The Contract Read Free

the lips of her quim, seeking entry.
    "What's the matter?" he asked as she stiffened.
    She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat, Johnson's fingers worked lower.
    "Speak up!" he snapped.
    "I'm a virgin," she said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
    Peter had wanted to wait until they were married, and his kisses – so tentative and loving – had driven her wild with desire. So much older than she was, Peter had been delighted, almost shocked, that she had never made love. Once he knew, he had vowed to keep her chaste until they were married. She had often thought that her innocence had been part of her appeal – after all, what else did she have to offer the worldly-wise successful businessman that was Peter Howard?
    She looked up to see if there was compassion on the faces of the three men. But what she saw was delight and amusement.
    "How old are you?"
    "Nineteen," she said flatly.
    Johnson was delighted.
    "All right. We'll have Leonora look at her. Arrange it, Banyon."
    His fingers moved across her flesh with proprietorial ease. He didn't speak but bent her this way and that, making her quiver with embarrassment as his finger brushed the tight puckered bud of her anus. When he spoke again he was addressing the other man, apparently his junior colleague.
    "Not bad," he said. "An added bonus if she's telling the truth." He stroked the dark curls of her pubic hair. "I want this off."
    His companion nodded. "Leonora will take care of that." He glanced at Roderick Banyon. "Make sure you make a note so that it's done on arrival."
    Banyon scribbled something on his pad, his eyes lingering on Emily as if recalling the sensation of her lips fastened hard around his cock. She shivered and bit her lip. What was unnerving her was that at some deep level – unrecognised until now – she found their attentions exciting. Her sex ached to be touched; she could feel the wetness gathering deep inside.
    Johnson cupped her breasts thoughtfully, thumbs brushing over the pale peaks. They hardened under his rough caress. He smiled lazily and drew a line with the riding crop down over her torso. Where the head touched her, her skin tingled. She shivered and was rewarded by a thin smile. He looked beyond her to Banyon.
    "You're getting sloppy, Roderick. Why didn't you put the cuffs on? Or were you just keen to get her sucking your cock?"
    Banyon pushed himself to his feet and took two leather cuffs from his drawer. He didn't even look at Emily, instead he held out the restraints.
    Emily didn't move.
    "Give me you hands," he snapped crossly. She held her wrists out in front of her, hoping that they wouldn't tremble. He strapped the studded cuffs tightly around each wrist. In each broad leather band was set a small metal loop and a length of fine chain. He glanced across at Johnson. "What do you want me to do with her hands?"
    Emily watched from the corner of her eye. He shrugged. "Behind her back I think, but keep them high."
    Emily didn't resist as Banyon secured her hands, linking the chain through the loops, pulling them tighter until her hands lay in the small of her back. Turning her roughly he looped a leather band around the tops of her arms, jerking them back so that her breasts jutted forward. She flinched as the leather bit into her skin.
    It wasn't until she felt the glitter of pain that she realised Banyon had rendered her totally helpless. The enormity of what she had agreed to suddenly hit her. Panic rushed up through her body, lifting beads of sweat on her top lip. Frantically she looked from face to face, trying to detect some hint that this was a game – a strange erotic joke. None of the three men moved; instead she could see the glint of pleasure in their eyes.
    "Please," she whimpered.
    Johnson pulled a face. "Did I hear a noise, Banyon?"
    The accountant reddened. "Sorry, Mr Johnson." He stepped closer to Emily, pulled a paisley scarf from his pocket and tied it tightly over her mouth. Emily pulled away from