‘Whilst I longed to be a Victorian princess with a magical looking glass,’ I said. ‘Funny what we wish for. I almost feel as if I’ve achieved that dream.’
‘I think you have,’ he said, beaming at me. ‘Living in a looking-glass world, in a mansion full of antiques. Whereas I call the shots in my own life at last. No rugs being pulled out from under my feet any more. At least, I hope not.’
‘Calling the shots,’ I said dreamily. ‘That’s actually your job. Setting up shots and filming them and putting them together. Giving direction. It’s so you.’
He kissed me. ‘And you take direction so well,’ he said.
‘Speaking of which.’ I propped myself up on a still shaky elbow. ‘What about our body doubles? Did you invite them? Are they coming?’
‘Ah, yes,’ he said. ‘We have today and tomorrow to ourselves and then they arrive the next day. Three guests for New Year. I’m thinking it’ll be quite a party.’
‘Are you?’ I said guardedly.
‘Of course. Five like-minded souls. Though I feel I
ought to balance things up a bit and get a sixth guest too. Don’t want anyone feeling left out.’
‘No.’ Left out of what? ‘Listen, Jasper, I might be getting the wrong end of the stick here but it sounds a bit like you’re planning an orgy. You’re not, are you?’
I laughed, as if to show how silly I must be to let such an absurd notion cross my mind.
‘I’m not planning anything,’ said Jasper. ‘Apart from getting a few bottles in and going with the flow.’
‘And what if the flow leads somewhere … orgiastic?’
He laughed at me in turn, hugging me into him tightly.
‘You know how it really is,’ he said. ‘You subs control all the action, when it comes down to it. I’ll leave it up to you.’
It was a relief, and yet I was strangely uncomforted. If all of the other guests wanted some kind of group play and I didn’t … could I deny them? Would it be selfish of me? Would I have to opt out and mope about upstairs while they were all at it hammer and tongs in the drawing room?
But I didn’t want to ask any more questions. Perhaps it wouldn’t come to that. Besides, I couldn’t see Rosie being up for it either. Thank God for Rosie on the guest list.
I snuggled into him and let myself slip in and out of a doze. After the tension of my family Christmas and the intensity of the first half of our scene, I was ready to relax and drift away into dreamland. Even in sleep, though, I seemed to be conscious of the balls and beads within me and they lent an erotic quality to my nap that meant I woke up horny and raring to go.
Beside me, Jasper muttered, still not fully awake.
I wriggled at his side and he began to splutter, his whole body convulsing into consciousness in one swift, extravagant move.
‘Oh,’ he said, exhaling hard. ‘Oh, God. I was having such a weird dream.’ He turned to me and smiled, his chest heaving. ‘Sorry, have you been lying there, impatient for your master’s touch?’
‘Maybe,’ I said, deliberately jerking my pelvis so as to make the balls jingle.
‘God, yes, you’ve still got all that inside you, haven’t you? We have to get that sorted. Tell you what. Get on all fours and I’ll give you something to remember.’
I twisted myself into the required position, my chin resting on the scrolled edge of the headboard.
‘My little reindeer on her sleigh,’ he said approvingly.
He wrapped his fist around the beads.
‘She’s even got a tail,’ he said, pulling lightly.
Again my sphincter tightened as if it had no intention of relinquishing them without a fight.
‘OK, then,’ he said, taking up position with his hands on my hips and his legs between mine. ‘Now what should I do with you? I think I’m going to take out the balls.’
He cupped a hand beneath my pussy and prodded inside to loosen and release the balls.