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  ‘Lie down,’ she told him. ‘I’m in the mood for some fun.’

  He frowned uncertainly. In spite of his doubts he sat on the bed and stared expectantly at her.

  Judy glanced from his face to the window and realised he still had an adequate view of the world outside. ‘I said lie down,’ she reminded him. She pushed her fingers gently against Roderick’s slender chest and made him lay on the bed. Glancing from his face to the window she saw that he was no longer able to see outside. ‘That’s better,’ she said.

  ‘What do you want to do?’ he asked, grinning up at her.

  Judy smiled. She unfastened the skirt she was wearing and stepped out of it. Parading her slender legs in front of him, she took the skirt in both hands and tore it in two. Before Roderick could ask what she was doing, she had climbed on to the bed. She took one hand and caressed his palm lovingly. Then she was tying half her skirt around his wrist. She bound him quickly, securing the remainder of the skirt to one of the bars on the bed’s wrought-iron head.

  ‘Bondage?’ Roderick asked. There was no hint of refusal in his voice, just a note of pleasant surprise.

  ‘How did you guess?’ Judy said, tethering his other wrist to the bed. She could not stop herself from smiling at his eagerness for the game. She knew from personal experience that Roderick’s father enjoyed a similar fetish. It had been nothing more than a calculated gamble to work out that father and son might share similar interests. Not that she would have told Roderick about her affair. There were only three people who had known about it, and Judy had already eliminated the only person who was likely to talk. If their brief relationship ever did become public knowledge, Judy was going to be the one to make it known.

  Roderick laughed, unaware of Judy’s thoughts. ‘I’ve never known the appeal for this sort of thing. I mean, no one is ever properly tied to a bed, are they? There’s always some way of getting out, isn’t there?’

  Judy grinned down at him. His father had said something similar and she had proved him wrong. She removed her blouse, revealing herself to him in just her bra and panties. Using the same quick skill she had displayed with the skirt, she tore the blouse in two and tied his ankles to the wrought-iron foot-board.

  Glancing down at him, she admired her handiwork. He was tied spreadeagled on the bed and she doubted he would be able to move. ‘Why don’t you see how secure they are?’

  Roderick tested the bindings. A doubtful frown crossed his brow as he realised he was well and truly bound. ‘So what do you do to me now?’

  She traced her hand down his chest, allowing her fingers to brush against the dark hairs around his cock. He was already hard and eager for her, his shaft pointing proudly upwards. She traced her fingers along it, tapping it gently with the tips. ‘I do whatever I want to do now,’ she told him. She cupped his balls and kneaded them gently in her palm.

  Roderick sighed.

  Judy rolled his testicles in her hand, squeezing them softly, then releasing them. His breathing deepened, and she squeezed them slightly harder. His cock twitched appreciatively. She licked the palm of her other hand and rolled the wetness over the swollen end of his erection.

  Roderick groaned. He writhed on the bed, his arms and legs pulling strenuously at the restraints.

  Rubbing her hand slowly up and down his anxious length, Judy grinned at him as he glanced awkwardly at her face. She continued squeezing his balls, using more pressure than she thought he was comfortable with. Each press of her fingers made his cock stand harder than the last.

  ‘You like?’ she enquired.

  He swallowed. ‘I like,’ he agreed, not bothering to find proper words for his enjoyment. His gaze alternated between her face and her hand as it continued to rub over the swollen end of his cock. It was obvious from the dull light of appreciation that glimmered in his eyes that his enjoyment went far beyond the simple ‘like’. His breath turned to a shallow pant of excitement.

  She continued to roll her wet hand over the end of his cock, constantly squeezing his sac with gradually increased pressure. She stopped when she felt his balls begin to throb. He was close to coming, she realised, and with two hours to kill she had no intention of letting him climax just yet. She dragged the pillow from beneath his head and shoved it underneath him. It held his arse away from the bed, thrusting his cock higher into the air. It also had the advantage of pushing his limbs harder against the restraints on his wrists and ankles.

  With the pillow beneath him, Judy knew that Roderick had no chance of release until she untied him.

