, and the ocean about the same distance away on the other. Layers of luminescence and frosty colours. A band of blue, a streak of low-lying, silvery-white cloud,