Hot Pursuit (13 page)

‘You don't look fine, mistress.'

‘I'm better than fine,' Ginger whispered. ‘I'm determined.'

‘Determined?'

Ginger glared at her in the stark light from the Morris's headlamps and nodded solemnly. ‘Determined,' she repeated. ‘More determined than ever.'

‘Determined to do what?'

‘Determined to get my hands on that little bitch, Lucy,' Ginger snarled. ‘And when I do . . .' She didn't know how to complete the sentence, not sure where she would begin to execute such barbaric cruelty. She thought it might be sufficient to conclude the sentiment with a malevolent chuckle but the mobile phone sang its shrill arpeggio before she could make any sound.

Ginger glared at the handset, expecting another message from her nemesis. Instead, she saw the screen displayed an unfamiliar number and she frowned, baffled by the development. Quickly, she pressed the keypad to read the message.

‘Missing Kitten & friend just checked in2 The Welsh Dragon Motel. Txt back 4 details.'

Ginger's sly grin blossomed in the dark.

‘I've got another question,' Anne declared.

She was sprawled across the centre of the motel's double bed naked and trembling. Her wrists were secured to the headboard with scarves, and her ankles had been fastened to the foot of the bed with spare panties from her suitcase. Her pert breasts, free from the adornment of rings or clamps, jostled enticingly each time she shifted her weight against the tired cotton sheets.

‘I've got another question,' Anne repeated. ‘May I ask?'

Lucy studied her, not sure if her new friend's shivers were the results of unease or anticipation. She wasn't surprised to hear that Anne had another question. The game they were playing had been Lucy's idea but it had been inspired by Anne's incessant curiosity. Her questions had been a constant since they met at the service station and Lucy had half-expected the habit to quickly become an irritation. But, instead of feeling irked, she caught herself grinning and wanting to hear what Anne had to ask. Being honest with herself, Lucy thought it was flattering to have someone as remarkable as Anne constantly turn to her for advice, instruction and information and she cautioned herself not to grow
too fond of the company. She suspected there would still be a lot to do before the chase was ended and she didn't think Anne would remain with her for much longer.

Keeping those grim thoughts to herself, fixing a plastic smile to her face in an attempt to conceal what she was really thinking, Lucy nodded encouragement and said, ‘Go on.' Stroking her fingers against Anne's neck, inspiring them both to shiver, she added, ‘Ask away.'

Anne tested her loose restraints before clearing her throat. She turned her face to one side against the pillow and a few stray locks of her mousy-blonde hair fell across her brow. Fixing her cerulean gaze on Lucy she asked, ‘Are you following them? Or are they following you?'

Lucy opened her mouth to answer and then paused, sure she had heard a car pull into the motel car park. She contemplated going to the window to check for the familiar shape of the Isis, then decided she didn't want to move away from the bed. Anne was naked and bound, Lucy had stripped her own clothes away, and the teasing game of questions and answers was a much more tempting prospect than the idea of confirming that her imagination was getting the better of her common sense. She had taken more than the usual precautions before selecting this motel. And because she had heard somewhere that dragons were meant to be lucky, and a dragon was mentioned prominently in the name of this motel, she figured a random slice of good fortune might help her elude the pursuers for the remainder of the night.

Gently, she climbed onto the bed and placed a knee on either side of Anne's face. She was careful not to catch her hair and positioned her thighs so they were caressed by the mousy-blonde's every breath. Her
new friend's pretty features stared up from between Lucy's legs and her hungry smile glistened with lewd intent. Lucy slowly lowered herself, teasing her pussy lips closer to Anne's mouth. As soon as she felt the first delicious
frisson
of a tongue touching her labia, she drew a deep breath and tried to answer. ‘Am I following them?' she repeated. ‘Or are they following me?'

It was difficult to concentrate on the question because Anne was particularly gifted with her mouth. She teased her tongue wetly against the length of Lucy's pussy lips, seeming to savour the flavour and relish the tactile bliss. Her murmurs of appreciation were muffled against Lucy's sex but she was clearly enjoying her position of servility and extracting as much pleasure as she bestowed.

