I can’t believe I’m eighteen episodes into The Garden of Earthly Delights. This serial is now 35,000 words long (!) and we’re over the halfway mark. A massive thank you to everyone who has been reading along as I write, but especially to Josee, Connie and Snowdrop who’ve been acting as a mini cheerleading squad, commenting on the chapters as and when I post them. Hope you guys like this instalment; it marks a certain … milestone, shall we say, for Nick and Grace. I’m not sure about the tense switch I tried though; I’ll let you guys tell me whether you think it works!

Enjoy.

Jane
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THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS – PART EIGHTEEN

‘I must say that you do look quite fetching in that position. So very helpless. So very … fuckable.’

After forty-five minutes of being tortured by her own arousal, Grace felt like screaming in desperation. The mere thought of anything relieving the relentless throbbing between her legs was enough to make her squirm with hope and hopelessness.

Nick had systematically reduced her to a quivering, shaking mess with nothing more than his sly fingers, his voice, and the toy in his hand – or as she was coming to think of it, ‘that fucking evil piece of glass’.

He’d used it like a mercenary might a weapon – with absolute authority and without any pity or lenience whatsoever. Her entire body felt as if it had been twisted through the eye of a needle, the bones pulled out like wisps by the string of orgasms she’d been forced to have. The need to stop – the need to keep going – and find relief from the monstrous conflagration Nick had set burning within her pussy had become as important as the blood pumping around her body, the air permeating her lungs.

Next to her head Caelan’s watch ticked away the minutes, the second hand seeming to slow with each stroke of the toy inside her, each touch of Nick’s fingers against her ballooning clitoris.

The start of all this madness now seemed eons ago.

Following her giggling fit, Nick had wasted no time in marching her down the hall into his study, past Caelan, and directly over to his expansive desk.

Grace had immediately noticed it was devoid of any detritus or clutter; not a laptop, pen or piece of paper in sight. In fact the only thing on it had been a soft, plush cushion sitting dead centre.

She’d stood and stared, somehow understanding that its odd presence was ominous.

‘Bend over the desk, stomach on the pillow.’

As she’d leaned forwards and turned her head to the side to rest her cheek on the wooden surface, a hand – Caelan’s she’d realised – had curled gently but firmly around her neck, effectively pinning her face against the cool wood.

‘Comfortable enough?’

She’d tried to nod, but the firm pressure of Caelan’s fingers had restricted her movements and made it impossible.

‘I need to hear it, Grace. The words. Are you comfortable?’

‘I think so. Yes.’

‘If that changes, you let me know. You’ll be holding this position for fifty-five minutes. I believe that’s the penalty time you incurred for dropping the dildo over the course of this week?’

‘Y-yes.’ Her embarrassment dripping like blood with the admission.

‘I’m pleased our sums match.’

And without any further preamble or warning, Nick had slid a thick finger into the well between her legs, grunting softly at the wetness he’d found there. She’d bucked against him, the sexual energy that’d been building all through the week as a result of the messages he’d sent her, the things he made her do, catching fire like so many dry leaves.

‘Oh, Grace. You’re very wet. I do believe this is going to be a difficult hour for you.’

The digit had withdrawn slowly, paused to skate across her swollen clit for the briefest of seconds, and she’d whimpered in frustration when it left her body completely.

‘Would you mind taking off your watch and putting it next to her head, Cal? I’d like her to know just how long this is going to go on for.’

‘My pleasure.’

The hand at the back of her neck had lifted, then returned, a thumb stroking briefly in comfort, and a large metal watch appeared on the desk next to her, propped on its wristband so she could see its face.

‘Fifty-five minutes, Grace. Starting now.’

…….

Nick knew Grace was nearing her limit. The tears leaking down her cheeks as she alternately thrust back towards the dildo in her pussy and shied away from it clearly indicating her body was in a no-man’s land, totally out of her control.

Utterly in his.

She was soaked, her excitement smearing her inner thighs and coating the glass phallus he’d used on her for close to an hour. He’d been angling it to hit her G-Spot, bringing her to the point of orgasm, and then backing off to draw out the intensity of the sensations roiling through her. Holding her on the excruciating edge between frustration and satisfaction for almost too long before cutting the line and letting her plunge headfirst into the consuming mouth of climax. Then ruthlessly hauling her back as she started to sink, forcing her to endure the build-up and fall all over again.

Shit.

All he wanted to do was fuck the hell out of her. To shove his cock deep into her cunt and come until his head felt like it might explode. This whole scenario had been almost as brutal on him as it had been on Grace.

A double-edged ‘funishment’.

He glanced at the watch by her head as he stroked the bulbous tip of the dildo between her swollen labia and then plugged it just inside the entrance of her vagina. Glanced over at Caelan, who had long since stopped holding Grace’s limp body down and was now moving his hands over her spine and arms to soothe the tension thrumming through her body.

Nick didn’t want to have sex with Grace for this first time in front of someone else.

