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  Grace was horrified. “I don’t want another guest to be there!” she protested.

  “I don’t see why not. It will be company for you. Of course, as she’s already experienced what it’s about, you won’t be in competition with her. She’ll be expected to do better than you, so if anything she’s the one who should be upset, but I’m sure she won’t complain. Guests rarely do,” he added.

  “That means that the man who’s brought her to the Club will be in the room as well, and able to watch me!” exclaimed Grace.

  David swung the car into the private road that housed the Dining Club and waited to be let through the gates. He rested his left hand lightly on her knee. “He’ll be too busy watching his own companion to watch you.”

  “He might enjoy watching both of us,” said Grace with horror.

  The gate was opened and David drove slowly down the road toward the Club. “He might, and I might as well, come to that. Be grateful, Grace. In a couple of months’ time that will happen anyway. This will give you quite an advantage for that weekend.”

  “I don’t think…”

  “Darling, I really hope you’re not going to disappoint me,” he said softly.

  In the silence that followed his remark she felt a moment of overwhelming fear. “No, of course not!” she said hastily. “I only meant…”

  “That’s good to hear,” he said, smiling warmly at her as he parked in his usual place before getting out of the car. “Perhaps we’ll have a swim before lunch this time. That might relax you.”

  Struggling to cope with all that he’d told her, and to adjust to what she was learning about him, Grace got out of the car and waited by the front door with him. Before she’d learned more details she’d been strangely excited, almost eager for her trial, but now she was very nervous.

  Once they were inside a well-built, fair-haired young man led them up to the suite they’d had before. “I thought you’d like the same rooms,” said David.

  “You were right, I love this suite,” exclaimed Grace, the sight of the familiar fabrics and furniture calming her nerves. “It’s so beautiful, like something from the Edwardian era.”

  “Would you like a swim? We can eat up here afterwards rather than downstairs.”

  The prospect of spending more time alone with David than she had the previous month cheered Grace up even more. She quickly changed into her burgundy and black bikini, put on a white toweling robe that was hanging in the en suite bathroom and then followed David down some back stairs that led directly to the pool area.

  The large kidney-shaped pool had half a dozen chairs around the sides, and huge sliding glass doors all down one side. These not only let in a lot of light, but also allowed people strolling in the grounds outside to look in.

  Grace was a strong swimmer, as was David, and soon they were both powering up and down the pool. No one else was using it, and after they’d done a few lengths David grabbed hold of her round the waist, lifted her legs so that she was floating on her back and then put a hand in the small of her back to push her stomach up out of the water. Next he nibbled at the bare flesh, while his fingers drummed between her thighs, against the tight material of her bikini bottom.

  She moaned at the delicious pleasure as tendrils of excitement snaked through her body. Totally relaxed she felt his fingers ease the edges of her bikini bottom to one side so that he could stroke her swelling sex lips and she gave a tiny cry of excitement.

  Quickly he guided her to the side of the pool, and she rested her arms on the white tiles surrounding it while he continued to arouse her with his fingers. Finally he pushed the bottom half of her body high out of the water, put her legs over his shoulders and pushing the material to one side closed his mouth over her vulva.

  She heard herself breathing heavily, gasping as he increased and then decreased the pressure from his mouth. It was as though he was drawing all the darts of pleasure toward his mouth while the warm water lapped at the rest of her body. For a fleeting second his tongue darted inside her, and she felt her body stiffen as her climax approached. Then, with no warning, he moved the bottom of the bikini so that she was covered once again, and then swam slowly away.

  “Come back!” shouted Grace. “You can’t leave me like this!” but he simply looked back over his shoulder at her, laughing at her desperation to climax. Her whole body felt heavy and the pressure behind her clitoris almost unbearable.

  Furious, she pulled herself out of the pool, grabbed her towel and was about to walk out when David came up behind her and caught hold of her shoulders. “Lie on one of the chairs and finish yourself off,” he whispered. “Let me watch you masturbate. I know how near you are. It won’t take any time.”

  “What if someone comes in?” asked Grace, wishing that she didn’t want to do as he asked.

  “They won’t. You know you want to do it,” and he trailed his fingers down the sides of her body.

  That was what decided her. Her whole body was so desperate for an orgasm, and she was so excited by his suggestion, that now nothing else mattered. Quickly she lay down on a recliner pool chair, pushed her right hand inside her bikini bottom and groaned as her fingers moved over the needy, slippery flesh until she found the vital spot near the stem of the clitoris that always triggered an orgasm for her.

  She could hear David’s rapid breathing as her fingers swirled around the clitoris before pressing more firmly against the tiny stem. Then, with a cry of delight she felt the familiar sweet explosion of release and shuddered as the shockwaves of pleasure rushed through her body.

  “Wonderful!” exclaimed David, bending down to kiss her passionately on the mouth. Reaching up, she put her arms round his neck to draw him closer as her breathing slowly returned to normal, totally unaware of the small camera positioned high up near the ceiling in the opposite wall, recording every detail.