Lucy swallowed, clutched the headboard tight in both hands, and forced herself to focus on the question-and-answer game. Her thighs were already trembling with a combination of excitement and exertion. ‘My deeds of indenture have been stored in an unknown location,' she began.

Anne trilled the tip of her tongue against Lucy's clitoris persistently catching the BCR that penetrated her prepuce hood. Starbursts of raw delight erupted from the pulsing bud and Lucy was made momentarily breathless. She fought to think past the mounting pleasure and released another arduous sigh. It took every effort of willpower to contain her responses and she fought valiantly to explain that the location was a secret from her, and all her fellow favourites, as well as the staff, pets and master. Each word was torn from her throat as Anne pushed her perpetually closer to the brink of orgasm.

‘Donald knows I need my deeds before I can be considered properly free,' she hissed. ‘So he'll be going to the library to stand guard there.'

Anne teased the tip of her tongue into the loops of Lucy's labial piercings. The sensation was so exquisite, Lucy shivered on the brink of orgasm. She grimaced with delight, gripped the headboard harder and tried to spit the answers while she could. ‘I've been following Donald to find out where the deeds are kept,' Lucy gasped. She spoke hurriedly, sure she wouldn't be able to stave off the inevitable release if she dawdled. ‘But, all the time, he's been looking for me. Now that I know where I'll find my deeds I'm no longer following. I'm just being chased.'

It was the fullest answer she could give, and it satisfied the haphazard rules they had set when they began to play. With a groan of frustrated relief, Lucy pulled herself away from Anne's mouth and collapsed by her side.

Her vision had gone the same misty red she normally associated with orgasm but Lucy didn't think her pleasure had gone so far as to reach that pinnacle. She conceded it had been close – her fingertips trembled with a wealth of delicious shivers – but the climax hadn't properly taken hold. She shook herself from her reverie, deliberately not noticing the rounded headlamps that illuminated the motel's curtained window.

The vehicle she could hear revving outside might have been the Isis but Lucy thought it sounded less healthy. She was familiar enough with Donald's beloved car to know the purr of its meticulously maintained engine and believed the Isis could only have sounded like that if it had been driven beyond the limit of its capabilities.

‘I have another question,' Anne announced.

Lucy caught herself grinning and groaning in the same moment. She dismissed the nuisance of the car outside and fixed her attention on the mousy-blonde.
‘Go on,' she gasped, wiping a sheen of sweat from her brow. ‘Ask away.'

‘How could you know where they're going? They'd only just hit the motorway. They could have been going anywhere.'

Lucy grinned and struggled to compose her thoughts. Regarding Anne's nudity she nodded quietly to herself and decided on the best way to answer. ‘There aren't that many baronial halls left in the country,' she explained. ‘In fact, I think I said before, there are only five.'

Anne regarded her in expectant silence. Her pale blue eyes were wide with adoration and Lucy tore her gaze quickly away for fear of being won over by the reverential expression.

Glancing down at her bare body, her smile unconsciously tightening, Lucy placed a finger against Anne's lips and said, ‘They're laid out pretty much like your body. There's a baronial hall here, where your mouth is. One here, and another here, where each of your boobies are.'

Anne closed her eyes as she suffered Lucy's teasing caress.

Lucy diligently ignored her responses. Anne's breasts, pert, firm and free from BCRs, were a perpetual delight that she could have enjoyed all day. The nipples were acutely responsive. They stiffened to the slightest touch, smoothed out the puckered ring of her areolae, and the flush of arousal tipped each pale orb with a magnificent magenta circle. The temptation to forget the question, take advantage of Anne's bondage and simply suckle against her, was almost irresistible. But, determined not to forfeit the game, knowing she had to answer to stay within their makeshift rules, Lucy drew her finger away from Anne's nipple.

The mousy-blonde moaned.

‘There's another hall located centrally in the country,' Lucy said quickly, tracing a line to Anne's belly button. ‘And the last one's down here.' Urging herself not to hurry, or let her haste expose her greedy desire, she walked her fingertips slowly over Anne's flat stomach and through the thatch of curls that covered her pubic mound. Slipping the soft pad of her finger against Anne's sodden cleft, lightly splaying and stroking the wet lips, she said, ‘For the purposes of this illustration, we'll say that this is where I began.'

