Seven Scarlet Tales Page 11

  She shuffled forwards and held on to his thighs for purchase, licking up the shaft.

  Rob took her wrist and moved one of her hands to his testicles. She held them, squeezing and caressing, while she prepared her lips to stretch.

  Rob had no need to be shy of showing the other man his equipment. He was a good length and thickness, possibly a little shorter than the older man, but not noticeably so. His erection pointed, straight and wide, to his navel.

  Lucy positioned her mouth over the tip and began to lower herself along the shaft.

  ‘Mmm.’ She couldn’t resist a little low-down moan as she felt him stretch her jaw.

  Rob put one hand in her hair while the other squeezed her breasts.

  ‘Wonderful little cocksucker,’ said Richard approvingly. ‘She gives it her all.’

  Everything was quiet after that, save the rain and the slow sucking and licking sounds of Lucy servicing her master’s cock with her mouth.

  ‘Stop,’ said Richard, after about three minutes.

  Rob made an inarticulate sound of disagreement but Lucy, conditioned to obey, unsealed her lips and looked up at Richard, trying to focus her eyes.

  ‘What the fuck?’ said Rob, when he could form words.

  ‘No, I don’t mean stop entirely,’ said Richard. ‘It’s just occurred to me that she could get on the seat between us and suck you from there. Then I could play with her.’ He patted the leather space. ‘Up on the seat, slut, and get back to work.’

  He spoke again to Rob while Lucy arranged herself as ordered and resumed her sucking.

  ‘I’m sorry it seems as if I’m giving all the orders. Once we’re back in the house, perhaps you could take over. What do you think? Take turns? Or come up with some other way of playing this?’

  ‘Uh – maybe discuss – over dinner,’ panted Rob.

  Richard chuckled. ‘You’re right. Now isn’t the best time.’

  Lucy, bent over, cramming as much of Rob’s cock between her teeth as she could, flinched a little when Richard’s thick fingers pulled her pussy lips wide from behind.

  ‘This busy little pussy is going to get a lot of attention this weekend,’ he said, pushing a forefinger up inside her. He moved it backwards and forwards, getting it nice and slippery, before withdrawing it and tracing it upwards, into the furrow of her bottom. He found her tight back passage and gave it a sharp, squirmy jab.

  ‘And so is this,’ he promised.

  She moaned over the head of Rob’s cock, and he echoed in response.

  ‘Keep it up,’ he urged. ‘Suck harder.’ He began to thrust into her throat, his fist tugging at her hair.

  She bore down on him, feeling Richard’s fingers press harder and harder on her clit, until Rob made an incoherent exclamation and flooded her throat with salty creaminess.

  ‘She knows how to give a proper welcome,’ said Richard approvingly.

  He withdrew his fingers from her pussy.

  Lucy knelt up, groggy and disorientated, seeing her naked body in the windscreen.

  Richard placed his hands on her hips.

  ‘I think it’s my turn now,’ he said.

  With her position reversed, Lucy treated Richard to a slower, more stately version of fellatio while Rob flicked at her clit and speared her with his fingers.

  ‘Open her up,’ growled Richard, his fingers plucking and pinching at the back of Lucy’s neck. ‘Take what you want from her.’

  Rob used the length of his fingers to rub and slither back and forth between Lucy’s pussy lips. Nobody seemed shy any more, or awkward at the strangeness of the situation. The heat hung around them, enveloping them in a magic sex world that admitted of no other thoughts.

  Lucy gorged on Richard’s cock just as much as she devoured the sensation of two pairs of hands on her, grabbing her breasts, slapping her bum, filling her pussy. She wriggled back on Rob’s busy fingers as she took Richard deeper and deeper down her throat, possessed by her sexuality.

  When she came, Richard pulled sharply out of her mouth and let warm streams of ejaculate decorate her breasts. Some of it got on to her neck and chin.

  ‘Leave it there,’ ordered Richard.

  At her rear, Rob kissed and nipped at her bum cheeks, his fingers still plunged deep.

  Richard took his phone and photographed her, kneeling like that, dripping with come while Rob worked behind her.

  ‘I want lots of pictures of this weekend,’ said Richard, to Rob, who had risen from his worship of Lucy’s bottom. ‘One of us can take them while the other is occupied with Lucy. She’s going to get more attention than she can handle, and I want it on record.’

