I snapped, "Kat!" and saw her jump, watching me now, waiting for my command.
"Thoroughly clean Alice....use your tongue."
Without consciously thinking about it, my breathings stops; and I wait for Kat's reaction.
~~~Kat~~~
Huh?
I swear that was my most coherent thought as his words permeated the thick fog of hedonistic lust that filled the room and his meaning sank into my consciousness. Not one of my brightest moments for sure, but we are all entitled to at least one of those moments every so often, when the least expected thing in the world is suddenly there in front of you. His words sank claws into my brain, his command dragging me from the almost lethargic state my orgasm had dropped me into, and left me wide awake. And wanting.
I glanced over towards Alice, now kneeling beside Wren's chair and wiping her eyes furiously with the backs of her hands as a flurry of tears broke free. It wasn't pain that made her weep...it was her temper and right now it was flaring almost out of control. Her cheeks were flushed red and purple in places I had seen him strike, but even now before my eyes, the livid marks were fading. I began to move, merely the barest shift in my weight, a tensing in the muscles of my legs before he stopped me. His hand tight around my wrist as he ceased my miniscule movement with a tug that only we knew was happening. I looked down, my lashes almost brushing against my cheeks as a warm blush suffused my skin in mild mortification. It was unsettling to realize how swiftly I had already done something wrong.
I lifted my lashes only slightly, just enough to see him sitting there, almost a bemused smile teasing even as his expression remained fearsome. He awaited my answer. Even though in body, in moving, in direction and knowledge of destination I had confirmed I would do as commanded...I had not answered him...
I rectified my mistake. "Yes Master." I whispered, yet it seemed loud to my ears. I felt him release me, watched him sink back into his grand chair and reach for a strawberry.
My god. I could feel my pussy clench around nothing -- out of my peripheral vision as I walked to Alice -- I saw him savor the fruit.
I knelt beside her, smoothing her hair back from her face as she began to whisper her insults, her rage, and her accusations. She had heard his command, she hated him, and she didn't want to play anymore. I was certain only I could hear her, her voice was so low as I leant closer, but the dark look I saw from Wren over Alice's shoulder as he quietly watched us clued me in to the fact that his hearing was in no way impaired. She told me, she was quitting, she was leaving this instant, she was changing into proper clothes and leaving this silliness behind her. She told me she wasn't going to kiss me, she growled even as her lips met mine in a swift trembling sweep that even I was unsure had happened.
Heeding the burning I could feel in the back of my head from his gaze, I tentatively reached out my tongue towards her skin. I began with her tears and ended each sweep of my tongue over her closed eyelashes. This was a helluva difference to licking wine from a damn table, and it took me a moment to recover before I tasted her skin again. It was not just her tears that marred her cheeks; it was a taste of Adam that added to her flavor. I shuddered, felt my confidence waver. I'd never done this before, never kissed another woman, never tasted a guy's dried semen, had never wantonly stared at the weirdest three-some I had ever -- never -- seen. Now I was here, on a floor I polished daily, the reflection in its almost black speckled beauty showing the smooth skin of Alice's thighs where she had collapsed to the floor, the fluids leaking from her body even as I licked more of it from her face and softly kissed pink swollen lips. I could see Adam, his body still prone in his post-orgasmic bliss yet his eyes were intent, alive and so very more alert than his pose suggested. He watched with an intensity that was almost frightening, that is, until I caught sight of his brother. I was barely inches from him, his heavily booted foot rested close to where my feet were tucked beneath my arse, his long leg stretched out as he too rested back in his chair as though nothing out of the ordinary other than dinner and a little light entertainment had graced this room tonight. But his eyes...
They were darker than the floor I was sat on, and gleamed just as brightly.
I closed my eyes, my hair fell forward some escaping from the clasp and shielded me for a moment. My heart thumped painfully in my chest as I fought back the feeling of panic that now raced through me. Why the hell was I here? Why was I doing this? What the fuck made me want to...hell almost yearn to continue? I knew I was panting quietly, my breath coming in painful little gulps as I fought the uncertainty. I opened my eyes again and was surprised Alice hadn't shifted much from the moment our lips had met, her eyes were closed too, her tears had stopped and her mouth was parted. She looked -- well, women are not my thing, or at least I didn't think they were -- beautiful, her skin looked like it burned, but not painfully. Much like the pleasant burn, the ache I had felt when the hard strokes of the paddle had met my skin. I licked her face slowly again, savoring the unusual taste of her angry tears and Adam once again.
