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I could feel the climax on me, about to crest beyond the point of no return. As ready as I was, I was abruptly foiled again. Tethers were loosened, my body freed from bondage and then jostled about until I was on hands and knees again on the floor this time. Elliot lay beneath me with his cock prodding at my cunt, then as soon as it slipped inside, another man was greasing up my ass and pressing the head of his penis into my backdoor. They freed me from the ballgag but only so that a third man could shove his cock into my mouth.
Surrender came on me fast, total and complete. I gave up any fight as I was banged about with the three men vying to take their pleasure. For a while I was far beyond them in another place, moons beyond this world, then I was back in my body where the reality of their fierce assault was bringing me to the edge
of climax again. It came on me in crashing waves, in brutal spasms, from every part of my well-fucked body. They spent themselves inside me, one after the other, come in every orifice. Endless.
I disappeared again as if withering into nothing. So spent. So weary. And still the orgasm played through me, not one but many, going on as long as there was even the smallest stimulation, and even after when there was none at all. Perhaps I passed out.
Next thing I knew I was lying on the carpet on my side, alone. The ballgag gone. The cuffs removed. All I knew was my own breathing, and with each breath I was reminded of the rapture that had taken me away.
I heard the voices first. Just voices.
And then the light of the room. It was pale, almost gray in contrast to where I’d been. And the people. They were like strangers but curiously familiar, and closing in around me. I almost forgot where I was. The hands that moved across my body were warm and tender, nurturing. I knew by the scent of him that Will was behind me – it had been Will in my ass, very fitting. And now it was Will pleasuring me with his tender touch, his lips on my ear, his kisses along my neck. I was all body in one sensuous cocoon of satisfied bodies around me. I didn’t even try to understand why this was happening. But there was nothing here to shame me or tell this was wrong; there was nothing but pure joy. A blanket of satisfaction descended on me and I was at peace with myself in a way I’d never been.
I gazed at my captors and tormentors, at my lovers, and at Will, oh yes, Will, thinking of nothing but how perfect this moment was. How they had all been exactly what my fantasies dreamed of, and how intimately loved I was now. Something magical had brought them together to make this happen.
Feeling immense gratitude I searched for the author of this scene amongst the crowd. But he wasn’t among the naked and the half-dressed, or even those who sat just a few feet off on the sidelines watching. I looked up further to find him at the living room door.
He stood alone. Clothed and apart from the rest.
What pierced my peace and satisfaction was not the coldness I’d grown to expect from Reggie, but his sadness. Fleeting, yes. It disappeared quickly; but for a moment I saw it in his eyes and felt it weighing him down. That sadness brought me back to my desire; the desire beyond the physical pleasure to know this man, to have him, possess him and make him mine. In my desire for Reggie, I forgot about what had just taken place. I forgot about Will and the others, about the satisfaction they gave me. I turned instead toward my master, my only master, to Reggie, longing for him still.
Chapter Twenty-three
I wanted to ask Reggie about that night, about Will and why he was there, about his motives and why he chose to remain on the sidelines. But I didn’t get the chance.
I could have sworn he’d planted Sophie to arouse my passion for him more, but he denied that. The woman appeared at the house, swooping down like a vulture ready to snap Reggie away from me. In the days after my exhilarating night, while I played Reggie’s perfect hostess, Sophie sat at his right arm at the table’s end and the two would tease and caress and nibble at each other until I was nearly nauseated. She was an old acquaintance and one that Reggie obviously enjoyed with great relish. They rode horses together after breakfast, and after lunch took long strolls through the garden arm in arm. I saw them locked in a passionate embrace and was embarrassed by their fervor. I was equally amazed by a side of Reggie I hadn’t yet seen and desperately wanted for myself.
“I’m trying to get him to come to my villa in Nice,” she gushed, “it’s gorgeous in summer.” I was lounging at the pool when she descended on my attempt at tranquility. “He used to come almost every year for a month or two. Such a rake he is, could fill twenty beds without batting an eye.”
I wondered if Reggie had prompted her to make these remarks to me, or was she just cunning by nature? I didn’t think Reggie would be that devious.
I couldn’t compete with her sophistication or her worldly beauty or charm or sparkling eyes or anything about her. As she stayed on with one day running into the next, I became more irritable. Especially since I wanted to continue with my training. I wanted more of what I’d had that wonderful night, but most of all, I wanted Reggie. Soon my irritation showed. I snapped at Ann during breakfast, and at Heidi when we were by the pool.
At dinner on the fifth day of her stay, I was unexpectedly placed at Reggie’s left across the table from the conniving Sophie. She talked of France and of house parties she’d hosted with Reggie, and of their mutual friends whose names were familiar because of their fame. The more she prattled on, the more I burned. Envy. Jealousy. Anger. Rather than be obvious, I withdrew into a stony silence. When I could be silent no longer, I spoke sharply.
“You’re rather proud of your exploits, aren’t you?”
“Well, I’ve had my moments,” she gushed, unaware of the edge in my voice.
“Hum. I’d think that a woman of your charm and beauty wouldn’t have to scour two continents of country houses for men. I’d think that you would have them flocking to your door in the South of France.” I punctuated South of France with blatant sarcasm that she surely wouldn’t miss.
Ann and Heidi giggled under their breaths. Sophie seethed beneath her elegance. Exactly what I wanted. Reggie glared at me.
“Good!” I thought silently. I was rather proud of myself for speaking up. I knew I was creating a scene, it was what I wanted, a confrontation with Reggie, but I stopped short, lest Reggie’s annoyance turn to real anger. He must have been delighted that she’d upset me, but he wouldn’t allow me to go too far.
After dinner, there was conversation in the library but I was in no mood to be polite, so I left to stroll around the terrace, stewing in my misery.
“What the hell’s going on with you?” Though his voice wasn’t particularly harsh, it cut through the night air and my gloom. When I turned to face him, I could hardly see his features for the light that shone behind him from the house. He was glowing. For the first time since the night with Will, I felt energy between us, I felt it coming from him toward me as strongly as it ever had.
“Alexandra?” he demanded, “I want an answer.” Still not angry, just in need of an answer.
I stewed for a moment, then blurted out the truth. “I’m jealous. Green with envy, angry, pissed off, totally irrationally womanly out of control jealous. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“What the hell do you have to be jealous of?” He sounded genuinely surprised.
Could he be that dense?
“Sophie?” he whispered, as he drew a bit closer.
