Hot Pursuit (21 page)

Casually, Lucy flicked the edge of her coat to one side. It was a subtle gesture, little more than a sway of one knee and the thrust of her pelvis, but the movement was calculated to reveal a glimpse of what she wore under the leather. From his angle beneath her she imagined he would have a view of her long, inviting legs, the shadows at the tops of her thighs, and the dark haven of her flushed, pink sex.

He stared up at her and she saw he was struggling between extremes of exasperation and desire. Fine beads of sweat peppered his wrinkled brow.

‘You're the runaway, aren't you?' he gasped.

She laughed. ‘It's good that we've reached an understanding so quickly. You can think of me as the runaway, and I can think of you as the record
keeper.' She toyed the split of her coat open again, making sure he caught sight of her bare pussy lips. His gaze was so intense she could almost feel the heat of his attention against her intimate piercings and she was warmed by the attention. The prickle of her own honest lechery was subtle but strong enough to make her shiver. Rather than trying to disguise her response, she figured the symptoms of excitement might help her secure the record keeper's co-operation.

‘I could have the estate's guards here within two minutes if I wanted,' he stuttered.

Lucy continued to smile for him. ‘You probably could,' she agreed. ‘But I don't think you will.' Cocking her head arrogantly she appraised her surroundings as though there were more important things to occupy her attention than the man beneath her. It was a depressing sight – the endless ranks of filing cabinets made her think that her position as a favourite could easily be replaced by any of a thousand or more willing subordinates – but she wouldn't let her mood be brought down by such negative thoughts. Glancing disdainfully down at him, not bothering to conceal her sneer of derision, she told him, ‘I'm fairly sure you'll hear me out before you summon any assistance. And then, once you've heard my proposal, I don't think you'll be in any hurry to encourage an interruption.'

His brow narrowed and she saw the mildest flicker of hope shine in his eyes.

Sure she had his full attention, and certain he would respond as she expected, Lucy gracefully jumped from the desk. Her long coat billowed up and around her hips and she knew the record keeper had enjoyed a momentary view of her bare bottom. His gasp of approval confirmed that thought and she congratulated herself on manipulating him so easily.

Keeping her back to him, wanting to show that she was in control and unimpressed by his authority in the library, Lucy strutted toward a bank of filing cabinets. Her heels clipped smartly against the solid wooden floor, echoing hollowly. Feigning nonchalance, she opened a drawer and glanced blindly at the contents.

The knowledge that she was in the library of deeds, and had reached her target without any real trouble, gave her none of the satisfaction she had anticipated. It was almost an anticlimax to find she could simply walk into the revered library and take what she wanted. Lucy felt peeved that neither Donald nor Ginger had tried harder in their efforts to secure her capture. She supposed there was still the challenge of actually getting the record keeper to submit and give her the deeds she wanted but, now that she knew his appetites, she didn't expect him to be a problem.

Behind her she heard the scrape of the record keeper's chair legs scratching back against the library's wooden floor. Attentive to every detail, she thought she heard furtive whispering beneath that sound.

Lucy closed the filing cabinet drawer.

It didn't seem plausible that there was someone else in the library – Lucy was sure she would have noticed another person when she entered – but it wasn't just the barely audible exchange that unsettled her. Lucy felt sure there was something familiar about one of the voices and she began to wonder if she had underestimated the plans of her master and his favourite. The temptation to turn quickly, and see what was happening, was almost unbearable. But, not wanting to spoil her facade of self-assurance, she resisted that urge.

Inconspicuously, trying not to draw attention to her actions, she started to turn.

The library door slammed closed.

Startled by the sudden noise, shocked by the idea that she might have been caught when she was so close to realising her plans, Lucy snatched her gaze in that direction. She expected to see Donald and Ginger – maybe accompanied by a couple of other favourites and a handful of burly security staff – bursting into the library ready to apprehend her.

There was no one there and she wondered if the door had simply closed by itself, or if someone had just fled from the library. Deciding the matter was unimportant, realising there were other issues to be dealt with now, she turned her attention back to the record keeper.

