The hand stopped moving, and Jeremy spoke. ‘Horny, are we? Do you want to come?’

She attempted to nod, then realised that was impossible with her forehead pressed against the top of the dresser.

Jeremy hadn’t given her permission to move either, so she simply murmured, ‘Yes, please.’

‘Polite, isn’t she?’ Jeremy said, obviously aiming his words at Ethan. ‘What a fast learner she is. Knows she needs to wait for permission.’

‘She sure is,’ the other man said. ‘And responsive too. I mean, look at how wet she is. She’d never say so, but I bet inside she’s absolutely screaming for you to let her come. Or to fuck her. I’m sure she’d be agreeable to either option.’

Jeremy laughed. ‘You’re right. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was a bit of a slut.’

Alice stopped herself letting out an indignant retort. She knew that’s what he wanted – an excuse to tease her more, to punish her. He knew damn well she was no slut. Or did he? She had, after all, had sex with Ethan on a kitchen counter after knowing him for all of a couple of days. And they hadn’t even been on a date. It hardly counted though, did it? Based on the things on that damn list, even if she hadn’t had an impromptu fuck with the head of security, she’d have ended up having sex with him very soon, anyway. So what did it matter?

It didn’t, she decided. Jeremy was just trying to get a rise out of her. And he was going to be severely disappointed. She was no sexual deviant, like the two of them, but she was tougher than she looked, and she’d put up with anything and everything they threw at her. Rather than lying back and thinking of England, she’d lie back – or kneel, or stand, or crouch doggy-style – and think of her career. All she needed to do was weather this smut storm and she’d be made for life.

‘Yes,’ she said quickly, desperate to avoid another slap. ‘Ethan got me very excited.’

‘How?’

‘W-what?’ He couldn’t seriously expect her to describe exactly what had happened in the kitchen, could he? Especially since he’d no doubt already heard it all from Ethan.

‘You heard. I want to know how Ethan got you excited.’

She racked her brains, trying to recall the exact order of events so she could relate it back without a mistake. She had no doubt that she’d earn another slap on her bum if she got it wrong.

Once she figured it out, she recounted the story. When she’d finished, there was silence for a few seconds, then Jeremy spoke. ‘Well, it seems there’s nothing wrong with your memory. Shall we see if mentally reliving the experience has had an identical physical response to when it actually happened?’

Suddenly there were fingers probing at her pussy. They parted her labia – which, she realised to her horror, were swelling again – and dipped into the warm, wet crevice within. And she was wet. Not quite as much as she’d been before Ethan had screwed her on the worktop, but certainly more so than the normal amount of natural lubricant a woman produces during day-to-day activity. She couldn’t be sure if it was down to the fact they were both staring at her naked crack, because he’d spanked her, or because she was anticipating what was going to happen next. Or all of the above. Her inexperience made her somewhat clueless, so she had no choice but to go with the flow.

The fingers – she couldn’t be sure to which man they belonged – started to stroke up and down her vulva, stopping short of her clit each time until she wanted to grab the hand and guide it to where it was needed, humping it until she climaxed, if necessary.

She didn’t, of course. She knew that would get her nowhere, and would probably result in her having to wait even longer to be touched there, if at all. Instead, she gritted her teeth and waited impatiently.

Her clit and pussy lips engorged further as the teasing continued. As a fingertip brushed against the sensitive bud at the apex of her vulva, she let out an involuntary whimper.

Alice was both embarrassed and relieved at the same time. Going without knickers would not be pleasant, but at least no one except the three of them would know. If she went without a bra, it would be obvious to everyone. Jeremy was right; her breasts would not behave without one.

‘So, shall we get started?’

It was a question Jeremy clearly wanted answered, but Alice said nothing. She didn’t know what he meant. Get what started? The challenges? Something else?

She heard him sigh. ‘I suppose I’ll have to do it myself, won’t I?’

Hands dragged at the waistband of her thong – for the second time that day – and pulled them down until they hit the floor.

‘Step out of them.’

She did as she was told, knowing it was pointless delaying the inevitable. Whatever Jeremy and Ethan had planned was going to happen, and soon. The anticipation made her shiver with delight.

Jeremy bent down and scooped up the flimsy piece of material. Straining her eyes until it hurt, she could see him hold the knickers up and inspect them. A smile crept onto his face.

‘Well, these have seen an exciting day. They’re much damper than you’d expect from a normal day, anyway. Ethan get you all turned on before he fucked you, did he?’

He’s not the only one who got me hot, she thought. It’s just he’s the only one who did anything about it.

She heard the loud noise before the rest of her senses caught up. Then red-hot pain bloomed across her arse – he’d spanked her!

‘Well,’ Jeremy said, haughtily. ‘Did he?’

She’d almost forgotten the question, but managed to bite back the scream that she wanted to let rip and gave him what he wanted.

‘Stand up, please,’ Jeremy said. The command – for it was definitely a command, not a request, despite his impeccable manners – was aimed at her, but Ethan stood too.

Jeremy moved over to a dresser at the edge of the room and beckoned them over. He didn’t look happy. Alice’s heart sunk. Had he found out about what she and Ethan had done earlier and decided he wasn’t pleased about it? She didn’t see how he could have done, unless Ethan had told him, and she couldn’t see that happening if Ethan thought his friend would be pissed off about it. He also hadn’t asked her to keep quiet, so it clearly wasn’t a secret.

‘Bend over the dresser, please, Alice.’

Looking at him with wide eyes, she was just about to ask why when he raised an eyebrow. Fearful of upsetting him and causing him to call time on their mutually beneficial agreement, she did as he asked.

‘Alice,’ he said softly. She could hear him moving behind her. ‘Press your forehead to the dresser, and keep it there.’

More confused than ever, she complied, feeling ridiculous. She couldn’t stop her brain from working overtime. Surely this wasn’t the first challenge? They weren’t in the right room – if the challenges were listed in order, that was – and she hadn’t seen any of the relevant props. But she supposed there were more than enough hiding places for them in this room. One of the reasons she’d always adored old houses like this was the number of cool hidey-holes scattered throughout.

Hands grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up over her waist, exposing her. She was bent far enough over that there was no risk of it slipping back down of its own accord.

‘I’m glad you wore a skirt today, Alice,’ Jeremy said. ‘And I’m sure Ethan is too.’

The two men sniggered behind her back, and she felt her cheeks – the ones on her face – grow hot. Not only were they both staring at her bare backside, they were making subtle references to what she and Ethan had done earlier. So he did know! And, apparently, didn’t mind.

‘I hope you have lots of skirts and dresses,’ Jeremy continued. ‘Because you will be expected to wear them all of the time, unless you’re told otherwise by one of us. And what’s more, you won’t need much underwear, as when you’re wearing skirts or dresses, you will be without knickers or thongs of any kind.’

He laughed, then reached beneath her to tweak a nipple through her clothes. ‘Of course, you won’t be expected to go without a bra. Those big tits of yours can’t be expected to behave without one to keep them in line.’