The Price of Desire (2 page)

He roared like a man out of control as he came explosively inside her, spraying her insides with his hot semen and pushing her into a shuddering orgasm of her own. Bunnie lay on the ground, her head spinning and her whole body convulsing as the aftermath of her climax coursed through her body.

As she fought to control her breathing she slowly opened her eyes, her hands still buried between her legs, and she lay on the ground quite alone. She suddenly realised what a risk she had taken, being so outrageously rude, right out in the open. She looked furtively up and down the path to make sure no one had seen her, but the secluded walkway was still deserted. Bunnie couldn't help but laugh out loud as she realised she had gotten away with it.

With a contented smile she gathered her clothes and hastily dressed, thinking how much she always enjoyed her little fantasies and how Georgie always warned that one day they would get her into trouble.

She paused, suddenly uncomfortable, like she was being watched. She dusted herself off and hurriedly walked down the path to the stables. She really should be getting home.

 

Georgie and Lily spent the afternoon walking the grounds of the Marrington estate. As children they had spent many happy hours together outside, exploring the expansive and extensively landscaped gardens.

Lily was Georgie's younger sister and the family resemblance was obvious. Lily was a few inches shorter than her older sister and her hair a light-brown instead of the rich chestnut colour of Georgie's, but there were enough similarities in their features to make the family link. However, Georgie was usually considered the more beautiful of the two, holding herself with grace and elegance, whereas Lily was more innocent and childlike.

Georgie was her mother's daughter, and even at a young age seemed well equipped in both looks and personality to deal with the political and social side of the life she was born into. Lily had a lot more of their father in her. Her jaw was a little more square-set and her features less defined than her sister's. Lily was independent and idealistic, but she was a sweet girl, and this impression was only heightened by her young looks.

At seventeen years old Lily still lived at home with their parents, who had obviously wanted the best education that money could buy for both of their children. Georgie, with only a limited social conscience, had accepted this unquestioningly, and after a string of private schools she was now following in her father's footsteps and was in her second year at Cambridge studying Law. Lily, on the other hand, had resented being put through the private school system and at sixteen dropped out in favour of the local college to study Business, Economics and Religion. It was an odd combination of subjects, but it was really a compromise to keep the status quo. When Lily left school she wanted to go in to the church; she said she had a calling. But after months of arguments, slammed doors and temper tantrums, their parents managed to convince Lily to finish her education before she made such an important, life-altering decision.

Georgie had always felt close to her sister, and although they'd spent relatively little time actually living together, she would always have fond memories of the parts of their childhood they shared at the Manor.

It was still sunny but the wind had turned a bit chilly after the warm morning, and Georgie slipped her arm through Lily's to keep warm. She stared out over the lake, the sky bright but patchy and growing clouds threatened rain later. The surface of the water mirrored the sky, and Georgie felt as unsettled as the weather.

‘You really should come and visit me up at Cambridge, you know. I feel like I haven't seen you for ages. There are lots of nice boys I could introduce you to,' Georgie said, feeling the warmth of her sister beside her.

Lily looked at her suspiciously. ‘Has Dad put you up to this?' she demanded, glaring at Georgie, her nostrils flared in anger.

‘No, he hasn't. I promise. I just miss my little sister, that's all. Cambridge is hardly at the end of the world. I just wish you would visit a little more regularly.'

Lily stayed silent. Georgie stopped her in her tracks and spun her around so they were face to face. ‘Honestly,' she insisted, gripping Lily by the arms to emphasise her point.

Lily eyed her sister for a second, her wide blue eyes searching Georgie's face for any sign of betrayal. Then her expression softened and she visibly relaxed. ‘Sorry,' she said, ‘it's just Dad's on my case all the time. Saying I'm passing up an amazing opportunity by turning down the place at Oxford he got for me. Or should I say, bought for me? He just doesn't understand I see things differently, I need to live my own life.'

‘I know,' said Georgie, sympathetically. ‘He just wants what's best for you.'

They stood in silence for a moment, then Lily resumed walking.

‘So, what time is everyone arriving tonight?' Lily asked, not meeting Georgie's eye.

‘Around eightish, I think. Mum's arranged the whole thing, and you know what she's like. Even though it's my birthday I think you, me and Bunnie will be the only ones under forty-five.' They both laughed at the shared joke.

They were used to the formal parties thrown by their parents. When they were younger it had all seemed so glamorous Georgie would cry and beg to be able to stay up and attend, but Nurse would have them tucked away safely in bed before the guests began to arrive. Georgie would lie in bed straining her ears to listen to the party in full swing, the chatter of voices, the chinking of cutlery and later the music that would go on all night.

Georgie and Lily used to sneak out and look over the banister to catch a glimpse of the women wearing the most beautiful ball-gowns, and they talked about the time when they would be old enough to be as glamorous and join in the fun. But now they had attended a number of these functions and Georgie found them rather tedious, filled with stuffy middle-aged men and their bitterly pompous wives.

But Georgie had plans to celebrate her twenty-first the way she wanted, with her friends when she went back to university, so she didn't mind her parents throwing her a party too, and she was excited to see what present they had bought for her. After all, it's not every day that your oldest daughter turns twenty-one.

‘Eight o'clock, I should be back by then,' said Lily absentmindedly.

‘Why, where are you going? You can't miss the party,' said Georgie.

‘Don't worry, I'll be back in plenty of time, I just have to go and see a man about a dog,' said Lily, tapping the side of her nose with her finger, conspiratorially.

Probably going to pick up my birthday present, Georgie thought, smiling to herself.

‘Come on, I'll race you back to the house,' said Lily, breaking away from her sister and sprinting back across the lawn towards the manor. Georgie ran after her, breathing hard, trying to catch up, but she couldn't help feeling that Lily was holding back on something. Maybe she could get her to open up after a few glasses of champagne at the party later.