He wanted that to be private. Something just between them.

Looking down at the woman on the desk, bent so beautifully and so openly before him, he was struck by everything it had taken to get her here, to this point.

Sharing that moment when he would finally know her body inside and out just wasn’t an option.

And it was the Topping he needed Caelan’s help with – not the fucking.

When he glanced up again, trying to think of a way to ask the other man to leave without being rude, he found Cal studying him. Without slowing the movements of his fingers over Grace’s skin, the other man inclined his head towards the study door.

‘You want me to go?’ he mouthed.

Nick exhaled and nodded gratefully, thankful for Caelan’s ever-sharp sense of perception.

The truth was, he’d not planned on having sex with Grace tonight, preferring to play it by ear given the thorny mess they’d managed to create of things at the beginning. But in the last week it seemed as if a switch had flipped in her and suddenly he had a woman who was no longer fighting herself. Hesitant and unsure at times, yes. But moving forwards nonetheless.

Nick watched as Caelan gently trailed his fingertips off Grace’s spine, giving the skin at her shoulder a gentle squeeze before removing his touch completely and walking quietly across the carpet to retrieve his satchel.

If Grace noticed him stepping away from her, she gave no indication, simply moaned quietly as he pushed the dildo forwards an inch or two to distract her from the other man’s departure.

When Caelan reached the door, he looked over and smiled, nodded his head at Grace who was subtly trying to fuck against the glass toy lodged inside her, clearly attempting to quench the sexual thirst invading her body.

‘Have fun,’ he said quietly, and was gone.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Nick eyes went straight to the watch on the desk.

Three minutes.

He’d better make them count.

He leaned forwards, placing his lips next to Grace’s ear.

‘Grace, in exactly three minutes I’m going to fuck you. Hard,’ he whispered softly. ‘I’m going to put my cock in your cunt, a finger in your ass and you’re going to stay just like this and take everything I have to give you.’

Grace’s hips spoke for her, leaving him in no doubt of her acquiescence; she reared unexpectedly backwards off the desk, impaling herself fully on the dildo in his hand, a broken groan gurgling in her throat.

Nick’s reaction was swift and reflexive; he reached around with his free hand and latched onto her left nipple, pinching sharply.

Grace’s cry turned to a high-pitched squeak, but her hips pushed backwards even as the sound burst forth, seeking further relief from the toy wedged between them.

‘Behave, Grace, or I’ll add fifteen more minutes to the clock.’

Even as he said it, Nick, felt himself grinding his teeth, praying with everything in him that she would settle. Holding on for any longer than the fifty-five minutes he’d originally set was going to kill them both, the prospect of ejaculating in his pants the longer this went on a very real possibility.

Grace whimpered but let herself be eased forwards, away from him, until she was once again settled across the desk.

Nick pulled the dildo from her pussy and bought it around to her barely open mouth. She stared at him with wide eyes, her pupils so dilated with sexual arousal they appeared almost black.

‘Taste yourself.’

She didn’t hesitate. Inched her cheek forwards across the desk and allowed the tip of the toy to rest delicately between her lips as if she was giving it a kiss. Then took it fractionally deeper and her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked.

Nick felt his knees begin to shake. He jerked the toy away from her, dropping it on the floor before leaning down to run his tongue across the seam of her lips.

The taste of her exploded in his mouth and his balls tightened painfully, warning him just how close to blowing he really was.

With an effort he made himself straighten.

‘Don’t fucking move.’

With that, he turned away from Grace and strode towards the door, barely stopping himself from breaking into a run.

Control, Nick. Slow down. Get it together.

The hallway was a blur as he walked down it and then ascended the stairs to his bedroom, making a beeline for the nightstand and the packet of condoms inside. Barely pausing, he grabbed he entire box and retraced his steps, trying to focus on anything other than Grace in an effort to stave off the orgasm he could feel lurking at the base of his spine.

Being away from her helped a little, but the sight of her bent over the desk, her pussy wet and open as he came through the door, ratcheted his arousal straight back to critical. To her credit, she was exactly as he left her, completely still, clearly afraid to move in case he followed through on his earlier promise and penalised her further.

Condom packet in hand, Nick yanked down the fly of his jeans and roughly extracted his cock from his underwear. Moving towards Grace, he ripped the condom from its foil wrapper, pausing just behind her to roll it down over his erection.

She was watched his every move as best she could from her prone position, her eyes tracking the moments of his hands as he sheathed himself.

Nick forced himself to hold still, not to move any closer.

‘Is the fifty-five minutes up?’

Grace’s eyes immediately flicked to the watch by her head.

‘Yes.’

Her confirmation was thready. Pleading.

‘Ask me for it, Grace. Nicely.’

‘Please, Nick.’

‘Please what, Grace? I want to hear you say it.’

‘Fuck me. I’d like you to fuck me. Please, Nick.’

‘Beautifully done. And it would be my absolute pleasure.’

With that, he plunged inside her.

……….

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