  She pressed her mouth over his nipple and bit hard on the tiny nub.

  Roderick gasped. ‘Careful,’ he warned her. ‘That hurts.’

  She laughed. ‘It’s meant to.’ Her fingers found the eager pulse of his erection and she bit his other nipple while stroking his cock. His length shivered excitedly in her hand.

  Roderick struggled uncomfortably beneath her, but Judy was not going to release him yet. Without allowing him to see it, she checked her wristwatch to gauge how much longer she had to keep him tied to the bed. It was only six-thirty, and she was not prepared to let him go until eight o’clock at the very earliest.

  She teased his nipples with her tongue for a moment, then nibbled them mercilessly with the tips of her incisors. He moaned beneath her, grumbling half-heartedly about the discomfort, but hardening beneath her fingers all the time. Judy could sense his impending orgasm, and she stopped herself from biting before it went too far.

  ‘Being tied up is only the beginning of proper bondage,’ she said conversationally. ‘Part of the excitement is being restrained and feeling vulnerable. There’s another aspect to it that is even more fun.’

  Roderick raised his eyebrows in a question. ‘You sound like quite an authority.’

  Judy grinned. ‘I wouldn’t have called myself an authority, just an enthusiastic amateur.’ She placed a leg on either side of his body and stared down at him. Reaching behind herself, she released the clasp on her bra and allowed it to fall from her body. She rubbed her breasts gratuitously above him, making a show of stimulating her own nipples and massaging the orbs. ‘Do you like looking at my tits?’ she asked, aware of his approving smile.

  Roderick nodded. ‘I could look at them all day,’ he replied eagerly.

  Judy shook her head. ‘You couldn’t,’ she explained. She reached for the bra and moved it over his face. ‘This is part of the game,’ she explained. ‘If you don’t see what’s happening, you get more excited.’ Placing one of the bra’s cups over each of his eyes, she quickly tied the straps around the back of his head, securing the makeshift blindfold. She doubted it was the most effective blindfold in the world, but she considered it more than adequate for her purposes this morning.

  ‘I can’t see a thing,’ Roderick complained.

  ‘That’s the whole point,’ Judy told him patiently. She glanced out of the window and saw the street was still quiet. It was a reassuring sight and she took a measure of relief from it. Perhaps she was being over-cautious about Emily but Judy knew the woman was a bad penny with a knack for always turning up when she was least wanted. Judy had her own bitter experiences of this happening.

  She reached for Roderick’s nipple and squeezed it between her fingers.

  He gasped excitedly; his cock twitched furiously.

  Encouraged by his eager response, Judy dug the tips of her fingernails into the swollen nub on his chest and pressed hard. She could see the nails pressing deeply against the flesh, almost cutting into him. She knew the sensation must be exquisite, and she envied him the enjoyment she was giving.

  ‘Please,’ he begged. ‘No. That’s too much, I can’t…’

  He got no further.

  She shifted position on the bed as he pleaded for her to stop and placed her crotch over his mouth. The gusset of her panties pushed against his chin and she rubbed herself slowly upwards. The heat of her cotton-clad sex covered his mouth.

  Knowing exactly what was expect
ed of him, Roderick began to lick. His tongue stroked against her warmth through the fabric.

  Judy shivered, surprised by the unexpected thrill of arousal. She had intended tying him to the bed as a diversion. She had not anticipated getting much in the way of pleasure for herself. However, her body responded with a passionate arousal that longed to be satisfied.

  Roderick’s tongue traversed the gusset of her pants stimulating a plethora of exciting sensations. She could feel each fibre of the fabric pressing against the eager wet lips of her hole. He tried to manoeuvre his tongue around the pants and inside, but she wriggled out of his reach each time he attempted this. She allowed him to lap at her crotch until the pants were sodden with a combination of saliva and pussy juice. With the fabric soaked, his tongue slid more easily over her sex, intensifying her enjoyment.

  Judy rubbed herself up and down his face, allowing him to tongue her from the tip of her clit to the forbidden hole of her anus. The fabric was so sodden it clung to her skin, outlining the folds and crevices of her pussy. Delighted by his touch, Judy moaned loudly. She shifted position and began to remove her panties. She glanced out of the window as she was doing this and swallowed nervously.

