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She wanted to call out and ask if anyone was there, but didn’t dare. She had the feeling that if she did then she would have failed the trial. All the same, as the silence continued, the sense of loneliness and terror was so great that tears rolled down her face again. She didn’t think she’d ever been so terrified before.

Suspended, bound, wet and still semi-aroused she was desperate for someone to touch her, or speak her name. She wondered how long they’d stay away, and as her body began to cool down from the warm water all her muscles started to shake. She longed for any kind of human contact, the touch of a hand on her abused flesh, the sound of a voice in the empty room, but there was nothing. She was alone, and all she could do was trust in the man she loved.

For what seemed an eternity she remained there in the dark silence, and she couldn’t suppress a tiny whimper of fear as the sense of abandonment increased. Bereft of human contact she waited, unable to judge how long she’d been alone and battling to stop herself from shouting for help, because she knew that then the trial would end and she would have failed. As the pain from her tortured muscles threatened to become overwhelming she forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply, relaxing her body as much as possible.

Even so, the terror of her situation was overwhelming, and now she understood why no one had ever succeeded in passing this final trial. As she strained her ears, hoping against hope to hear the door open again, the silence was suddenly broken.

“Your time of solitude is up,” said David, his voice seeming to come from a corner of the room. She heard him moving across the floor and, feeling his cool fingers running down the length of her spine, her body jerked and she realized that he must have been in the room, watching and listening to her, the whole time.

Then she heard the door opening and the sound of more voices as everyone returned.

“As you all doubtless saw on the camera, she never called for help,” said David. “Now get her down, and quickly.”

Grace nearly fell to the floor as the two spreader boards were removed and she was finally released from the torture of the beam.

“I’ve got you,” said Andrew, his arms gripping her tightly. “This can come off now too,” said David, removing the hood.

Grace blinked, her eyes trying to adjust to the dim lighting in the room after the total blackness of the hood. The twins were busy working on her aching, chilled body with warm, fluffy towels, their hands lingering between her thighs and round the cleft at the base of her spine.

After all she’d endured she was amazed to find that her whole body soon reacted to their touch, as though the fear she’d endured had heightened her responses, and increased the sexual tension within her.

“And now for the Club Sandwich,” said Amber. “Bring her over to the bed.”

Now Grace saw that a drop-down bed, previously concealed in one of the walls, was ready for use.

“Make yourself comfortable in the middle, Grace, and lie on your side,” said her lover.

Without a word she walked proudly toward the bed, knowing that after all that had happened to her, this was the moment when she could finally prove to both David and herself that they were right for each other. She no longer cared about the other people, the watchers in the shadows; all she cared about was their future.

Naked and still aroused by the brushes she lay on her right side and waited. Andrew was the first to approach the bed, and he lay naked behind her, wrapping his arms round her waist. “You may not enjoy this quite as much,” he whispered quietly in her ear.

She tensed, then saw David approaching the bed. He was already naked too, and visibly aroused. Joining the two of them on the bed he lay in front of her, his hands on her shoulders as he looked deep into her eyes. “I hope you find our club sandwich to your liking,” he said. “Remember though, you can only come when I give you permission.”

Grace nodded, acutely aware of Andrew’s erection nudging against her buttocks while his hands fondled her hips and thighs.

Now David began to caress her breasts, first with his hands and then with his tongue. His erection pressed against the base of her stomach, and she could feel tiny beads of moisture from the tip against her hot flesh.

The two men worked smoothly together, their hands and mouths arousing and stimulating her until she was trembling with excitement, her hips twitching as her need to climax increased.

Then, lost in the sensations David was arousing in her, she was suddenly aware of Andrew inserting something between the cheeks of her bottom, and then her rectum was flooded with a lubricating gel, clearly intended to ease the way for him to enter her there.

Only then did the full realization of what was happening hit home. She was going to be filled by two men, one her lover and the other a man who had wanted her to be his. Both of them were sensuous sexual libertines and together they would bring her to her final peak of ecstasy at the Dining Club.

As Andrew began to push his way into her she tensed. He felt too big, and was moving too quickly. A shaft of pain shot through her, and suddenly she was afraid, but David’s hands were gentle on her waist and he held her steady, while his tongue teased each of her nipples in turn until they were fully erect.

At the exact moment that Andrew entered her fully from behind, David closed his teeth over her left nipple and bit on it. She gave an instinctive cry of pain, but almost immediately the pain turned to a dark pleasure, as it had in his flat the first time he’d done it to her.

His timing meant that she began to writhe with pleasure, forcing Andrew to hold her still, and now she realized that he was fully inside her and the full feeling was becoming pleasurable.

“My turn I think,” said David, his voice thick with desire, and finally he thrust urgently into her, rotating his hips so that her G-spot was stimulated and her internal muscles tightened around him and around both men.

Hearing them breathing heavily as they controlled themselves in order to test her to the limit, she felt her own pleasure rising and rising. With a huge effort she subdued it and instead tightened all her internal muscles around them again. She heard Andrew give a low moan, and then he was spilling himself inside her, his body shuddering violently.

With her own orgasm perilously close now, Grace looked into David’s eyes and saw a mixture of pride and love in them that she’d never seen before. “You can come now, Gracie,” he whispered, and they climaxed together, their bodies shuddering in mutual ecstasy.

Exhausted, Grace remained on the bed as the others left. Amber slammed the door shut behind her, leaving the two of them alone together.

“Congratulations, my darling, you’ve succeeded!” said David, pulling her against his chest. “I knew you could do it. You were magnificent.”

She cuddled against him, loving the warmth and strength of his body. “I did it for us, but I enjoyed it,” she admitted. “I’ve never felt so alive before. In a way, I feel sad too, because now it’s over. I’m going to miss the Dining Club.”

“It may not be over, it’s up to you,” he said softly. “After your display tonight, you’ve definitely earned the right to be told the whole truth about the Club, and the secret of table five. Let’s go to our rooms, and after you’ve rested I’ll explain what I mean.”

Marina Anderson is the pseudonym of a British author. Her novels have sold over half a million copies worldwide and she is a
Sunday Times
bestseller.

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