Beyond Temptation. Lisette Ashton

‘How interesting.’

      Her grin was a rictus. She wondered if she had ever been guilty of holding someone in such a conversation against their will. From her own perspective, she felt sure she was giving off all the signs of a person who didn’t want to be spoken to. Her arms were folded across her chest and she kept glancing at her wristwatch but Wayne seemed oblivious to these far from subtle gestures. He continued to wave his BlackBerry as he spoke, gesturing with it as he emphasised various points in his monologue.

      ‘Critique the bastard?’ Harold exploded.

      His outraged words carried easily over Wayne’s drone.

      ‘Review the fucker? He’ll be lucky if I don’t cancel his subscription to the fucking magazine.’

      Gayle cursed again, wishing she knew what was happening. She had the feeling Harold’s words were important but she had no way of knowing why.

      She was suddenly aware that Wayne had stopped talking to her and that she was expected to say something in response. Quickly she searched her thoughts for an appropriate, glib comment that would pacify him. If the man thought she had been eavesdropping on the magazine’s owner and his secretary, she feared her reputation at the office would be ruined. Smiling into Wayne’s face, Gayle said, ‘It sounds very nice.’

      His grin faltered. Her response wasn’t enough. He clearly expected to hear something more. He had been talking about his car and he wanted to know she was suitably impressed.

      ‘I doubt it could look worse than that misshapen monstrosity parked outside the front of the house,’ she with a laugh. ‘Have you seen it? It’s all black and lumpy and looks like a Transformer took a crap in the car park. It’s the one with those bright-green furry dice dangling from the rear-view mirror.’

      Wayne frowned at her. The expression he wore seemed hurt and deflated. ‘That is my car,’ he said quietly.

      A nervous giggle threatened to erupt from the back of her throat. This was one of those moments she knew she would be laughing about when she parted from Wayne’s company. But, for now, it was the epitome of excruciating embarrassment.

      She tried to think of suitable words for an apology or retraction but the sound of Harold’s mounting anger distracted her. Gayle heard Sheridan trying to appease him but the PA’s words had no effect.

      ‘No,’ Harold bellowed. ‘I’ve had enough of this. This is my house and I’m not happy with this. I’m going to sort the pair of them out. I’m going to sort them out once and for all.’

      As Gayle watched, Harold stormed into the hall and up the stairs.

      And, although she had thought Sheridan sounded sincere in her attempts to temper Harold’s outrage, she could now see the smile that twisted the woman’s lips. She was shocked by the expression of triumphant cruelty that shone in the woman’s eyes.

      * * *

      After his second climax, Dominic put his clothes back on and Robyn slipped into her dress. She hadn’t bothered putting her panties on, happy to feel the cool air against her hot wet flesh as she prepared to mingle with the other guests.

      ‘What a shame we didn’t get to use that,’ he remarked, glancing at the unused black packet.

      Robyn smiled. ‘There’s still time,’ she assured him. With an eager lunge, she had pushed him back to the bed. Her fingers worked quickly on his pants and within a moment she had lowered them so they were free from his hips. She pulled them down to his knees and examined his limp cock.

      ‘I’m not sure,’ he began cautiously. And then stopped himself. ‘I mean, I don’t think I can …’

      His voice trailed off as she began to work her mouth against him. With a graceful arch of her leg, she had straddled him. She moved her hands from his length for a moment, hitching up the sides of her skirt so that his mouth could have unfettered access to her exposed pussy.

      It only took seconds before they were locked in a sixty-nine position.

      Dominic’s tongue was pressed between her legs. He teased the tip between her sodden pussy lips and the puckered rim of her anus. Waves of excitement washed over her as she felt thrill after thrill rippling through her body.

      She still wanted him and longed to feel a final act of penetration to complete the evening. The unopened black packet grew warm in her hand. While she knew this was caused by her own sweaty palm she imagined it was the needful heat of the rubber inside. Mentally she could picture the hot black sheath filling her as Dominic rode it into her anus. The image was infuriatingly clear and she could almost feel the length’s imagined path as he penetrated her. She could imagine his thickness spreading the taut muscle of her sphincter wide. The idea sent a ripple of anticipation trembling through her bowels.

      Not that there was much chance of Dominic penetrating her again this evening, she thought with a small sigh. Regardless of how much she worked her lips and tongue against his cock, Dominic remained flaccid.

      She wasn’t completely surprised. He had already climaxed twice and they had been together for barely thirty minutes. The chances of him getting hard enough to fuck her backside looked bleak. Still she persevered, drawing the tip of her tongue against his soft length, relishing the taste of his skin and the subtle flavour of their mingled climaxes.

      His hands caressed her buttocks. He stroked broad, exploratory circles. His touch sent shivers of pleasure along her spine. She moaned with mounting frustration and tested a playful nip against his balls.

      He stiffened on the bed.

      ‘Too much.’

      She chuckled down at him.

      ‘Not enough,’ she retorted. With a wicked smile, she opened the black packet and pulled the condom from inside. It felt slick between her fingers and she rubbed it playfully, enjoying the slippery wetness. Moving her mouth below his balls, she touched the tip of her tongue to his arsehole.

      Dominic drew a startled breath and muttered a refusal.

      Seeing his flaccid cock begin to fatten, Robyn ignored his words and continued to tongue his arse. The sour-sweet taste of his anus filled her mouth. The flavour was so subtle and intimate she was propelled to the brink of another orgasm. Watching Dominic’s cock stiffen as she tongued him only added impetus to her arousal.

      ‘You’re insatiable,’ he groaned.

      ‘Perhaps I just need satiating?’

      His reply was a wordless groan that only encouraged her to thrust her tongue deeper. The muscles in his legs stiffened. He seemed so absorbed with the pleasure she gave him that his tongue moved away from her sex.

      Robyn didn’t mind. Although she had been enjoying it, his attention to her was a distraction from what she trying to do for him. Slowly, Robyn drew the condom onto her index finger. It hung loose on the digit, the tip of her nail forcing its own shape against the slick black rubber.

      ‘I’d already decided that we were going to use this one tonight,’ she said quietly. ‘And one way or another, I’m determined that we will.’ She glanced down at him, studying his face through the frame of their bodies, trying not to be distracted by the sight of his mouth so close to her pussy.

      He met her gaze, oblivious to the condom on her finger.

      His eyes opened wide as she pushed the tip against his rectum.

      A cry of meaningless protest started from his lips but Robyn ignored him. She glanced at his cock and saw the length was hard and ready for her. Slowly, she eased her finger deeper.

      ‘Too much,’ Dominic hissed. ‘That’s way too much.’

      She shook her head. Tresses of her blonde hair brushed against the flesh of his inner thighs.

      ‘That’s not too much,’ she assured him. ‘But this will be.’

      She did two things simultaneously.

      While