  Carrying a small case, Emily was walking towards the hotel.

  ‘Fuck!’ she gasped angrily.

  Roderick made a questioning sound from the bed and she considered him impatiently. Without any hesitation, she took her panties off and rubbed them beneath his nose. ‘Do you like the smell of these?’ she asked him, her mouth close to his ear.

  He groaned in response.

  ‘Did you like the taste of these?’ she insisted. ‘Just now, when you were licking them, did you like the taste of my knickers?’

  ‘Yes,’ he gasped nervously.

  She pushed them slowly between his lips, filling his mouth with the sodden knickers. His cock raged harder than ever before. Judy glanced at his twitching organ, surprised by the excitement he was receiving from being gagged. She had expected him to enjoy the game, but she had not thought he would like it this much. Moving her mouth close to his face, she whispered softly in his ear.

  ‘I need one more tiny prop to satisfy you properly,’ she told him. ‘I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t go away.’

  Bound, blindfolded and gagged, Roderick nodded.

  Judy rushed around the room, grabbing clothes from her suitcase and snatching the car keys from Roderick’s jean pockets as she dressed. She stepped into a pair of heels and checked her appearance before leaving. If she wanted things to work out her way, she had to get rid of Emily once and for all.

  Snatching her bag from the bedside cabinet, she fled quickly from the room.

  This time, there would be no mistakes.

  * * *

  ‘Emily!’

  Surprised, Emily glanced up when she heard her name being called.

  There were so few people on the morning streets that she had no difficulty seeing the woman who hailed her. Not that it would be difficult to miss Judy in a crowd, she thought wickedly. The peroxide blonde in her short skirt and low cut top would have been difficult to miss anywhere. Emily’s gratitude cut through the ungracious thoughts. After being on board the Amazon Maiden for the last two days, she was even happy to see Judy.

  ‘Judy? How did you get here?’

  ‘I could ask you the same thing,’ Judy replied, rushing over to her. ‘Roderick’s been worried sick. We both have. We’ve been searching everywhere for you.’

  Emily shrugged and grinned inanely. This was even better than finding a telephone, she realised. She could finally start to put her ordeal of the last two days behind her. ‘Well, now you’ve found me,’ she said. ‘Where’s Roderick? Is he in that hotel?’ She pointed at the doorway Judy had just left.

  Judy shook her head. ‘Roderick’s still out searching for you,’ she explained. ‘You must be desperate for something to eat or drink though,’ she said quickly. ‘Let me get you something.’

  Emily shook her head. ‘I’m fine, Judy. Honestly,’ she insisted.

  Judy glanced at the bag she was carrying and raised a suspicious eyebrow. ‘You haven’t been stealing have you?’

  With a broad grin, Emily shook her head. ‘A friend gave it to me, when he discovered I was penniless and without a change of clothes.’

  ‘A friend?’ Judy sounded intrigued and she made it obvious with her question.

  ‘Nothing like that.’ She paused before continuing, aware that Judy’s attention had been caught by someone else on the quiet street. Wondering if Roderick was there, Emily turned and followed the direction of Judy’s gaze. She groaned inwardly when she saw Captain Wilde and Vincent walking slowly up the road towards them. Closing her eyes, she hoped he would ignore her.

  ‘Who the hell is he?’ Judy murmured. There was a definite note of approval in her voice.

  Emily glared at the captain as he waved a hand in her direction. She ignored him pointedly. ‘I have no idea who he might be,’ she said quietly. ‘And he doesn’t look like the sort I’d be interested in anyway.’ Noticing the captain cross the road and come closer to her, she said, ‘I wouldn’t say no to that coffee and a snack. Is there somewhere in your hotel?’ Without waiting for Judy to reply, Emily was pushing the woman into the doorway.

  There was a small café in the foyer, and Emily hurried them both into a discreet booth. She allowed Judy to order coffees and she asked for a packet of cigarettes to go with the order.

  ‘Have one of mine,’ Judy said, passing her the half-used packet.

