‘WELL, WHAT D'YOU think of her?’ Sinclair started at the sound of Armina’s voice and looked up, appreciating her beauty as she walked across the conservatory — a blonde, curlyheaded sylph wearing a sleeveless, backless, button-through cotton dress, deceptively simple, but from a top Italian fashion house. He knew all about her extravagant tastes, having paid for the ball gown she had worn to the dinner party. A bribe, of course, but then Armina was always open to bribes, out for herself and pledging loyalty to none. He accepted this and liked her no less for it. Besides which, she was one of the sexiest ladies around, with a penchant for the bizarre that matched his own. His spine tingled and the blood thickened his phallus as his eyes caressed her tiny, upward tilting breasts and the shadow where her skirt pressed between her thighs. ‘Would you like a cup of coffee?’ he asked, speculating on what might have brought her there. From the depths of a deeply cushioned wicker armchair,
Armina wore a skin-tight body suit in black plastic. Jo was dressed in a gymslip over a white blouse with bare thighs, navy-blue knickers, grey knee socks and her hair in two pigtails. Karen shook out her own costume. It consisted of a short white tutu with a boned bodice and slender straps — no panties — and flat ballet pumps crisscrossed with ribbon round the ankles. A birch lay to hand. Raquel, all powerful, approached the man, asking, ‘And have you been a good boy today?’ ‘Yes, Mistress, I have,’ he whispered, and looked across at Spike, adding, ‘I want to see his prick.’ ‘I don’t know if you can. I'll have to ask him. Spike, can this gentleman look at your plonker?’ Undaunted, Spike unsnapped his shorts and his semi-hard cock bounded out, the ring glinting in the foreskin. Sinclair smiled salaciously at Armina, and Karen, who had been positioned at the man’s head, birch at the ready, became impatient with this perverted game, wanting Spike to herself somewhere private. ‘Let
‘I OWE YOU an apology, Miss Heyward.’ Karen, about to close and lock the library door, could hardly believe her own ears. ‘I beg your pardon?’ she said, looking up at him, stunned. ‘I’ve been unfair. Can we start again?’ This was incredible. Mallory, the lordly and arrogant, was actually expressing regret for something he had done, and to a woman, too! The corridor was filled with the somnolence of a summer afternoon, a time when the servants chad absented themselves from that part of the house, idling in their quarters or quietly undertaking some task that was not too taxing. Sinclair had gone to London that morning, roaring off in the Lamborghini, taking Celine and Jo with him. He had spoken airily of business in town. The singer was working with her répétiteur in preparation for the starring role in Carmen due to open in Vienna in October. Jo had the opportunity to glide the catwalk for a leading fashion designer. Armina was absent, presumably humping Tayte or getting her kick
Last summer her parents had visited Turkey and brought her back a present. There had never seemed an appropriate moment to wear it, until now. The jellaba was long, dyed in the vibrant hues of the desert at sunrise. Made of hand-spun wild silk, it was bordered with gold embroidery and seed pearls. The wide, loose sleeves were ornamented, and the deep slash between her breasts fastened with loops over buttons covered in gilt thread. She twisted a rope of variegated semi-precious stones about her neck, and hooked a pair of dangling beaded earrings into her lobes. Beautifully crafted jewelled sandals had come with the outfit, a copy of those found in a pharaoh’s tomb, flat soled, supported by a thong between the big toe and its neighbour, the kind of footwear in which she was most at ease. Beneath this exotic creation Karen wore absolutely nothing, the silk caressing her skin like a lover’s lips. Such attire called for equally colourful make-up and she didn’t hesitate, eyes accentuated
BLACKWOOD TOWERS SWARMED with uniformed police and a dash of plain-clothes officers disguised in jeans, Reeboks and anoraks. ‘But you can tell a copper a mile off, can’t you?’ Armina said, so aroused it was all she could do to keep her hands off her crotch. ‘Daddy was in the army,’ Patty confided, sitting close to her in the salon, where suspects had been herded. ‘I just adore men in uniform. I hope I get interrogated by one.’ ‘Kinky,’ Armina responded, eyes bright as they wandered over every constable, male or female. ‘I thought you were keen on Neanderthal studs dripping testosterone. I'll settle for the inspector. He can grill me any time.’ Mallory had reported the robbery to Porthcombe substation and Exeter had been alerted. Panda cars had come screaming up the drive and disgorged a stalwart band led by Detective Inspector Callard. He wasn’t in uniform, just an ordinary suit, but his authoritative aura had almost brought Patty to climax.Everyone was ordered to remain in the h
‘And sergeant, please put your hat on. It makes you look so sexy!’ Harvey did as she asked, then pressed up against her, her locked hands contacting the emulsion-painted wall. He ravished her lips, forceful tongue plunging and plundering, aping the motion of coition. Patty kept her eyes open, wanting to see the black and white band of his hat, reduced to jelly at the feel of coarse serge as his collar brushed her throat and the discomfort of buttons marking her — flesh. ‘You’re a tart!' he shouted. ‘A filthy little whore. I should give you a good seeing-to.’ He jerked at the buttons of his jacket. Disappointment mingled with Patty’s rampaging desire. ‘Don’t take it off!’ she cried. ‘I'm not. Just want to get at my old man easier. That’s what you want, isn’t it?’ His flies gaped open. His lively member sprang out, the purple glans rising from the wrinkled foreskin. Patty gasped as he rucked up her skirt, cock hopping at the sight of her bare belly and fluffy pubes. He gripped her