‘I don't know what you think you're going to get from me,' he began.

Slowly, she started to unfasten the belt from the waist of her coat.

The record keeper moved away from his desk, but not before he had licked his lips with hungry anticipation. His shoulders trembled and he used a handkerchief to wipe the sheen of sweat from his brow. ‘I don't know what you think you're going to get from me,' he repeated, ‘but I'll tell you now, there is no way on earth I'm going to give you –'

She shook her head and pulled her coat open.

The sight of her naked body was enough to silence him.

Stepping nearer, easily closing the distance between them, she allowed him to appraise her bare flesh before letting the coat fall back into place and partially conceal her nudity within its shapes and shadows. Placing a finger against his lips, she purred, ‘Let's not start our negotiations with an outright refusal.'

He drew a heavy, rasping breath but made no more attempts to finish his sentence.

Lucy moved her finger away and said, ‘You don't know what I'm offering yet, do you? It might just be the thing that you've been waiting for in all your years as the legendary record keeper in this library of deeds. Surely you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity of having your dreams made true?'

He chased the tip of his tongue against arid lips. The desperation in his rheumy eyes was pitiable. Still struggling to look authoritative, working hard to appear as though he had control of the situation, the record keeper asked, ‘What is it you want?'

Lucy giggled and shook her head. Her coat hung loosely open, taunting him with glimpses of her nearly-exposed body, and she knew she had his undivided attention. ‘No,' she said softly, placing a finger back onto his lips. It was almost possible to feel the throb of his arousal tingling through the touch and she shivered with an echo of his excitement. ‘Let's not talk about what I want,' she insisted. ‘Let's talk about what I'm prepared to give you.'

Surrendering more easily than she had anticipated, the record keeper fell back into his chair. Lucy stepped closer and allowed her coat to remain open. If she had deigned to glance down at herself she knew she would have seen the tips of her stiff nipples peeking out from beneath the heavy leather. The pale yellow light of the library would have shone like gold on her nipple rings and she imagined the sight was exciting him beyond reason. Not bothering to look, sure she appeared desirable from the appreciative glint that shone in the record keeper's eye, she said, ‘I'll bet you find yourself in a state of endless torment working here.'

He swallowed nervously before responding. ‘It's not that bad. I can deal with it.'

‘Really?' She didn't bother hiding her scepticism. ‘You spend your days in this boring library and,
when you do get any female company, it's always those pliant, eager-to-please bimbos.'

He shook his head and squirmed back into his chair. ‘What makes you think I wouldn't like that?' he asked defensively.

Lucy laughed. ‘I'm not saying that you don't like pliant, eager-to-please bimbos,' she assured him. ‘I'm just aware that you're a man who prefers his women less servile. While it's easy enough to enjoy a submissive doing everything you tell her, you strike me as the sort who would rather have a dominant woman taking control for once.'

Once again, his eyes gave him away. The rest of his face remained the impassive mask of a practised poker player but his eyes grew wide with hope when Lucy said the words, ‘dominant woman'. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice before he managed to reply. ‘Is that what you think I'd like?'

‘I know that's what you'd like,' Lucy told him. ‘And I think you should get down on your knees and thank me for coming here to answer your prayers.'

She understood his hesitation, and had expected him to show some trace of defiance. Placing her hands on her hips, thrusting her shoulders back and pushing her coat aside so that no aspect of her nudity was hidden from him, she said more stiffly, ‘Get down on your knees and thank me. Or I might just decide to walk out of here.'

Immediately, he dropped from his chair and fell to his knees.

Lucy resisted the urge to grin with triumph.

It had been an empty threat – she had no intention of leaving the library empty-handed and she felt sure the record keeper knew that – but he seemed so anxious to submit he overlooked her obvious bluff. Eager to experience her domination, he knelt at her
feet and pushed his face close to the neatly trimmed mound of her pubic bush.