  ‘Sure,’ said Rob. He helped Lucy back into a sitting position. ‘Are you sure you’re ready for this?’

  Lucy shook her head.

  ‘Not any more.’

  They made her walk barefoot and naked through the mud and rain to the cottage while they hefted Rob’s bags from the boot.

  Flashes behind her were more likely to be from cameras than lightning.

  The rain washed away the spunk, but she was caked in mud splashes up to her knees by the time she arrived on the cottage porch, shivering and soaked.

  Richard wrapped her in a dog blanket and carried her into the cottage.

  ‘Food’s warming in the oven,’ he called to Rob behind him. ‘I’m going to get this one bathed.’

  Lucy lay up to her chin in the bathwater and watched Richard, who was watching her.

  ‘Are you scared to go back down?’ she wondered aloud.

  ‘Scared?’ Richard curled his lip.

  ‘Yeah. How do you make small talk with the man who doms your submissive? It’s not exactly the kind of thing the advice manuals cover.’

  ‘Well, you might be right,’ admitted Richard. ‘I’d rather we were all together as much as possible. You provide a focus. We both like being cruel to you. Apart from that, what do we have to discuss?’

  ‘Do you know many other doms?’ Lucy reached out for a towel, which Richard passed to her.

  ‘No,’ he said after a pause. ‘I don’t.’

  ‘You could talk about that. Wouldn’t it be a relief? I’d love to meet another submissive and talk about it without feeling like a freakshow. I mean, I know lots online, but to have an actual conversation, over a couple of drinks? I think it’d be special.’

  ‘Women are more interested in that kind of thing,’ said Richard dismissively. ‘I don’t need a social aspect to my kink.’

  ‘You’re the strong, silent type,’ said Lucy, leaning back against Richard as he rubbed her dry. ‘It’s a pity, in a way. I think Rob would like to talk about it. I think that would mean a lot to him, actually.’

  ‘Do you?’

  Richard pulled the towel off her and began to apply body lotion, generously, and with particular attention to her breasts and bottom.

  ‘Yes, because I think he has some funny ideas about what you have to be like to be a dom. And you are it. You are the man who defines dom-ness, in his imagination. Powerful, older, rich, good suits, all that. I think he’s worried he doesn’t measure up. But, you know, he does. I try to tell him that a good dom can look like anyone, come from anywhere, have any job. But he finds it hard.’

  Lucy sighed.

  ‘You think he feels threatened by me?’ Richard paused with a handful of lotion, arching an eyebrow.

  ‘Of course he does.’

  ‘OK.’ Richard rubbed the last of the moisturiser over the twin curves of Lucy’s rear, then he smacked it, hard and resoundingly. ‘Did you bring us here so you could choose between us?’

  Lucy stared.

  ‘Of course not. Why would I do that?’

  ‘Well, I did wonder. It’s natural, I think.’

  ‘Richard, I’ve got two fantastic lovers. Why would I want to change that? I want to keep you both. I just think it’ll be easier if you know each other and if we can perhaps do the odd thing together now and again. That’s all. Don’t ever think I want to lose
you. Don’t ever.’

  Half-laughing, half-crying, she pressed herself into Richard’s embrace.

  Richard said nothing until he drew apart from her and asked, ‘Are you cold?’

  Lucy looked down at her nipples for the answer. They were erect.

  ‘Um, a bit,’ she said. ‘Why?’

  ‘I’m not sure you deserve to get dressed yet, but if you’re very cold … But the fire is lit downstairs, I think. I heard Rob muttering under his breath and striking matches. Perhaps you’ll be warm enough.’

  ‘I’ll freeze!’ Lucy hugged herself and made a beseeching face.

  That seemed to make up Richard’s mind.

  ‘Of course you won’t,’ he said briskly. ‘Get downstairs. Why on earth would you need clothes anyway?’

  ‘Am I in trouble?’ she asked, turning to face him at the bathroom door. ‘For this?’ She waved a hand, indicating the whole cottage and the scenario itself.

  ‘You’re always in trouble, Lucy,’ he said. ‘You embody it. Downstairs with you, now.’

  Knowing Richard’s ‘no more answering back’ voice well, Lucy flitted down the staircase to find Rob sitting in the best armchair by the crackling fire, an open bottle of wine and three glasses on the coffee table.