KAREN TOOK THE path winding down to the beach, the uneven surface jabbing through the soles of her sandals. She had come to say goodbye to a spot she had grown to love during the hectic days following Sinclair’s confession. Though now vindicated, she was still angry and hurt, seeking solace in the cave-pitted cliffs and miles of beach washed by an ever-changing sea. Let Mallory sort out his own problems. A statement had been issued to the press: Lord Sinclair Burnet had perpetrated a hoax, not expecting it to be taken seriously. He expressed regret for any upset caused. Mallory dropped charges and made an official apology to the police, but only the timely intervention of an influential uncle at Scotland Yard had prevented Sinclair from landing in serious trouble. He had taken himself off to South America till the dust settled. Tony was prepared to forgive and forget. Karen wasn’t. That morning a hand-delivered letter had arrived at Laurel Cottage formally reinstating her. Suppress
SYNOPSIS A pair of black kid evening gloves that breathe new fire into as illicit romance; a daring date to a different kind of peep show; a music lesson with an inspirational teacher ...CHAPTER 1STACEY PLUMPED UP the pillows and leaned against the headboard. She could hear Ross moving around downstairs and guessed that he was preparing a special breakfast tray. She sighed. He tried, poor darling. But whatever he did she knew it would make no difference. They were in a rut. She still loved him, but the spark had gone. They were ... comfortable together. Cosy. Still, what could you expect after seven years of marriage? When the door opened and Ross came in, she pasted a smile on her face. After all, you were supposed to be happy on your birthday. He had placed a single scarlet rose next to the freshly Squeezed orange juice. There was a fresh peach, yoghurt with honey and toasted nuts, her favourite morning paper. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room. Ross tossed a b
‘I'm off to bed,’ Harriet told Rowena. ‘It was a lovely evening.’ Rowena peered at her through the smoke of one of her rare cigarettes. ‘Did you enjoy it? You don’t look very happy.’ ‘I’m just tired. I’m not used to such late hours!’ ‘Have you seen my brother?’ ‘Chris went into the garden,’ Harriet told her. Rowena smiled. ‘He's drunk too much. I'll say goodnight to Lewis for you; he’s busy right now.’ The woman with her laughed. ‘He certainly is. Marita keeps most men busy. She nearly killed my husband last year!’ Rowena’s laughter joined her friend’s and Harriet fled upstairs, certain that they were secretly mocking her. She lay awake until six in the morning but Lewis didn’t join her, and she guessed then that the story must have been true and Marita had kept him busy. At first she wept, but then she told herself that crying was useless. A man like that was bound to be used to casual affairs — what she had to do was make herself indispensable to him, no matter what was nece
FOR THE NEXT two nights Lewis spent hours in either Harriet’s or his own room, bringing her time and again to the heights of ecstasy she had come to expect from him, and every time she climaxed, every time he taught her something new, she was bound more closely to him. The fact that he was slowly being bound more closely to her was something Lewis chose to ignore. Then, on the Saturday, everything changed. Harriet had been surprised to be invited to the dinner party, and had cancelled her planned evening with Ella because she didn’t want to miss the chance of a genuine film star’s party. Ella green with envy, had understood but demanded a full report in exchange for being let down. ‘I want to hear all about what Rowena wore, ate, drank and how she behaved,’ she told Harriet. ‘Of course. I'll tell you about Lewis too.’ ‘I’m sure you will,’ said Ella, who already had her suspicions about Harriet and the star's husband. When they finally sat down to dinner, Harriet found that she wa
Lewis’s own erection had now subsided but at the sight of Harriet being aroused to new and only dimly understood heights, he felt himself start to stir again. As the startling feelings continued to grow, Harriet’s breasts began to ache and after only a slight hesitation she reached up, drawing Lewis’s head down towards her. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he murmured. ‘My breasts,’ she moaned, thrusting them up towards his mouth. “They ache.’ ‘And what do you want me to do about it?’ he teased. Harriet didn’t know if she could tell him, but the insistent clamouring of her needy flesh won over her deeply ingrained reticence at vocalising her desires. ‘Suck them for me, Lewis, please.’ ‘Hard or soft?’ he asked, his hand still continuing its pressing movements and his finger drawing up the clitoral hood as he worked so that he could brush lightly across the top of the exposed nub. ‘Hard!’ she begged, her body now nothing but a pressurised aching need for the final stimuation that would a
