Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne ebook

Chapter Three-3

The wine had relaxed my nerves and I was staring at the girls, thinking only of choosing one of these lovelies to share my bed and pleasure me all night long.

I looked down and saw the brunette, Bridget, crouching at my feet. Somehow, she had managed to unbutton my trousers without disturbing me. She began caressing my upright c**k.

“Are you pleased with me, Sir?”

In answer, I reached down and grasped a n****e and pulled her up to stand next to me. “Sit,” I said, indicating my lap. She settled her naked bottom on my thighs and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I caught a glimpse of Aunt Caroline glancing at me while speaking to Chalmers. Every few moments, he would turn to look at me and Bridget, then look back at my aunt, nodding his head. My cousin Treise was standing behind them squirming with obvious delight, grinning wolfishly at me.

Bridget was nuzzling her cloud of raven hair against my cheek. “How may I pleasure you, Sir?”

“Unbutton my shirt. I want to feel your big breasts against my skin.”

Her nimble fingers flew down my shirt, releasing the buttons with swift skill. She pulled it open, then pulled the sleeves down off my arms. It hung limp behind me, the cuffs sprawled limp on the floor. She twisted around facing me, with one leg on each side of my hips. Sliding forward, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed those soft, round feminine delights against my naked chest. We kissed, while my hands explored her naked buttocks. Breathless moments later, she snuggled her head against my shoulder. My hand pressed her head against my cheek, my fingers searching through her silky hair. She sighed and put her lips to my earlobe. “Please f**k me, Sir.”

“I will,” I murmured into the perfumed softness of her curls.

Chalmers appeared beside us. “I’ll take her to the room we’ve prepared for your ceremony, Sir Richard. She’ll be waiting for you.”

“Prepared for my ceremony?”

“It’s the custom of Blackthorne House; when a family member reaches his or her eighteenth birthday, they are taken to the room prepared for pleasure.”

Aunt Caroline called to me from across the far end of the table. “Oh, Richard, let him take her. I promise you will find the preparations most interesting.”

I released Bridgett, and she stood up, turning her back to Chalmers and placing her hands high up behind her, against her back. Her face tilted down toward the floor as he bound her wrists together, pulling them up to loop the long ends of the cord over her shoulders and criss-cross over her chest above her breasts. The ends were then drawn under her armpits and behind her, where they were tied to her lifted wrists.

My cousin Lamont was standing across the table from me. He had the girl of his choice, a plump little dumpling of red-haired sugar, standing in front of him. Her head barely came up to the n****e on his bare chest. Her pudgy arms were trussed up like my Bridget’s. “A lovely ceremony, isn’t it, Richard.” His girl’s lavish breasts were even larger and heavier than Bridget’s. He cupped his hands under them and jiggled their bulging softness. “Look how vulnerable and defenseless her breasts are. Ready for a man’s teeth or the whip.” He stroked his hand over the swelling roundness of her chubby belly. “I like to ride a soft little cushion when I fuck.”

Chalmers led Bridget away. “I’ll return for you, Sir Richard, when she is arrayed to accommodate the ceremony.”

He herded her though the door, turning away from the stairway and heading down a darkened passage.

The other’s had left, driving their captives before them to a rendezvous with lust. I tried to be patient, fiddling with my napkin while guesses and fantasies of bound and helpless girls swarming naked through my imagination.