  ‘You finished your dinner?’ she said, plonking her bare bottom on a low leather-patched stool by Rob’s feet.

  ‘Yes,’ he said, smiling. ‘Is this your after-dinner outfit? I like it.’

  ‘Oh, it’s just an old thing I threw on,’ said Lucy, smiling back. ‘You seem very relaxed. I’m so glad.’

  ‘This place has that effect,’ he said. ‘Or it could be the food and wine. Though I haven’t had any wine yet. Do you want some?’

  ‘I’ll pour.’

  She stood and bent over the table, making sure her profile was displayed to Rob at its best advantage.

  ‘Isn’t Richard coming down?’

  ‘I expect so. He might be getting changed, or unpacking a few things. Are you OK? Comfortable? Didn’t get too wet?’

  ‘I’m fine,’ said Rob.

  He was wearing boots, rather tight jeans and a dark long-sleeved T-shirt; he looked casually mouthwatering. There were still traces of his cold, rainy journey in the high colour of his cheeks and the slickness of his off-blond hair, now a shade darker from damp.

  Lucy handed him a glass of wine, and poured one for herself.

  ‘Cheers,’ she said, raising it, sitting as close to the fire as she dared without roasting one side of her body.

  It was odd, how quickly she adjusted to her nudity. The self-consciousness she had expected to feel was a long way back in her mind – which was a little disappointing because, if she was honest, she had hoped for a stronger sense of shame. Instead she felt calm, warm and like an artist’s model, taking everything in her professional stride.

  Something would have to be done about that, she thought.

  ‘Are you nervous?’ she asked.

  ‘Who, me? God, no, too busy enjoying not still being on that endless journey,’ he said. ‘And you make a nice visual accompaniment to the wine.’

  His eyes were ravenously bright, observing her over the curved rim of the glass.

  Lucy felt an additional warmth, above the fire. She thought of how Rob had seen her earlier, in the car, her bottom in his face while she sucked Richard’s cock. He had seen her at her sluttiest. He was still here, apparently unfazed.

  ‘The journey wasn’t all bad, I hope,’ she said with a smirk.

  He returned it, swallowing his wine slowly and with relish.

  ‘No, not all,’ he agreed. ‘The last bit was good.’

  ‘Did you mind,’ she said, dropping her voice to a whisper, ‘Richard being so bossy? He didn’t mean to put you out.’

  ‘He didn’t. Honestly. It’s fine.’

  A creak from the stairs broke their brief communion.

  ‘Richard,’ piped Lucy, returning to the bottle. ‘Will you have some wine?’

  ‘Mm, don’t mind if I do.’

  As he reached the foot of the stairs, Lucy saw that he had not been getting changed. He had, however, been unpacking some items from his bags.

  These items were placed on the rug beside Lucy’s footstool.

  ‘Oh,’ she said, her voice faltering as she handed the wine to her master. ‘I really am in trouble, then?’

  She retreated back to the footstool and cast her eye over the rug with heavily pantomimed dismay. A broad-backed hairbrush, a two-tailed strap, a riding whip.

  Richard took his seat in the other armchair and sipped at his wine.

  ‘So, Rob,’ he said. ‘Do you mind if I call you Rob, by the way? It’s how Lucy always refers to you, but if you prefer—’

  ‘No, Rob’s fine. I sometimes have Lucy call me ‘Dr Sherburn’ but I’ll let you off.’

  ‘Doctor?’

  ‘Rob has a PhD,’ said Lucy eagerly, but Richard nudged his leather-shod toe between her bottom cheeks and shushed her.

  ‘We’ll hear from you, young lady, when you’re spoken to,’ he said.

  Rob smiled tightly into the fire before looking back at Richard.

  ‘What she said. No medical training. Just an abnormally huge and useless knowledge of post-war social policy.’

  ‘Yes, she said you were an academic. At the LSE, was it?’

  Rob nodded.

  ‘I’m a lowly post-doc with a couple of seminar groups at the moment, but I’m having something published later this year and hoping it’ll whisk me into the starry heights of, I dunno, a lectureship.’

  ‘That’s where you see your future?’

  ‘I’ll be honest, Richard, I don’t see my future at all. I don’t have a plan. I never have. Bloody hell.’ He shook his head, vigorously, and took another slug of wine. ‘I’m sure you don’t want to hear my life story. Or my loaf story, as I should perhaps call it.’

