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Stately Pleasures by Lucy Felthouse
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Blurb:
Alice Brown has just
landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately
home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the
boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.
Unfortunately, things
don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport,
in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened,
Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the
wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then
throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along
with their indecent proposal.
When the dust settles
and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it
isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance
her career, after all.
Excerpt
Now she stood naked before the two men, and resisted
the temptation to try and cover herself up. It wouldn’t work, anyway. She’d
need two hands to cover her large breasts, and that would leave her neatly
trimmed pussy on display. So she stood with her hands by her sides, waiting for
the next command.
It was Ethan who spoke first. ‘Fuck. I’m rock hard
already. She’s just stunning, isn’t she? I must confess I’ve been looking
forward to this task for some time.’ He rubbed his hands together gleefully.
Alice remained still and silent.
‘She’s being very obedient, isn’t she?’ Jeremy moved
over to where she stood and walked around her naked form. ‘Do you think we’ve
turned her into a proper little submissive?’
Alice’s cheeks flamed at his words. How dare he say
such things about her? And yet, other than the heat burning across her chest,
neck, and cheeks, she made no response. So perhaps he was right – under
the care, for want of a more suitable word, of these two handsome, dominant
men, she’d turned into some kind of submissive. Sexually, anyway. She’d read
enough romance and erotica novels to know a liking for submission didn’t make a
woman weak. It just meant they liked to be bossed around in the bedroom. Outside
the bedroom, they were usually no different to how they’d always been. You
certainly wouldn’t pass a submissive woman on the street, or bump into her into
the supermarket, and automatically label her as a bottom.
If that was what got her going – so what? They
were all adults here, and free to do whatever they liked with one another, no
strings attached.
Ethan replied to Jeremy. ‘If we have, the tendency
must have been buried there beforehand. It doesn’t just happen overnight. Of
course, it could just be that she wants to get this over and done with as soon
as possible.’
‘Or,’ Jeremy said, narrowing his eyes as he looked
at Alice, ‘it could be that she doesn’t want us to delay. She wants to get
started with the task as soon as possible. Because she enjoys it. Wants it.’
He walked over to Alice and slipped his hand between
her legs, dipping a finger between her labia. ‘Huh. Seems I was right. All
she’s done is take her clothes off, and already she’s getting wet.’
Ethan stood and walked over to one side of the room,
grasping the rolling ladder which reached up to the very top shelves of the
library. He manoeuvred it so it was facing the wall, then locked the wheels. He
turned and nodded at Jeremy, who took Alice’s arm and led her over to Ethan and
the newly secured ladder. Positioning her in front of the ladder, facing its
steps, Jeremy pulled the binds they’d used in the dining room – or at
least ones that looked the same – from his pocket and handed one to Ethan.
Between them, they encouraged Alice up the first
step of the ladder – mercifully, it was more like a flight of mobile
stairs, with flat wooden slats instead of rungs, otherwise it would have hurt
her bare feet – then secured her wrists to the handrails. Crooking her
neck so she could look under her arm, she could see that she was just a little
way off the floor, with her arse pointing out into the room in all its fleshy
glory.
She wondered if she was positioned this way so her
bottom was in a good spanking position, but she racked her brain to remember
this particular task and couldn’t recall any kind of corporal punishment. She
pressed her lips together hard to suppress a smirk – if she couldn’t
remember, then there was a good chance that this was a nice, straightforward
task with nothing untoward involved at all. Except being naked and bound to
some rolling steps in a library, of course. And hopefully being given a good
seeing-to.
Nobody spoke for a few minutes, but Alice was aware
of activity behind her – she suspected it was the two men mouthing plans
to one another and using their hands to emphasise their meaning. Though she
wasn’t sure why they were bothering to keep it from her if they thought she
already knew what was going to happen. Perhaps they’d changed the plan.
Seconds later, her ordeal began. Only it wasn’t an
ordeal. That made it sound bad, and what Alice was experiencing was the
complete opposite. Jeremy and Ethan were touching her, lightly. The tips of
their fingers swept over the back of her body, from head – well,
neck – to toe. Gentle caresses that made her want to writhe madly and had
all the tiny hairs on her skin standing up on end. The men continued this for
some time, until she was quivering with anticipation. Although by that point
her entire body had become an erogenous zone, she couldn’t help but wonder when
they were going to touch her between her legs, or on her breasts. But she kept
quiet – they were running the show, and if past experience was anything to
go by, whatever they had planned would be well worth the wait.
Soon, the men upped the ante. They replaced their
hands with their mouths. Kissed, licked, and nibbled their way over the skin
they’d already sensitised with their fingers. Alice began to wish she was
sitting down. All the stimulation was giving her shaky legs. And, despite the
fact they hadn’t even been close to it yet – except for Jeremy’s
earlier brief touch – her pussy was so wet that juices were leaking down
the insides of her thighs. She pressed her thighs together to stop the trickle
going any further, and to try and get some stimulation on her severely
neglected clit.
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/
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