good incentive.
'What bad things?' Dee bit the skin that covered the girl's hard thigh muscle, tugging on it gently.
Skye panted harder. 'She tells me a story. A horrible story.'
Dee was intrigued. 'Does she touch you?'
'She ties me up in the middle of the pavilion. Arms and legs… spread. She tells me if I make a noise she'll stop. Then she hits me.'
Dee paused, captivated by the thought of the tiny Belle imposing her violent will on an amazon like Skye. It sounded too incredible to be true. 'What does she hit you with?'
'That riding crop… The one she carries. Please.' Skye pushed her hips up and Dee moved back to the moist pink flesh that quivered so delicately under her tongue.
'Talk,' she commanded.
'She beats my ass till it burns.' Skye whimpered at the memory and Dee immediately slid her hands around to cup those firm cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to hurt. Again the hips rose. 'Then she slaps my breasts… makes them sting unbearably. And all the time she tells me this horrible, horrible story.'
'Do you become aroused?' Dee slid her thumb into Skye's puckered back entrance.
'Ohhh.' Skye fell silent and Dee stopped.
'Yes, I want it,' she hurried on. 'But I want her to touch me with those tiny hands and she won't. She just keeps hitting me and I ache so much to be touched between the legs that I think I'll go mad.' Skye's hips were undulating now and Dee knew she must be close. 'I want to beg her but I know if I speak she'll stop. I don't want her to stop. I don't ever want her to stop. I have to bite my lip. It bleeds.'
'Do you come?' Dee asked, teasing around the pouted pith of this most delicious of fruits, moving her thumb slowly against Skye's undulations. In. Out. 'Does she let you?'
'Let me. Let me,' Skye begged, panting, and Dee felt a sudden sympathico with Belle. How exhilarating to torture someone with the weapon of pleasure.
She reached up and pinched one of Skye's nipples. The girl moaned loudly and Dee felt a kick of excitement in her stomach. She squeezed harder and Skye writhed against her, still panting, 'Let me. Let me.'
Dee teased with her mouth and penetrated with her thumb but her concentration was on Skye's nipples. Pain, pleasure. Skye moaned louder. Dee had it now.
'Let me. Let me. Belle. Belle,' Skye panted, her eyes closed.
Dee reached across to squeeze the other nipple, twisting it cruelly, and Skye cried out. Her hips shuddered as the orgasm took her, but Dee, not content with what she'd accomplished, sought to prolong the spasm. Her mouth latched onto the oversensitive nub of flesh and no matter how much Skye writhed, she wouldn't relinquish it.
'Make it stop. Make it stop,' Skye cried, but Dee held on, her mind exploding with the knowledge of her power as Skye's body exploded beneath hers again and again until finally the girl was whimpering in distress. Still Dee rode her bucking body, eking out the last vestiges of sensation, continuing past the point where she knew Skye would be numb and sore.
Finally Skye stopped pleading and Dee found some reason. Pushing herself away from the trembling legs, she stood and looked down at the panting, sinking body. A vague, disassociated horror at what she'd just done filled her mind but she blocked it out.
The balance in their relationship had changed. She was exploring that change. It was in her nature.
'I'm going to get ready for Belle,' she said.
Skye's eyelids fluttered open. She'd slumped into the water, her breasts bobbing just below the surface. 'Belle?' she echoed vacantly.
'I want to talk to her about Sasha,' Dee said. 'And meet Zoe. See if we get on.'
Skye stared up at her. 'You don't want me any more.'
'I want variety,' Dee said. 'I'm not monogamous.'
'What about us?' Skye bit her luscious bottom lip to stop it trembling.
Dee knew she should be sorry, but if anything she was frustrated. “You won’t explore,” she said and shook her head. “You refuse to even consider letting a man touch you.”
Skye jerked backwards in the water, her expression horrified, and Dee felt sad then for all the things she’d never do with her.
“I wanted to share you with them,” she said. “I wanted to see Xavion fucking you. I wanted to lick you while you were eating Christophe.”
The beautiful blonde shuddered, her breasts jiggling enticingly in the water. “I can’t do that,” she whispered and wrapped her arms across her chest.
“Won’t do it,” Dee clarified.
“I don’t want men,” Skye wailed. “They’re ugly. I only want — ”
“I didn’t want women before I met you,” Dee snapped. “Why can’t you try — ”
“No!” Skye hugged herself, gritting her teeth. “I can’t. Don’t ask me.”
“Fine!” Dee closed her eyes, and in the seconds that followed she realised it was a pointless discussion. Skye would never change. “I’m done here,” she said, and when Skye opened her mouth to argue she added, 'It's up to Peter anyway.' Then she turned and started wading off towards their pavilion. Part of her felt sorry for Skye, but another part was angry. Why couldn't people just enjoy sex? Why did they have to make it difficult?
'I'm not worth getting upset about,' she said over her shoulder. 'Belle will find you another playmate. I'll talk to her.'
'But I want you,' Skye whispered, too softly for Dee to hear. Then the world blurred and she couldn't see her love walking away. She closed her eyes. 'I don't want anyone else.' A sob welled in her throat but she choked it back and sank beneath the water like the mermaid that she was so her tears could be lost in its transparent embrace.
Chapter Twenty
'Darling, don't worry. Everything's fine here.' Belle lounged back in Pietre's chair, the phone in one hand, a glass of chardonnay in the other. 'Yes, I've introduced Wendee to the other two mermaids and they're getting along well. I'll send you a tape.'
'Mmm,' she nodded, then sipped her wine. 'I've told Xavion about the threat. He has everyone on alert… Yes, yes, your computer boy is looking for them but there's some problem with the radar… No Armande wouldn't be game to…' Belle took another sip, allowing herself a brief smile that she knew must be kept out of her voice. 'Have I ever let you down? Darling, you have to stop worrying. Concentrate on your problems there and leave Armande to us. I'm sure we can hold out for another two days… Yes, of course I'll be careful. Au revoir.'
Belle severed the connection, then immediately activated another call. She took a sip of her wine, savouring the sharp, clean taste, thinking about the night to come.
A different voice came through the earpiece.
Xavion.
He sounded fuzzy. Indistinct. Had she woken him from one of his brief sleeps? Even better.
'This is Belle,' she announced, pausing a moment for effect. He said nothing. 'I've just spoken to Pietre. He's worried about the threat from his brother. Is there news on the radar?'
None. Christophe says we're completely blind.
Perfect. 'We need to discuss this. Come to the control room.'
The silence that followed her request was heavy, but Belle merely sipped her wine and waited. Would he ask what she was doing in Pietre's private domain while the 'Boss' was away?
The mice were about to play and there was nothing Xavion could do to stop it. Still, Belle was curious to see whether he'd try.
Ten minutes? he asked, and Belle had her answer.
Ten minutes. Time to shower and prepare himself? She smiled cynically. 'Make it twenty.' Let him sweat for ten. She cut the connection.
She'd been saving Xavion. Waiting for the right moment.