  Richard smiled. ‘On the contrary,’ he said politely, but Lucy didn’t think his heart was in it. Why would it be? Richard was a go-getting corporate bastard who had never tolerated a rival in his life. Why would he start now? Her nerves flared up again, tormenting butterflies with sharp antennae.

  ‘We’re not here to bore Lucy with this kind of thing,’ Rob proclaimed. ‘And I think you must agree with me, Richard, given what you’ve brought down with you. I’m guessing a quiet post-prandial game of Scrabble isn’t on the agenda.’

  ‘You’re not wrong. Or, well, I don’t think you are. If you’d prefer to play Scrabble, of course, that’s an option.’

  ‘Oh. No, it’s fine.’

  ‘What I mean to say, and I’m coming across clumsily, for which I apologise, is that I don’t have an agenda. I just have some preferences. If they aren’t yours, then we can rethink the plan. In short …’

  ‘You’re both in charge,’ translated Lucy. ‘You both get to tell me what to do, but you don’t get to tell each other what to do. The scene has to be negotiated between you.’

  Both Richard and Rob stared at Lucy.

  ‘Didn’t I say something about speaking when spoken to?’ said Richard.

  Lucy gripped the sides of her footstool and hung her head.

  ‘Sorry, sir,’ she whispered.

  Richard turned back to Rob.

  ‘She spoke out of turn, but her words are no less valid. That’s exactly what I was trying to say.’

  ‘I never thought of you as in charge to begin with,’ said Rob, a tad belligerently. ‘I don’t play second fiddle to anyone.’

  ‘And neither do I. So this isn’t going to be easy. If Lucy isn’t going to get torn apart in a battle of dom wills, we have to play this very carefully.’

  ‘OK. I see what you mean. It’s fair enough. So, what do we do? Take turns?’

  ‘I think, as an opening position, that makes the most sense. Perhaps when we know each other better we can play as a threesome, but for now, well, do you want first dibs?’

  Rob laughed.

  ‘Are we back in the play
ground? We’ll be playing cops and robbers next, handcuffing each other to the climbing frame.’

  Lucy thought that sounded pretty good, but she kept her own counsel, knowing that she had already chalked up a punishment from Richard.

  ‘I’ll go first if you prefer,’ said Richard, shrugging and sipping at his wine.

  ‘No, you’re fine. We need to get the measure of each other, don’t we? You watch how I am with Lucy and then I’ll watch you.’

  Richard nodded. ‘Maybe I’ll pick up a few tips.’

  Rob put down his glass and stood up.

  ‘Right,’ he said. ‘That’s put me on the spot. What’s it going to be?’

  Lucy could see that Rob was a little bit flustered, now that he was called upon to perform. He would want to impress Richard and that would put him off his stride.

  She wriggled suggestively on her stool, hoping he would understand that she wanted some attention to her pussy.

  The little shimmy seemed to inspire him, and he crouched in front of her, his mesmeric blue-green eyes fixed upon hers.

  ‘Spread your legs,’ he said. ‘Show us the goods.’

  Lucy obeyed, parting her thighs wide until she was split as far as she could be.

  ‘See that?’ said Rob to Richard.

  Richard’s reply was the flash of his camera app.

  ‘Have you ever,’ Rob asked pleasantly, ‘had a girl with such a fat, juicy clit?’

  ‘Now you come to mention it, I don’t think I have.’

  ‘I think it’s the fattest, juiciest clit in the world. It’s always so swollen and needy. It’s like it needs to be frigged non-stop. Sometimes I forbid Lucy to touch it for a few days in a row. That’s one of my worst punishments. She told me once that when she isn’t meeting up with one of us she likes to masturbate at least three times a day. Don’t you think that’s shameful, Richard?’

  ‘She’s a little tramp.’

  ‘One of the things I like to do is to get her to come in public, just by rubbing herself against a seat. She can do that, you know. Did you know that?’

  ‘I must confess, I didn’t.’

  ‘You should try it. Next time you’re out together. I made her do it on a train once. The carriage was almost empty, but there were a couple of guys further down the aisle. She humped that seat until she couldn’t hold back. God, it turned me on. Had to have her at the back of the station car park as soon as we got off. Do you remember that day, Lucy?’