Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne ebook

Chapter Three-2

I looked around the room, and my eye was drawn to the fireplace. Carved in bold letters on the front of the chimney-piece was the family motto;

“Lust will seize and conquer where mere love is repelled.”

Two more maids, Tait and Donella, stood at opposite ends of the sideboard. Donnella’s belly and thighs were striped purple with fresh bruises. Miss Ballard, the mistress of discipline, stood close by the door to the kitchen, her arms folded and her ever-present riding crop at the ready.

At a signal from my grandmother, the maids began serving the evening meal from the huge platters crowding the sideboard. After the soup, Aunt Caroline said to Miss Ballard, “You can begin with the entertainment.”

Miss Ballard scowled at the pretty brunette and shook her riding crop. “Bridget, obey!”

“Yes, mistress,” the girl said, and hurried over to the baby grand piano in the far corner. I could see the faded purple bruises and stripes on her thighs, and knew what motivated these girls to unhesitating obedience. She tugged the bow in the ribbon holding her blouse closed. In a teasing slow-motion, she artfully unthreaded it from the loops. Her blouse curled down, exposing the naked magnificence of her bountiful breasts. There were faint purple stripes on her breasts, too, where some punishment had been inflicted.

When her blouse lay crumpled beside her on the bench, she began to play a simple but charming melody. Then her voice filled the air with enchantment. I forgot my dinner, forgot my hunger, and sat spellbound by her performance.

“What a sweet prison for our uncovered flesh,

Slaves of desire, slaves of the buyer.

Chained by the will of men who command

I will obey, be yours today.

Let lasses rejoice being chained in his bed,

Our Masters require, our Master’s desire.”

Her words flowed through my delirious heart like an amber river of honey. I stared at her pink-skinned breasts, wanting to kiss their erect ruby n*****s. Unconsciously I licked my dry lips. I dreamed of them hovering over me as she straddled my chest, bending down to caress my face with them, crooning of the fleshly bliss she would bestow to my manhood. I came out of my reverie just as she was singing the last words;

“Sweet temple of Venus, welcome his thrusting

When Master cums, when Master cums.”

There was a scattering of applause, as male hands came out from under the table. Bridget stood and bowed, her breasts swaying freely. She pulled her blouse from the bench and dropped it to the floor behind her.

“Come now, girls!” Miss Ballard barked at the other two maids. “Don’t pretend you’ve forgotten the rules; when one blouse comes off, they all come off.” She cracked the riding crop into her gloved hand with a scowl. As quickly as they could, Tait and Donella yanked the ribbon from their blouses, and stripped them off.

The pale-faced Tait, with her short, curly brown hair lowered her eyes, too ashamed to watch us staring at her petite, conical breasts with tiny strawberry n*****s. Donella, the younger girl with shining brunette hair and her milk-white complexion marred with the welts of her beating, avoided our eyes, gazing vacantly ahead as if there was no wall between her and the farthest stars. Her generously bulging breasts with upturned n*****s had developed early, blooming into a glorious protrusion.

“Richard,” my aunt said. “It is a family tradition to fondle the girls between courses. It sharpens the appetite. Since you are now the Master of Blackthorne, you may proceed first.”

“Oh, please do,” Uncle Garrick said from across the table. “Don’t be prig. We’re all going to do it.” He gave me a wicked leer. “Choose which girl you want, she won’t mind.”

I inhaled a deeply, turning to look at all three girls. Exhaling a quivering breath, I nodded to Bridget. She glided to my side and lifted her arms high above her head. She was smiling, but I caught the glint of dread in her eyes. First I clasped her head in my hands and drew her to my lips, savoring a continuous kiss. My hands dropped to her undefended breasts. I clutched them, savoring their warmth and softness as I gently kneaded them with my hungry fingers.

I heard a murmur of approval around the table. I held her, kissing thus, until my air-starved heart was exploding in my chest. Releasing her, we both gulped in a great lung-filling draught.

“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, then moved to the next person.

Someone whispered, “I’ll give a guinea to a gooseberry that that young lovely will pump his love­ gland dry tonight.”

My aunt was watching me, and when I sat unmoving she said, “It would be bad form to neglect the other two girls.” Miss Ballard cracked the crop in her glove again. The brown-haired Tait started at the sound and rushed to my side. She lifted her arms above her head and thrust her chest forward. Her eyes glittered with tears as I teased her raspberry n*****s between my fingers and thumbs.”

“You can use your teeth, you know,” Lamont said. “There are no rules about what we can do to these girls.”

Treise sat next to me, arm on the table, chin in her hand, pouting. “When you’re done with these amateurs,” she said, “Don’t forget about me.” She leaned forward, tugging down her half-open blue gown to release a generously-proportioned, perfumed breast. “I’m a girl, too.”

I released the maid’s n*****s and patted her buttocks. “Run along and play.”

The third girl, Donella, needed no threat from Miss Ballard. She stood next to me, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet to make her punished breasts waggle.

Miss Ballard pointed her crop at her. “Now look at Donella, girls. She’s learned her lesson, and knows what pleases a man. I want to see your breasts jiggle, or they’ll feel my riding crop.”

I leaned forward, pressing my lips into her yielding flesh, delighting in the sensation of life in their motion. I heard her quick gasp of pain as my teeth nipped at her welts.

The next course had been served by two new girls during our exploration. They, too, wore neck collars and short skirts, but no blouses. Their feminine charms quivered temptingly near my face as they reached forward to remove my soup and serve the next plate. I moved my head from side to side, wondering how many girls would appear before the meal was finished.

