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We shuffled to one side, and I cursed as my back hit a wall of chains, causing them torattle.
I stared at the women. One was chained between two poles, her arms and legs outstretched and she was naked. Another was tied so intricately with light coloured rope and was on her knees. It must have taken hours to tie her arms and legs thatway.
The third, the one who got the cane, had a blindfold over her eyes, a ball in her mouth, and she was lying across a bench in the centre of theroom.
“There’s no bed?” Iwhispered.
“No, this room isn’t for fucking. They may, or may not, do that during aftercare, but always in another room.” Veronica whispered. The word ‘fucking’ seemed so alien coming from a woman with such an upper classaccent.
I watched the hooded man. He was very well built, muscular. He hadn’t looked over and was stroking the head of the woman trussed up and kneeling at his feet. It seemed such a tender thing for him to do. A pang of disappointment hit me when Veronica turned to walk back out the door. Our visit had been too short, and I had to remind myself we were interruptingplaytime.
We climbed another staircase hidden behind a wooden panel to the attic. One room was a smaller version of thedungeon, another was a room with one wall and the ceiling mirrored, two further bedrooms, and the last, another grouproom.
“All the rooms are soundproofed. I would have liked to have kept the group rooms on this floor, but as you can imagine, with the age of this building, it was a case of make do within the existingstructure.”
We made our way back downstairs. “Perhaps you’d like to show Lauren the cottages, number seventeen is free,” shesaid.
With a smile, she left us and we walked into the library, a stunningreallibrary with floor-to-ceiling shelves, holding what must have amounted to thousands of books. At the rear of that room were French doors that opened to a terrace with tables and chairs. A man sat with a cigar at one, he was reading a newspaper but raised a hand in greeting as we walked through. Mackenzie nodded tohim.
“Who was that?” I asked. He lookedfamiliar.
“Member of the House of Lords,” he said with asmirk.
“You’re kiddingme?”
“No, we have many high ranking guestshere.”
We walked down some steps, and I wanted to take a moment to admire the view. Rolling green fields went on for miles. We took a path and rounded a flint wall to find a row of small single storey cottages. Mackenzie led me to one and opened thedoor.
We walked straight into a large living room, beautifully decorated in soft pastels and floral accents. It was so very different to the harsh wood and browns of the main house. There was a modern kitchen, a luxurious bathroom with shower and claw-footed roll-top bath. He opened the door to the bedroom, and I fell in love. A four-poster bed sat in the centre of the room, sheer muslin draped from the canopy above. It faced another set of French doors that opened to a smaller patioarea.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, as I walked around the bed. “Just like a holidayhome.”
“This one is often reserved for the bride or honeymooners even,” he said, as he walked behind me. I felt his breath on the back of myneck.
He slid his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. He grabbed my wrists and raised them, clasping my hands around one of the cornerpoles.
“You see that small hook. I could tie your hands together and then to that,” hewhispered.
“Why don’t you then?” I whisperedback.
“I love to see your body crave my touch, I love to hear and smell yourarousal.”
“I want to spend time here, with you,” Isaid.
“I know you do, and you will. I will give you the weekendexperience.”
He kissed the side of my neck, just below my ear, sending tingles straight to my core. I heard him unbuckle his belt and the sound of it sliding through the loops of his trousers had my stomach fluttering. He reached up and wrapped it around my wrists, tying it tight before placing the leather over the hook. Then he turned me to facehim.
“I could do some terrible things to you,” he whispered, as he slowly unbuttoned myshirt.
“I want youto.”
He smiled that wicked smirk hehad.
He palmed my breasts; his hands ran over the material of my bra. He lowered his head and sucked on one nipple through the lace. While he did, he unbuttoned my trousers. He gently lowered himself to his knees; his lips and tongue trailed a path down my stomach. He lifted one foot and then the other, removing my trousers before running his hands back up the inside of mythighs.
“I like you like this, half undressed and with a wet cunt, waiting for me,” hesaid.