His breath landed warm and fetid against the lips of her sex. Although his mouth wasn't touching it was close enough for her to feel the sweaty heat radiating from his body. In the stillness of the library she could hear the wet rasp of his respiration and knew his arousal was responsible for the thickening atmosphere that now made the air between them suffocating. Surprised by her own reaction, not sure why she was revelling in the thrill of dominating him, Lucy was stunned to feel the electric prickle of excitement brush through her pussy muscles. If she hadn't been occupied by a facade of masterful indifference, she would have trembled with the force of her sudden need.

‘Thank you,' he mumbled. He exhaled through his nostrils and his warm breath tickled her thighs. ‘Thank you for coming here and answering my prayers.'

As a favourite she seldom got the chance to wield authority over anyone and the past few days with Anne had been a revelation in all the pleasures she had been missing. The prospect of tormenting the record keeper for a while seemed infuriatingly appealing and, although she knew she was running a risk by remaining in the library, Lucy thought the temptation was irresistible. Glumly recalling the lack of effort that Donald and Ginger had invested in pursuing her she reasoned that remaining in the library wasn't so great a risk and, savouring her role as his dominatrix, she raised one heel to his chest and pushed him backward.

The record keeper fell back on the floor. He glared up at her with appreciation and doubt fighting for control of his features. With sour amusement Lucy
noted that, while he was trying to study her face, his gaze was repeatedly drawn down to her bare breasts, then the sight of her exposed cleft. The bulge at the front of his trousers remained consistently obvious even as he lay sprawled beneath her feet and she knew he was going to do exactly as she wanted.

‘Show me what you've got,' Lucy demanded. Her voice echoed from the library's walls and she could hear a cruel timbre tainting the words. Sneering at him, relishing her role as his tormentor, she said, ‘Get it out and let's see what arrangement we can make.'

His haste bordered on being indecent. He tugged at the belt on his trousers, fumbled with the zip, and quickly wrestled inside the fly to extract his semi-hard length.

She snorted, making sure the sound was rich with disappointment. He presented an ineffectual-looking package but that didn't really lessen Lucy's excitement. Even if he had pulled out the most magnificent and tempting length she would have performed the same act of derision simply to make him feel inferior. The pallid shaft was tipped by a bulbous end and the dark colour of his glans suggested he had enjoyed a recent climax. Taking advantage of that knowledge, anticipating that he might be more sensitive to whatever treatment she decided to inflict, Lucy directed him to squat on the floor.

He obeyed without question, positioning himself in accordance with her instructions and constantly glancing up at her for approval.

As Lucy kicked one shoe aside, then pressed her bare foot against his length, he thickened beneath her toes. His erection was warm and slightly sticky, making her responses border between revulsion and delight. He was unattractive and distasteful but his acquiescence stirred her arousal. Rippling her toes
against him – squashing his flesh between her foot and the dusty, wooden floor – inspired her with conflicting thrills of dread and daring. Thoughts of taking his small tube of flesh between her legs, or having it in her mouth, were insidious barbs to her heat.

She kept all those thoughts from being seen on her face as she rubbed her foot back and forth.

He gasped and grew harder. ‘That's uncomfortable,' he told her. ‘I think you're going too –'

Cruelly, Lucy pointed toward the sign over the library door:
SILENCE PLEASE. SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO.

As his gaze followed the line of her finger, she pressed her weight more firmly on his erection. It pulsed under her sole and she watched him struggle to stifle the exclamation. With
faux
innocence, Lucy smiled down at him and asked, ‘Do you want me to do more than just stand on it? Would you like that?'

‘God! Yes!'

She laughed at his enthusiasm and was amazed that this phase of her plans was proving so easy to accomplish. Bending down, not moving her foot but making sure the weight didn't injure him, she glanced at the swollen end that peeped out from under her instep. After licking the tip of her index finger she stroked the sensitive flesh and watched his features tighten through a range of emotions that extended from anguish to ecstasy. The record keeper writhed on the floor, rocking his haggard frame from side to side as Lucy kept him anchored to that one spot and continued to tease the tip of his erection. The squashed flesh beneath her foot throbbed with paroxysms of pleasure and she made her caress more tantalising.