Anne sighed. ‘Yes,' she murmured. ‘Begin there. Please, begin there.'

The labia were infuriatingly slippery, tempting Lucy to touch deeper and possibly delve into their silky depths, but she resisted. Lightly stroking the folds of flesh, teasing the thin slivers of Anne's inner lips between her finger and thumb, she gently tugged on the skin before rubbing her thumb against the thrust of her clitoris.

Anne shifted from side to side on the bed, making no attempt to disguise her arousal and only giving the briefest illusion that she was trying to escape her restraints. Lucy resumed her former position, pushing her sex over Anne's face, but this time she faced the other way so she could admire and exploit her new friend's glorious nudity.

Clearing her throat, wishing it was as easy to clear her mind from the distraction of excitement, Lucy said, T came from the northernmost barony.' She lowered her face to Anne's sex and placed a soft, subtle kiss against her pussy lips. It was only a brief connection of skin touching skin, nothing more than a fleeting caress, but it was enough to have them both dizzy with need. Quickly moving her face away, flicking her brunette fringe so it didn't exacerbate
Anne's arousal as she raised her head, Lucy said, ‘I followed Donald and his entourage to the central hall.' To illustrate the route, she teased a series of kisses over Anne's stomach then lapped lightly against the recess of her belly button.

Anne squirmed, wriggling her buttocks deeper into the mattress.

Lucy was surprised to feel Anne's kisses continuing against her sex, stroking bittersweet ripples along the pierced length of her labia. Her hedonistic lifestyle in the baronial halls had led her to believe she could render a woman helpless from this position but Anne was responding less like passion's victim and more like a lover. Not dwelling on the notion, not wanting to think about what might be developing between them, Lucy raised her head. She smoothed her fingertip against the dimple of Anne's belly button and said, ‘When Donald came out of the central barony I wanted to know which way he would be headed because that would tell me where I needed to go. If he'd headed south . . .'

She squirmed her cleft against Anne's mouth and shivered as the pleasure battered her sex. Panting, surprised by the rush of responses, she shook her head and continued.

‘If he'd headed south, I'd have known he was going to the southern barony. If he'd headed east . . .' Her mouth moved to Anne's right orb and she caught the nipple playfully between her teeth. As it had before, the bud of flesh grew stiff and dark to her touch. Attuned to the woman's responsiveness, she could easily imagine the pleasurable sensations that were flooding from the tip. ‘. . . then I'd have known he was going to the eastern hall. Because he headed west . . .' She darted her mouth over Anne's left breast and nibbled gently against the stiff tip.

Anne continued to glide her tongue against Lucy's sodden sex but her kisses now came in intermittent waves. If her hands hadn't been bound, Lucy knew the mousy-blonde would have been clutching her buttocks and delving her tongue deep within the recesses of her cleft.

Lucy tried to compose her thoughts but the pleasure Anne was bestowing made speech difficult. ‘Because he headed west,' she growled. ‘Because he's headed west, there's only one place he could be going. He's off to the Welsh baronial hall.'

Determinedly, she pulled herself from Anne's body and lay down by her side.

The mousy-blonde moaned and Lucy sympathised with her frustration. The same drives that governed Anne's arousal were making her want to join their bodies in a sweet and satisfying union. Yet the challenge of the game had been added to the moment and, as with every other challenge in her life, it was one to which Lucy had vowed to rise.

Anne turned to face her with diamonds of sweat glistening on her brow. Her smile was infuriatingly adorable and Lucy was bewildered by her apparently inexhaustible appetite. Incredulous, she waited for the next question.

‘How did you get involved with them?'

Lucy's eyes narrowed and she wondered if she had underestimated Anne. Her new-found friend had accepted so much of what she had already been told, and accepted it with such calm indifference, that Lucy didn't think she would be unsettled by an honest answer. The barons were a shrewd bunch with a keen eye for a submissive. Masters and favourites could all spot a potential submissive who was bored with the monotony of a humdrum existence. Even some pets had the ability to discern those who were eager to
exploit the desire for something different. But Lucy didn't want to say those things to Anne. She shook her head and grudgingly conceded the first round of questions.