  Later, after eating a salad that David had sent up to their room for her, she sat in a chair by one of the windows and idly replayed the scene in her mind as the sun streamed in on her. She felt relaxed and happy, and when David went off to talk to Andrew her eyelids grew heavy and the next thing she knew he was waking her from a deep sleep.

  “Lightweight!” he said with a laugh.

  Stretching luxuriously she smiled up at him. “Everything all right below stairs?”

  “Fine. They’re all set up for tonight’s dining experience.”

  The total relaxation that had followed her sleep vanished, and Grace felt herself tense. “Should I be worried?”

  “Of course not. Remember, you’re doing this for us. Pleasure is the name of the game.”

  Remembering her first visit she wondered if he really believed everything that had happened to her then had been pleasurable, but she didn’t say a word. She desperately wanted to enter his world, become so much a part of him that he would never want to leave her.

  “Don’t you want to look at your dress for the evening?” he asked. She did, and when he opened the wardrobe door she gave a cry of delight.

  It was floor-length, red, and strapless, with a wide, white cummerbund just beneath the bust that was decorated with embroidered red flowers. Below that the material was tightly ruched until it met with a line of carefully embroidered white blossoms running diagonally from the left hip to what she thought was probably the top of the right thigh, and at the bottom of the dress the red silk was cut into a high v-shape. The gap had been filled with white satin covered in delicate lace. She’d never seen anything like it. Until she’d met David, clothes hadn’t been that important to her. Now she was discovering how clothes could not only enhance how she looked, but also add to the sensuality of a special evening.

  “I thought of you the moment I saw it,” said David. “You’ll look stunning wearing it. It’s a shame you won’t be wearing it for long, but you’ll certainly make an entrance when we go down to dinner.”

  “What do you mean about not wearing it for long?”

  “It’s hardly the right d
ress for the after-dinner activities, is it?”

  Her delight ebbed away, to be replaced by nerves, but nerves tinged with excitement. “I suppose not,” she agreed.

  “Believe me, you’ll look even more beautiful later on tonight,” he murmured, his mouth nuzzling the side of her neck, and she shivered, but whether with fear or desire she didn’t know.

  David had been right about her entrance to the dining room. They were the last to take their places for dinner, at table two this time, and all eyes were on her as she crossed the floor. “I wonder if they realize you’re naked beneath it?” he murmured, his hand in the small of her back as he guided her to her seat.

  No sooner was she sitting down than Amber was standing by their table. “What a beautiful dress,” she said sweetly. “It suits your dark coloring, but then David has exquisite taste. He knows exactly how he likes his women to look.”

  Grace looked at Amber’s ankle-length halter neck dress in pale lemon with a plunging neckline that revealed her tawny skin, and noticed too the long diamond and ruby earrings she was wearing with a matching necklace, and understood what she was being told. David chose Amber’s dresses as well, and had probably been doing so for far longer than he’d known her.

  Inwardly she was filled with jealousy, but she smiled as she agreed with their hostess, hoping her eyes didn’t give away what she was really feeling.

  “I understand the dessert for your table has already been chosen,” continued Amber.

  Grace shook her head. “No.”

  “It has, my darling. If you remember I told you last month that you would have to leave the Controlled Chocolate Delight for another month,” said David.

  “I thought you meant for another time, and it’s not what I want this weekend,” she retorted.

  Amber stood quite still, her face expressionless.

  “No, I meant ‘another month’ in the same way as a doctor might say that he’d see you in ‘another month,’ ” replied David calmly. “In any case, as I told you, there will be a second guest retaking the same trial, so it can’t be altered.”

  The clinging bodice of the beautiful dress suddenly felt too tight, as though it was imprisoning her, and Grace felt panic rising in her. She’d forgotten that she’d be doing the trial at the same time as another woman. “I…”

  “Do you have a problem with this?” David’s voice was gentle, almost caressing, but his mouth was set in a tight line and when she looked into his eyes she could see that he was actually annoyed.

  “You don’t have to choose it,” said Amber. “The Dining Club exists purely for pleasure. It would be silly to spoil your evening by doing something you didn’t want to do.”

  At that moment Grace knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that Amber was her enemy. She wanted her to fail, to walk away from one of the trials, and there could only be one reason for that, and that reason was David.

  “It’s fine; I was confused, that’s all,” she responded. Her reward came both from the tender smile from David and the brief flare of annoyance that crossed Amber’s beautiful face.

  To her disappointment, Andrew didn’t join them for the meal, and she realized she’d been looking forward to talking to him again, but she quite liked the newcomer, who introduced himself as Will and said he’d been assistant manager at the Dining Club for six months.

  By the time the main course of fish in a light lemon sauce had been eaten and digested, Grace’s nerves were on edge. As everyone began to leave the dining room she looked across to table three. To her dismay the petite red-haired young woman who was sitting there was crying softly. Her male companion had his arm round her, and was obviously trying to both comfort and encourage her, but it was quite clear that the woman didn’t want to retake the trial that she’d started the month before.