THAT EVENING CHRIS and Rowena went to the opera. Lewis hated opera. ‘Good music spoilt by bad acting,’ was his opinion and nothing he saw ever made him change his mind. After they'd gone he went in search of Harriet and found her reading a book in the comfort of the drawingroom. ‘We've got the house to ourselves,’ he said with a smile. ‘How would you like a nice bath? We can use the tub in Rowena’s bathroom - it’s meant for two.’ Harriet lifted her eyes from the page. ‘I had a shower this morning, thanks.’ For a moment Lewis couldn’t believe he’d heard her correctly. “You don’t have to be dirty,’ he said with a laugh. ‘It’s meant to be a sensual pleasure.’ Harriet smiled in an absent-minded way. ‘I’m sure it would be, but I’m a bit tired tonight.’ Since nothing in his imaginary script had prepared Lewis for this he was totally at a loss. ‘I'd like it,’ he said slowly. ‘Doesn’t that matter to you?’ With a soft sigh Harriet put the book to one side. ‘Of course it does, Lewis, but
Harriet felt that she was going to explode. Her body was being racked by liquid fire and then the incessant drumming of the pulse between her legs changed to a startlingly intense tingling that felt hot and rushed upwards through her with terrifying speed. She shouted out loud, knowing that she could no longer keep her body still even to please this man who meant so much to her. At the sound Lewis moved his fingers to the side of her clitoris and rubbed the slippery tissue with tiny circular motions as he moved in and out of her, his own body straining for relief from the continuous sexual tension as much as Harriet’s. It was Harriet who came first and as her body went taut with the first fierce contractions of her orgasm her vaginal walls contracted tightly around Lewis so that she felt as though she was milking him. She heard him groan and then he was thrusting without thought for her, thrusting solely to give himself the satisfaction that he knew Harriet was about to get. Harri
LEWIS STARED AT Harriet, hiding his anger behind a mask of indifference. Inwardly he was raging, not only at the fact that she had come into the room uninvited but also at his own stupidity in allowing Rowena to persuade him to make love to her at a time when he should have been concentrating solely on Harriet. ‘Rowena will be with you in a moment,’ he said smoothly, his arousal dissipating at great speed. Harriet’s eyes were wide and she stared at her employer as Rowena, ignoring the younger woman's presence, continued to move herself up and down on Lewis until with a cry of pleasure her body gave itself over to the warm flooding joy of orgasm. Harriet knew that she should leave the room but her legs seemed unable to move. She stayed rooted to the spot watching Rowena’s total abandonment to her sexuality. She felt almost consumed by envy, having spent most of her waking hours imagining what her next sexual encounter with Lewis would be like. Now she was forced to face the fact tha
Harriet was shocked by his casual acceptance of what they’d seen. Rowena was his wife, and even an open marriage didn’t usually include letting your wife have sex with her half-brother. She decided he was simply good at hiding his emotions, and that this was the only way he could cope with the situation. She was wrong. Lewis was drawn to Rowena sexually; like most men he admired her body and found her sexual magnetism alluring, but emotionally he was untouched by her. Their marriage had suited him as much as it suited her. The joining together of his analytical, muchadmired director's brain and her renowned sexuality and beauty had attracted almost as much attention in Hollywood as Marilyn Monroe’s marriage to Arthur Miller. Looking into the bedroom again, Harriet realised that Rowena’s first priority didn’t seem to be freedom from her bonds so much as freedom from her frustration, for once she failed to loosen her wrists she got to her feet and stood in front of one of the bed-post
WHEN LEWIS LED Harriet into a tiny room two doors down the landing from his bedroom she thought first that she was in a cupboard, but as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness she realised that it had originally been intended as a dressing room, although the adjoining door had now been filled in. There was little furniture there, only a high backed chair and a two-seater settee in front of a square window, which let in no light at all. She turned to Lewis in bewilderment. ‘What is this room?’ ‘Sit here next to me on the sofa and look carefully at the window,’ he said softly. Puzzled, she stared at the glass, and after a few seconds realised that she was looking into a distinctly feminine bedroom lavishly decorated in various shades of lilac. As she watched, a figure crossed her line of vision, and she saw Rowena walking totally naked from her adjoining bathroom back to her bed. Harriet ducked down and Lewis laughed. ‘She can’t see you, it’s a two-way mirror.’ ‘You mean, anyone
Every nerve in Harriet’s body seemed to be alive now. She was trembling with excitement and frantic for more intimate touches but when she reached for his hand to try and move it where she wanted he shook his head. ‘It’s better to wait,’ he assured her. In the adjoining room Chris felt his own breathing quicken. Lewis was playing her with consummate skill, and her restlessly moving legs and upthrusting young breasts were testimony to her arousal. He himself was hard, and longed to be allowed to join in, to take the girl in the ways that he liked, the ways that kept Rowena enthralled. He was surprised by his reaction. Normally he would simply have wanted Rowena more than ever, but he knew that he was going to have to have Harriet before too long. At last Lewis took pity on Harriet and lightly kneaded some of the lotion into each of her breasts in turn. He heard her breath catch in her throat and her eyes were grateful. Then, to Harriet’s surprise, he moved himself up the bed so that