The Black Widow (24 page)

Sam shook her head and sat up on the bed. ‘She didn’t want to go alone with the plans but once Malcolm had started it all she was left with the choice of either going along with it or turning him in to the police. She went for the easiest option, but she made Malcolm suffer for it.’

Thinking of the man’s imprisonment in the storeroom, Jo smiled to herself. It was definitely a suitable punishment. It also occurred to her that there was some advantage in knowing where there was a man, with such a huge cock, bound and gagged and waiting to be used. A lascivious smile crossed her lips as one or two possible ideas sprang to mind.

‘What are you smiling at?’ Sam asked.

Jo pushed Sam back on the bed without replying. She realised the insurance fraud was now immaterial. Faye and Sky had promised they would not pursue the claim any further and their assurances had seemed sincere. She tugged Sam’s skirt away with an effortless flick of her wrist. Then paused as another thought occurred to her. A frown crossed her brow. ‘None of that explains why this place is called Elysian Fields.’

‘Oh yes! I was saying, wasn’t I? It’s part of Greek mythology.’

Jo frowned, not bothering to hide her ignorance.

‘Elysian Fields was the dwelling place of the blessed after death,’ Sam told her.

Jo took a moment to think about this, smiling at the thought that she had missed such an obvious clue. She was secretly pleased that she had never revealed her ignorance in thinking that “Elysian” was a shade of green and made a mental note not to tell Sam about that misconception. Staring down at her, Jo found her thoughts about the case were suddenly lacking in importance. Naked, Sam looked as gorgeous as ever. Jo found her gaze drawn to the shaved lips of Sam’s pussy and her eyes widened with excitement. Unable to stop herself, she traced a slow finger against the silky-smooth flesh.

Sam trembled on the bed.

‘When did you do this?’ Jo asked, drawing her finger against the shaved lips.

There was a note of arousal colouring Sam’s words when she replied. ‘I’ll tell you all about it when we prepare our report.’

Jo shook her head, moving her lips close to the warmth of Sam’s sex. She could smell the musky fragrance of the redhead’s excitement. The shaved lips glistened with the slick wetness of her arousal. As the tip of her finger brushed against Sam’s sex, Jo was thrilled by a bristling charge of electricity. ‘There won’t be a report,’ Jo told her. ‘Faye was trying to defraud an insurance company and, while she’s promised to drop the claim, you and I are still accessories to that crime by our knowledge of it. I don’t want any record of our being involved and I’m happy to make this case one of those that the tax man doesn’t know about.’

‘That’s not very legal,’ Sam whispered, her words made breathless by Jo’s inquisitive finger.

‘Defrauding an insurance company isn’t very legal either,’ Jo replied. ‘And, from what you told me before, I doubt your work as a lap dancer conformed to all the local by-laws,’ she added meaningfully. ‘But I can overlook those matters if you can overlook the others.’

‘Do I have a choice?’ Sam asked.

Jo moved her lips over Sam’s sex and prepared to stroke her tongue against the velvety slickness. ‘Not really,’ she said, inhaling the sweet florid fragrance of Sam’s arousal. ‘You have no choice at all.’

Sam sighed. ‘Then in that case, I’ll simply lie here all pliant an obedient.’

Tasting the sweet flavour of Sam’s sex, Jo smiled to herself. Having Sam lie beneath her, all pliant and obedient, was all that she had ever wanted.

*   *   *

In the storeroom, Sky linked her arm in Faye’s and graced her with a soft smile. The two women were standing side by side, watching as Poppy and Wendy finished securing Malcolm into the birthing-stool. He had protested, grunted and threatened but in the end he had seen that his struggles were futile.

The shorts had been stripped from him and he sat naked in the stool. His wrists and ankles were secured and his vulnerable body was on display for the pair of them to admire.

‘You had this specially made?’ Faye asked. After the discussions with Sam and Sky she had changed out of the business suit she had been wearing. Following Sky’s lead, she now stood boldly in black stockings and stilettos, a black basque and long black gloves. Her dark-blonde hair was tied up, away from her face, reinforcing the impression of austerity given by her attire. In one hand, she held the silver-tipped riding crop that had been mounted on the wall.

Sky nodded, trying not to admire the woman’s body as she spoke to her. ‘This birthing-stool was part of my plan. I though it would be quite an effective tool in helping me to get my own way here. I suppose it was in a way.’

‘I can see how it would be helpful,’ Faye remarked. She took a step closer to Malcolm and stroked one gloved hand up his leg. The leather-coated tips of her fingers skirted close to his balls, then she moved her hand away. ‘He’s quite helpless in this, isn’t he?’

The ball gag had opened Malcolm’s mouth into a wide O of silent protest that they both ignored. He stared from Faye to Sky then back to Faye. His apprehension was so total it would have been amusing under other circumstances.