  “Why’s she crying like that?” asked Grace. “If she doesn’t want to do it, he should take her home.”

  “I’m sure he would, but she’s crying because she’s torn between wanting to do it for his sake and not doing it because it’s not really what she enjoys.”

  “Why? What happens?” asked Grace, becoming more anxious by the minute.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine, my love,” he promised her. “Remember many people don’t complete the experience. She might be one of those. It’s also a great shame that she’s having to do some of this section twice, but she’ll be given some leeway because of that. It’s never happened before,” he added, clearly annoyed that it had happened at all.

  Just before they left the dining room he went across and spoke to the red-haired girl’s partner. “It’s all right, she wants to do it because they’re hoping to get married,” he said steering Grace out through a different door from the previous month and down some stairs to what she assumed must be a basement room.

  “I don’t understand why she wants to marry someone if what he enjoys makes her cry that much,” retorted Grace.

  “She might change her mind about him. It does happen.” Opening a heavy wooden door he stood back to let her enter. All Grace could think was that she didn’t want the same thing to happen to her.

  For a moment she paused at the basement entrance. There was something about a basement room that was more frightening than an ordinary room. It was more cut off from the rest of the Club, and bound to be dark.

  “Table three’s guest will be here in a few minutes,” said David, as she finally found the courage to enter and he closed the heavy, soundproofed door behind them.

  As she’d feared the room was darker than any of the others Grace had been in, and in the middle of the floor there were two very high beds that looked more like doctor’s examination couches than proper beds. In the shadows of the room she could see little tables and chests of drawers, and above the beds there was a large light that wasn’t yet switched on.

  Laura was there, looking more subdued than usual, also Will and Amber. Stepping forward, Laura walked round the back of Grace and went to unzip her dress. Grace took a step away from the girl. Everything about the room, and the air of excited anticipation and heightened sexuality in it, scared her.

  She looked across at David, hoping to see some reassurance and encouragement in his face, but it was totally impassive. Mutely she allowed the blonde girl to continue.

  “It’s time to take this gorgeous dress off,” explained Laura. “It’s really lovely. You looked beautiful in it.”

  As the dress fell into a pool around her feet, leaving her naked and totally exposed to everyone in the room, Grace instinctively covered her breasts and pubic mound with her hands.

  “There’s no need to be shy, Grace,” said David. “You still look beautiful, don’t you think, Will?”

  “Stunning,” agreed Will.

  “I’ll help you into your new outfit,” continued Laura, bringing a short leather dress over to the waiting Grace. “It should fit you perfectly; it was made to measure.”

  Bewildered, Grace tried to step into the dress but Laura explained that it would only go on over her head, so she raised her arms and tried not to think about what she must look like to the watching people as her breasts lifted and the dress was pulled down her body inch by inch.

  “It’s very tight,” she protested.

  “It’s meant to be tight,” said Laura, tugging on the hem. “You have to wriggle a bit to help me.”

  “Let me,” said David, and his strong hands quickly adjusted the skintight leather garment, making it very apparent that it wasn’t a dress at all. Grace’s breasts were thrust through openings in the front, part of her stomach was exposed through another opening and her buttocks were totally revealed at the back. It was so short that it ended just above her pubic mound, leaving her trapped and exposed.

  “Now I’m going to lift you onto the bed,” said David, his eyes bright with excitement. As he settled her in place, her buttocks slotting into a hole in the bed, she heard the door opening and the sound of new voices.

  “It’s table three,”
said David quietly. “You don’t need to worry about them. They’re not involved with your trial, although you and your fellow guest may find it interesting to hear each other’s reactions. Interesting and stimulating,” he added, pinching Grace’s nipples lightly before dropping a kiss on her forehead. “Remember, this is all part of my world,” he whispered before walking away.

  Grace began to quake with fear. The low lighting, the way she was dressed and the air of suppressed excitement in the room scared her. Yet, despite her fear, the tightness of the leather outfit and the way it was pressing into her lower belly were combining to excite her body.

  “Time to explain the trial, ladies,” said Amber after a short pause for the other woman to take her place on the second bed. “As you know, it’s called Controlled Chocolate Delight. Fortunately for you both, you don’t have to control your own pleasure. We do that for you. During the next hour you’ll be pleasured in many different ways. You may not enjoy them all, but that might come as a relief because every time you climax you’ll be punished for as long as your orgasm lasts. The pain is intended to encourage you to control yourselves but, as many people discover, it often has quite the opposite effect.

  “In fact, pleasure through pain is what your partners hope you’ll discover during the course of the evening. As always, should you wish to quit the trial at any point you only need to say the word and you’ll be released from this room. Naturally you would then have to leave the Dining Club immediately. No one can attempt the trial twice, meaning this is your only opportunity to learn if you can take pleasure from something that your respective partners enjoy. If neither of you have any questions, then we’ll start the clock for the hour.”

  Stunned by Amber’s words, Grace knew that she had to speak out. “I want to talk to David first,” she said firmly.

  Within seconds he was by her side. “Is there something you don’t understand, Grace?”