I felt the pain in my chest lessen, as though the chord that had been tightening in my panic and uncertainty relaxed a little, giving me a little more freedom. I wanted to...do this...I had watched them fuck her with abandon, I had watched them use her for their pleasures and somewhere in the back of my mind I had placed myself in her position while I watched. It was unnerving how the sight of it had affected me...but my body's reaction could not lie.
Aware of the eyes on me, I mentally shut out the two in my peripheral vision but could not bring myself to block out the third behind me as I pushed Alice back with gentle hands and gave in to my own curiosity.
My hands were on her hips over the now creased fabric of her uniform, her tight perky breasts had long since escaped from their meager confines and protruded from the lace, the material actually pushing them higher up. I let my tongue trace the path of Adam's cum down over the bared skin towards her nipples and I felt Alice shudder against me. Her nipples puckered as I exhaled near to them and Alice gasped quietly when I finally licked them, slowly drawing them into the heat of my mouth. It sent tremors of longing through my own body when I looked up at her and saw her biting that pink lower lip between her teeth, her lashes fluttering against her cheek as her breath became deeper - her breasts began to lift towards my mouth. My lips curved into a small private smile -- I was doing this to her -- I was wringing shudders from her body with each pass of my tongue and lips over her heated skin, and the thrill I felt from that was nothing short of wicked.
Allowing my hands to move of their own accord, I watched their path almost absentmindedly as they smoothed over the tops of her thighs before pushing the skirt of her uniform up and over her hips. My thumbs rubbed slow circles over her skin before I dipped my head and touched my lips to her almost entirely smooth cunt. Her short curls were damp, sticky and scented with both arousal and everything else and I knew I wanted to taste it. Even without the command...the curiosity was there. I later pondered what my life would have been like if I had never taken this job. Would I never have known the shivering rush of delight and perversion and how they merged and intermingled with one another? I would never have experienced anything like last night, would never have yearned for a brutality that I had not even known wished to be experienced within me or wish to experience again. Would never have been licking copious combined fluids from a French maid's cunt and arse and actually been feeling an odd sense of thrill and exquisite erotic tremors. I wondered too, whether it would have found me in the end...this curiosity...and wondered if I would ever understand it.
I was brought back to reality by the sensation of warm fingers tickling up my leg, my eyes opened and through the escaped waves of my hair I caught sight of Adam now leaning on his side, his head propped up on his hand as he perused us almost lazily. Although the cock protruding from his still unzipped tailored trousers was anything but lethargic. Its fat head glistened with new pre-cum, and his shaft was still coated with the horseradish sauce. I winced mentally -- it had to be hurting both of them. I was tasting it, my tongue was on fire with both the scent of Alice, and the mixture of mustard, vinegar and grated horseradish, I moaned softly before I could prevent the sound's escape. It was intense, unusual, and as my tongue lapped slowly up from her arse to her cunt, I swallowed what I could before the fingers on my leg could tease me further. I squirmed minutely, knowing that if he reached further towards my imprisoned pussy he would find what the Earl had. It didn't sit well with me...him knowing. It was embarrassment tenfold; this depravity, unsettling and new -- I surmised 'new' was technically the most important word in my thoughts just as Alice moaned beneath my tongue.
As soon as I had that thought, his fingers disappeared, and I felt them tangle in my hair and roughly lift my head from Alice and I squeaked with the sudden searing pain. A warm body appeared at my back, a face beside my own as it growled against my ear and I saw Wren missing from his seat. His grip was as tight as his brother's, almost at my scalp and he pulled me high enough that my hands were no use in supporting me and easing the pain. His voice was dark, demanding and filled with an almost unnatural fury as he 'tsked' by my ear and I felt the backs of Adam's fingers make use of my incapacity and run up between my thighs.
