House of Pleasure, Deborah Court [great books of all time TXT] 📗

things at all, that the house or one of the servants must have placed them in her drawer, but it was too late.

The silken scarf they had found covered her mouth and was knotted behind the back of her head by gentle but firm male hands. All she could utter now were muffled sounds and moans. Besides, her arms and legs were tied to the bed, and she was blindfolded.

And she loved every second of it. Sighing, she yielded, giving in to absolute pleasure.

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Chapter Seven

"What about a glass of champagne? Even if you are not my real brother, the house created you to look just like me so I guess we should treat each other like brothers would." Jane heard a deep voice say, then the plopping sound of a bottle being opened, and the pouring of liquid into glasses.

"Are you sure about that?" the other voice said. It was Ryan, judging from the context. "I mean, that the house created me and not you. Maybe I am the original, a human being, and you are the twin created by magic. What if all the memories of your life are just an illusion the house planted into your head to make you feel 'real'? What if your sole purpose of existence was to make Jane happy while you are here? I mean, she told me that you are a famous actor, and that you were a member of an even more famous band in your youth. Now how probable is THAT? No, I think you are a creature born from Jane's secret fantasies, brought to life by the house. But maybe that's what we both are."

There was a short silence, then dark laughter. "Very interesting question," Luke said. "I think we'll have to wait and see which of us is still here after this 'dream', fantasy, whatever, has come to an end. If it ever will end, that is. But while we're right in the middle of it, why not enjoy every moment and show Jane how strong and deep our love is? I think we both want her to be happy. Really, I must say this champagne is delicious - and ice cold, just as I like it."

"You'll get some later, Jane", the other voice added, laughing. "In this position and with your mouth covered, you could hardly drink it anyway. For now, you have other pleasures to enjoy."

There was the sound of ice cubes being shaken in the bottle cooler, then suddenly she felt the hot breath of an aroused male touching her ear. She screamed with surprise when the cold ice cube grazed her forehead, moved down over her nose to her lips, wetting the silk over her lips, then over her chin and down her neck. She shivered when the ice rested in the hollow of her throat for a moment and heard the laughter of a man who was clearly enjoying himself. The warmth of the pulse under her skin made the ice melt. Thin streams of icy water ran down from her neck, dribbling over her breasts and nipples which tightened from the cold.

Then, the ice was taken down to her soft mounds, touching her right breast. Skillful male fingers moved it in large circles that became smaller and smaller until the cube reached the already-erect peak, rubbing over it until she moaned, half pleasured, half tortured by the intense sensation.

Her lover moved over to her other breast, continuing with his sensual game while she felt someone touching the inside of her thigh simultaneously, using another ice cube to tease her there. And it moved higher quickly, making her muscles tremble until it reached the quivering flesh at the core of her womanhood.

She cried out again, the noise half suffocated under the thin silk over her mouth. Jane wondered if Sean was waiting on the other side of her bedroom door, ready to enter if he was needed by his Mistress. If so, he must surely have heard her screams and had decided not to intervene. She felt so vulnerable that she suddenly wished he was there, holding her, whispering endearments into her ear while she allowed herself to be the helpless victim of two reckless males who desired her so much. Each of them was incomparable in his carnal cravings, and very virile, but she couldn't imagine what they were capable of together.

Her body was a mass of indescribable feeling when the piece of ice was rubbed over her nether lips, coming dangerously near to her sensitive nub of flesh. The ice slid over it and made her scream again, but so quickly that there was no pain, only sensation. She felt the blood stream back into her sex, and she moaned with lust. Just when she thought that the ice would touch her center of pleasure again, she felt long hard fingers parting the lips of her womanhood, opening her. Then, to her surprise the twin pressed the ice slowly into her hot love channel, deeper, deeper.

The feelings were overwhelming. She took a sharp intake of breath but had no time to react because something hot and hard followed the way the ice cube had gone, a very large male cock that entered her with a single thrust, pushing the ice deep into her. A male voice moaned with pleasure, feeling the ice at the tip of his manhood, shoving it along with him. All the while, more pieced of ice were moved over her whole body by the other twin, touching every sensitive part of her skin, heightening her lust. Now and then she felt another hard cock, shaped and sized just like the one which was pumping into her with heavy thrusts, pressing against her, pulsating with desire.

The hotness of the cock made the ice melt very quickly so icy water ran out of her every time he pulled out. Suddenly she felt the other twin moving over her body from the upper side of the