“There’ll be one for each of us,” said my cousin Lamont, guessing at my thought. “Maybe two, and we’ll take turns trading off when we all go to our bedrooms.” He tilted his head at my aunts. “And a young man or two to pleasure the ladies; or girls, if they choose.”

“Did my father do this, too?”

“Oh, yes, and he had great staying power. He could f**k three girls a night, sometimes a fourth, if she was exceptionally pretty or anxious to avoid the whip.”

Aunt Caroline heard my question. “Your father lived the good life. We all are grateful for his skill and courage in maintaining our family business.” She turned to Miss Ballard, “Where’s that young male Chalmers promised me for the evening? I’m getting horny from watching the men fondling our maids.”

Miss Ballard pointed her crop at one the brunette maid. “Bridget, go tell Master Chalmers that Mistress Caroline wants to be pleasured by that new male.” She cracked the crop into her gloved hand. “And hurry. I have a cure for laziness down in the cellar.” The girl dashed off, breasts bouncing.

A few moments later, Chalmers entered, holding one end of a chain. At the other end was a curly-haired young man, naked and on all fours. Chalmers pressed his riding crop against the man’s head, steering him under the table where Aunt Caroline sat. She spread her legs and hitched forward on her chair until I could see the round shape of young man’s head lift up under her dress between her thighs. She smiled and relaxed, picking at her food between sighs and gasps.

“When you’re finished with him,” Aunt Willa said, “I have a use for him.” She hitched her dress up to her waist.

My step-cousin Treise was idly stirring her food, still looking at me. Her naked breast still quivered next to me in open invitation. “Don’t you find me interesting?” she asked. She was fingering the buttons on the front of her dress. Four were unbuttoned, already.

“I am interested,” I said, “But this is all so new to me. Look at my hands, they’re trembling.”

“I know how to relax a man,” she said. She grasped my hand and pressed it into her breast. “Go ahead,” she said in a throaty whisper, “pinch my n****e as hard as you can.” She gasped as my thumb and finger crushed the pink spongy mound. “Harder,” she said with a grunt. Her teeth clenched from the pain. “Harder!”

I released her breast and dropped my head. “No. This experience is too strange for me. How can you enjoy such pain?”

Treise’s eyes were closed as she massaged her throbbing n****e. “Pain and pleasure go together. You’ll see. I know you will. I’ve watched the other men, how they were like you at first; reluctant and timid. Then, when they summon up the boldness to begin abusing a girl, making her shriek and scream, they discover their c**k’s pleasure is multiplied a hundred times.” She quickly finished unbuttoning her dress and cupped her other naked breast, lifting it toward me. “Now the other one.”

When I hesitated, she scolded me. “Cousin Richard, I demand that you be a gentleman and pleasure me as those girls have pleasured you.” Her scowl changed to a pout, then tears sprang from her eyes. “I was told you were interested in girls.”

I sighed and cupped her breast in my left hand. With my right, I captured the n****e and began crushing it.

“Uh--uh--more--yes--UNGH!” Her hand darted into her open dress, snaking down to her p***y. I could see her fingers working frantically. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Harder!”

I glanced self-consciously around the table, but everyone was busy satisfying their own lust with the maids. Aunt Caroline’s head was tilted back, breathing deeply, her eyes closed. The maids had unbuttoned the men’s trousers, tucking their hands inside to caress swelling c***s. Grandmother’s calm face was bent forward, her eyes and hands busy with her dinner. It was as if she were deaf and blind, taking no notice or interest in our revels.

Treise was squirming in her chair, gasping, moaning, and croaking out words. “Yes. Oh, Richard, you’re so strong and cruel. UNGH! Paradise.”

I grasped her other n****e with my free hand and began twisting and mauling it.

“OH! Damn!” both her hands were in her crotch, her fingers jabbing and massaging. “I’m cumming!” she squealed. “Cumming! Yes!”

With a shudder she peaked and then slumped down, panting, her raven hair tumbled across her face. I released her n*****s and leaned back, watching. She sat with her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. A few moments later, she sighed, straightened up in her chair, and began buttoning up her dress. “Thank you, cousin Richard, for you kindness.” She said with the calm, matter-of-factness as if I had just offered to pour her tea.

“You’re welcome, Miss Mallory.” I replied.

She turned to my other cousin, Lamont. “I have the bet. You owe me ten pounds.”

“Foul,” he replied. “You said he would f**k you under the table.”

“I only mentioned he would make me c*m, and my p***y was under the table.” She turned back to me, “Wasn’t it, Richard?”

“She’s like that, you know,” said my Uncle Garrick. “She can’t have an orgasm, unless some man is hurting her. After her s****l awakening, she used to go out to the stables, strip naked and tie her wrists together and her ankles together. She would stand on a ladder and loop her arms over a beam and kick the ladder away. She’d hang there for hours letting the horse flies bite her until we found her. Your father was so angry with her that he would cane her before letting her down. I think she enjoyed it, I could see the inside of her thighs dripping with her juices.”

I detected a faint smile on his lips. “Did you enjoy watching?”

“Of course. Your father even let me cane her sometimes.”

I’m not sure how we finished eating the meal, but I discovered my Aunt was right. The stimulation of all this naked flesh and shameless touching made me ravenously hungry. Our plates were empty.

During the dinner, the maids had shed their skirts and stockings under the threat of Miss Ballard’s long riding crop. Nothing remained to hide their feminine charms. Only their high-heeled shoes were left on, to lengthen their legs and accent the enticing curves of thigh and calf.