‘He’s
totally
helpless,’ Sky corrected absently. She moved to Malcolm’s other side and stroked her fingers up his leg. As Faye had done, she allowed her fingertips to trail tantalisingly close to his balls. His huge cock was rigid and begging to be touched. His nervous gaze kept shifting from Faye to herself and she found his obvious fear exciting. ‘Do you think we can live with the arrangements that Sam suggested?’ Sky asked thoughtfully.

Faye shrugged. ‘We can only try,’ she replied. ‘We can’t do any more than that.’ Her conciliatory tone and easy manner suggested that she was genuinely willing to give the arrangement some commitment.

Sky nodded. She slid her hand round Malcolm’s length, caressing his thick shaft. He sighed quietly and fixed her with beseeching eyes.

‘Do you think that Poppy will be all right handling our affairs?’ Faye asked.

Sky turned to stare at the solicitor. After she and Wendy had finished securing Malcolm to the birthing-stool, she had moved back to her position in the corner of the room. She knelt on the floor, completely naked, staring down at her bare knees. Her manner was so servile and submissive that Sky knew she would have no problem with Poppy ever again. ‘Poppy will do everything we ask her to do,’ Sky declared confidently. ‘She’s already given me a couple of ideas about the compensation claims that I can serve against the Knight brothers. If what she says is true, I could be a very wealthy woman soon. I’m sure she’ll handle everything perfectly and I might even consider paying her.’

Faye grunted dry laughter. She placed her hand over Sky’s as it caressed Malcolm’s cock. Together, the two women slid their hands slowly up and down his rigid length.

For a moment Sky was mesmerised by the sight of his length being teased by their hands. His foreskin was pulled tight by the strength of his erection, but as they moved their hands up and down the soft pink flesh was pushed and pulled back and forth over the swollen end of his shaft. It had been so long since she had seen him and his cock that Sky felt a moment’s disquiet. His cruel deception, and the suffering it had caused, had been malicious. While she realised she still loved him, there was a shift in the perspective of her feelings. She just wished she could put her finger on the thing that was troubling her.

‘You really want to punish him, don’t you?’ Faye whispered.

Malcolm looked up, startled.

Sky studied Faye with an incredulous smile, unable to believe that the woman had managed to touch on the exact thought that she had been entertaining. She nodded excitedly and said, ‘Yes. I do. I really think he deserves to be punished, don’t you?’

Faye’s smile was positively chilling. The ice in her eyes sparkled with malicious venom. ‘I think he deserves that and a damned sight more.’ She stroked her hand up his cock and smiled down at him. ‘And I think I know the best way.’

With a quizzical smile, Sky glanced at Faye. She watched the woman lift the silver-tipped riding crop she had been holding.

Malcolm made a pleading sound against the ball gag. He struggled against his restrains, but it was futile. As Malcolm watched, Faye threw the riding crop to the floor. It landed with a clatter but the sound was lost beneath the heavy sigh of relief he released. Beads of sweat were coating his forehead and upper lip.

‘You’re not going to beat him?’ Sky asked.

Faye shook her head. ‘There are far better ways to punish Malcolm,’ she assured her. Moving around the birthing-stool, she pressed her body close to Sky’s and touched the tips of her fingers against the swell of her breast.

Sky drew a startled breath but remained where she had been standing. She smiled up into the cerulean blue of the woman’s eyes, astonished by the unexpected intimacy of her touch.

With a grin, Faye moved her mouth closer to Sky’s. Her lips were a ripe red pout, so succulent they begged to be tasted. Unable to resist, Sky kissed her. She felt Faye’s tongue slide into her mouth; felt excited by each inquisitive caress that explored her body. She was aware of her own curious fingers only when she heard Faye snatch a sharp breath. Sky glanced down and saw she had placed her fingers over the woman’s nipple. The thrusting nub was clearly visible through the tight satin fabric of her basque. When she glanced up, she saw that Faye was smiling at him.

‘This is going to be the ultimate torture for Malcolm,’ Faye assured her. ‘He’s having to watch the pair of us enjoying one another, and he can’t participate.’ Her laugh was truly malicious, made sweeter to Sky’s ears because it mocked Malcolm’s suffering. ‘The poor bastard will go insane watching us indulging ourselves while he’s tied to that birthing-stool.’

The idea was so wicked that Sky could not stop herself from grinning in response. She kissed Faye again, allowing the gesture to seal their new partnership. Her roving hands began to explore the woman’s body and she was treated to the thrill of having her own flesh caressed. As they kissed, she heard Malcolm making small sounds of protest. The exclamations were so pitiful they were inspiring.

Perhaps this was not how she had wanted to run Elysian Fields, Sky though, but that did not seem to matter right now. They still had to pretend that Malcolm was dead, even though they were going to stop pursuing the insurance claim. They had agreed to organise a new identity for Malcolm at a later date, but Sky had already decided that it would be a much later date. It occurred to her that if they were going to continue with the charade of his death, she could continue to rule as the Black Widow. The thought made her smile as she kissed Faye and listened to Malcolm’s helpless whimpering.