By the time Georgie reached the house Lily had disappeared, and the ground floor was a hive of activity with people busily making preparations for the night's festivities. Georgie hadn't forgotten the events of that morning, and the memory of being caught mid-climax made her insides ache and she longed to be able to satisfy her insatiable need.

She hurried upstairs, aware that yet again she was late. Nurse would have her bath run by now and she didn't want to keep her waiting; she was in enough trouble already. She was slightly out of breath by the time she reached the top floor of the house, and as she approached her bedroom door she felt her heart begin to race at the site of the formidable figure that awaited her. Nurse had her back to the doorway and was staring out of the window onto the driveway below. At six feet tall her size portrayed great strength, and despite a slender figure she carried herself with confidence and an air of natural authority.

Without turning her head, her hands clasped firmly behind her back, she spoke in a voice that sent an involuntary shudder through Georgie. ‘Your bath has been prepared, Miss Georgina.'

Silently Georgie got undressed, walked into her ensuite and climbed into the bathtub. Nurse turned from the window, following, her cool grey eyes taking in Georgie's nakedness. Georgie blushed and kept her head bowed as the older woman approached the tub. She couldn't tell if she was still cross about that morning's incident, but the memory of it made it impossible for Georgie to meet the other woman's eye.

‘You should be ashamed of your earlier behaviour,' Nurse admonished, confirming that she was indeed still cross about it. ‘You are a lady and it is about time you learned how to behave as one.'

She knelt by the side of the bath, and at this level Georgie couldn't help but look at her. She had always thought Nurse must have been extremely beautiful as a young woman, but the years had not been kind and although her features were still elegantly defined, she'd lost the spark that surely once burned behind her eyes. She now had a hard quality to her, always conservatively but immaculately dressed, her grey hair pulled into a harsh bun at the back of her neck. Her appearance reminded Georgie of a cross between a woman in mourning and a nun. However, Nurse did have a softer side and often her actions were motherly rather than harsh towards Georgie.

Nurse poured oil into her hands and Georgie could smell the rose scent as it was slowly applied all over her body. Nurse started at her neck and shoulders and moved down over her breasts and stomach. Her hands worked below the surface of the water, coating her legs and thighs with the heavy oil. Georgie couldn't suppress a tiny shudder as the hand reached her most intimate place and massaged it as vigorously as she had the rest of her body. She allowed herself to lay back and enjoy the sensations of being touched and stroked all over. Maybe Nurse wasn't that angry after all, she thought. And it was her birthday.

The hand withdrew from the water and Georgie opened her eyes to see Nurse reach for a stiff-bristled scrubbing brush. She tensed, her breath catching in her throat at what was coming next. Nurse plunged the brush into the water and unceremoniously began to scour Georgie's vulnerable flesh. She squirmed and thrashed about in the water as the cruel bristles scraped and scratched her skin.

‘Now stop being silly,' scowled Nurse. ‘We have to get you ready for the party.' She gripped Georgie firmly by the top of her arm and continued to scour the delicate flesh, leaving her red-raw and silently sobbing. Georgie noticed the scrubbing was prolonged and more vigorous in certain areas. Her bottom was scrubbed particularly hard and the bristles felt like tiny needles being raked over her skin, and the insides of her legs and thighs burned.

Georgie was loath to show how much pain she was in, and vowing to remain silent she breathed deeply as the stiff bristles set her nipples on fire. To her relief it stopped and her arms were released. She sank back into the water, her skin burning, and she had pins and needles all over.

‘That's better, nice and clean,' Nurse said.

Georgie let out a sob in response. She knew what was still to come and didn't want to go to her fate willingly.

‘Time to get out now please, Miss Georgina,' Nurse said matter of factly.

Reluctantly Georgie climbed out, dripping water on the shiny tiles, the sharp pain from the bristles slowly melting into a warm tingle from top to toe. She trembled uncontrollably with anticipation. A strong breeze from the window left open in the bedroom made her break out in goose bumps, her nipples reacting the same and puckering in response.

Nurse was standing in front of Georgie, her expression impassive, only a bead of sweat on her brow betraying her exertion. ‘Now it is time for your punishment,' she said. Georgie detected the glee barely hidden in her voice and began to tremble in earnest, aware that each violent shudder set her dripping breasts quivering.

‘No, please, it's my birthday.' Georgie spoke before she could stop herself. Now she was in for it; she knew better than to answer back.

‘My dear girl, that's no excuse for your disgraceful behaviour this morning. I have never witnessed such a depraved act in my entire life. I shudder to think where a respectable young lady like you has learnt such transgressions. However, I am not a woman without emotion and I understand you may have been a little overexcited at the prospect of tonight's party, so I will only give you twenty instead of the forty you would receive on any other day.'

‘Thank you, Nurse,' Georgie said with genuine gratitude. Twenty she could tolerate. She had once been forced to endure a hundred because Nurse caught Joe Taylor, a boy from the village, climbing out of her bedroom window in the middle of the night. She shuddered to think how many she would have received if Nurse had caught them ten minutes earlier with his cock in her mouth.

‘Take up the position please,' Nurse instructed.

Shakily, Georgie stepped out of the puddle of water she had dripped on the floor and walked over to the grand chaise longue below the window in her room. She took up her well-practised position, kneeling with her arms over the raised side, her breasts resting on the back of the chair. With her knees apart she dipped her back and thrust her bottom out.

The upholstery was already getting damp where Nurse had not allowed her to dry. Georgie hung her head and looked at the floor, just wanting to get it over with. Nurse's flat-heeled shoes shuffled on the rug towards her. Naked and blushing with humiliation Georgie tensed her shiny wet bottom and waited for the inevitable.