  Emily took one and accepted a light from Judy. A memory tickled the back of her mind and she could feel a question resting on her lips.

  As though she had seen the thought surfacing, Judy spoke first. ‘You seemed like you were in a hurry to get away from that guy,’ Judy observed. She glanced at the small case Emily was carrying. ‘Did he give you that?’ she asked. ‘Or did you have to work for it? Come on, tell me, what’s been happening?’

  Emily shook her head and took a long draw from her smoke. She watched the waitress place a pair of black coffees on the table, along with a new pack of cigarettes. ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ Emily told Judy. She glanced around the foyer, dryly admiring the plain, unimaginative decor. ‘This is the hotel you’re staying in?’

  Judy nodded. ‘It’s not much, but it’s the best one here.’ She seemed intrigued by Emily’s lack of communication and leant forward in her chair. Eager curiosity shaped her posture. She lit her own cigarette and said, ‘Come on, Emily. What’s been happening?’

  Emily sipped her coffee. ‘How long will Roddy be?’

  Judy sighed. ‘He shouldn’t be long,’ she said. ‘A couple of hours at the most.’ Casually, she raised the cup of coffee to her lips. She glanced at Emily as the woman stared disdainfully around the foyer. With a sly smile she tipped her coffee on to Emily’s dress.

  ‘Shit!’ Emily stood up, exclaiming and brushing at the burning liquid.

  Judy jumped from her seat, a concerned expression etched on her features. She dropped her empty coffee cup to the table where it landed with a clatter. ‘Shit! Emily! I’m so sorry. It just slipped and I…’ She exercised an apologetic smile. ‘Quick, go to the bathroom, just down there. I’ll clean things up here and join you.’

  Treating the woman to an exasperated frown, Emily started in the direction Judy had pointed. She paused at the restroom door and glanced back. ‘Can you bring my case?’ she asked. ‘It’s got a change of clothes in it.’

  Judy smiled warmly. ‘Sure I will,’ she said kindly. ‘And I’m really sorry about that.’

  Emily waved her apology away. ‘Forget it, Judy,’ she said magnanimously. There was a small, reluctant smile on her lips. ‘I’m back with you and Roddy now. Things are working out again.’

  Judy watched the door close on Emily’s back. Daggers of anger sparked from her eyes. As soon as she thought it was safe, Judy snatched the bag from under the table and headed quickly towards the exit. But be
fore she could make it to the world outside, a thought stopped her. She paused and glanced warily at the door of the restroom. Walking back to the discreet booth they had shared, Judy picked up the unopened pack of cigarettes, then went out to Roderick’s jeep.

  * * *

  Twenty minutes later, Emily wanted to scream. She stood in front of the hotel reception desk, arguing fiercely with the stern-looking manager. She still wore the short summer dress, but now it was thoroughly soaked. She had rinsed it in the restroom’s sink, anticipating Judy joining her. Instead, the waitress had pulled her from the bathroom, shouting something unintelligible. From what Emily could glean of the woman’s tirade, the bill for the two coffees and pack of cigarettes remained unpaid, and she was being held responsible.

  Neither the manager, nor the waitress spoke any English, and they did not understand Emily’s mangled attempts at their language.

  She closed her eyes against the verbal battering of foreign abuse she was receiving. This was hell, she decided, and she had been sent here for some deplorable sin committed in a previous life. It was the only explanation that made any sense, and she clung to it like a drowning man reaching for a straw. There was no sense praying for salvation she realised. For her, salvation was not going to happen.

  With her eyes closed she did not see the man appearing at her side. The first she was aware of him was the crisp growl of his voice, barking stern commands in an unfamiliar language.

  She turned to see Captain Wilde and Vincent standing on either side of her. The manager was talking animatedly to the captain, gesturing disparagingly at Emily as he spoke.

  Captain Wilde waited for him to finish and nodded agreement. He grinned triumphantly at Emily. ‘You really do have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, don’t you?’

  Emily glared miserably at him. ‘I can’t find my friend,’ she said wearily. ‘Can you tell this foreign idiot that she’s staying here with my fiancé and that they will settle my account?’