Beyond Temptation (8 page)

She felt the girl stiffen slightly at her lewd remark and saw the flicker of hesitancy in her eyes. Her emotions were so clear Amelia could read them in the dark. Bernice was scared of lying naked next to a dominant predator like herself; but Amelia could sense Bernice had a greater fear of being alone in bed. After tonight, she doubted Bernice would find the idea of a lonely bed quite so intimidating. A shiver of anticipation touched her body. Her heart began to pound with the rising thrill of excitement.

Bernice climbed into the bed, pressing her nakedness against Amelia’s. It was the only double bunk in the motor home and, while it was smaller than a standard double bed, it should have been spacious enough for two people to sleep comfortably. And yet Bernice was pressing her body intimately close. The woman’s motives seemed innocent enough, and Amelia doubted that Bernice knew she was inspiring so much arousal, but even that naiveté added to her excitement. She draped her arm around Bernice’s shoulder, hugging her in a casual and almost platonic embrace.

‘Comfortable?’

Bernice nodded. ‘Mmmm … very,’ she replied. Sleep was already apparent in her voice.

Amelia chuckled softly. ‘You seem a lot more comfortable than you did on Monday,’ she observed. As she said the words, she stroked the tips of her fingers against Bernice’s shoulder.

‘Mon–Monday?’ Bernice’s entire body was suddenly rigid with tension.

‘Monday,’ Amelia confirmed. ‘Yale had us posing for the second picture of this current series.
Woman in Control
. We’d already done the one where I was dominating Christian. I was supposed to be dominating you, remember?’

As another light passed overhead, Amelia saw the woman’s colour darken. She grinned cruelly to herself.

‘I remember,’ Bernice whispered.

‘You didn’t look particularly comfortable, as I recall,’ Amelia went on. She feigned an uninterested tone, although her fingers still drew small circles against the cool flesh of the woman’s shoulder. Deliberately, she broadened each circle, allowing the tips of her nails to brush the soft, tender skin of Bernice’s breasts.

The model trembled.

‘Perhaps you’re just one of those people who hasn’t been allowed to explore that aspect of their sexuality?’ Amelia suggested. ‘Yale seems to think highly of you, and Christian is quite taken with you too,’ she went on. ‘But I don’t think you’ve ever had the chance to make love to a woman, have you?’

‘It’s not that I …’

Amelia didn’t allow her to finish. She moved her fingers slowly down the breast she was caressing and lazily toyed with Bernice’s areola. The subtle frisson of her finger on the raised flesh was exquisite. She casually touched the metal ring that penetrated Bernice’s nipple and Amelia’s excitement grew stronger.

Bernice was something of a mystery. She was happy to model naked. She eagerly adopted every exotic pose Yale demanded. She had a beautiful body and erotic piercings that made Amelia squirm with liquid excitement.

And yet she acted like the world’s most naïve and sheltered virgin.

Her lifestyle and character seemed so incompatible Amelia wondered how Bernice managed the conflict of day-to-day living.

And then Amelia remembered that she didn’t particularly care about Bernice’s character. Bernice was in her bed and there was a chance to exploit the woman. Nothing else mattered.

‘You’ve never made love to a woman?’ Amelia marvelled. In a husky whisper she asked, ‘Perhaps it’s something you’d like to try?’

Bernice turned to face her. Hesitancy was clear in her trembling lower lip. ‘I’m not sure that I could … I mean … I don’t know if …’

Amelia ignored her stammered protests and grinned. ‘Perhaps you’d like to try it now?’

Bernice shook her head. Her hands began to move up and Amelia knew she wanted to protect or defend herself. She didn’t allow her the opportunity. Kissing her mouth, she pushed her fingers to the tip of the woman’s nipple and squeezed softly.

She wondered if the pierced metal was heightening Bernice’s response to the pressure. The cruel side of her nature wanted the woman to suffer and she was delighted to hear her catch an uncomfortable breath.

Inflicting pain always made arousal more intense.

With a salacious grin, Amelia eased her leg between Bernice’s. She rubbed the front of her thigh against the woman’s sex, relishing the sensation of pierced labia touching her bare skin.

Despite Bernice’s mumbled protestations of uninterest, Amelia could feel her thigh warmed by the slick wetness from the woman’s pussy lips.

‘You want to, don’t you?’ Amelia panted the words when their kiss eventually broke. She could still see the potential for refusal in the woman’s eyes but that only added to her pleasure.

‘Feel how hard your nipple is,’ she urged, teasing the pierced nub between the tips of her finger and thumb. ‘My leg feels sticky with your quim juices. You want to do more, don’t you?’ She delivered the last sentence like a challenge, daring Bernice to refuse. ‘You want to do a lot more.’

‘Is that what you want?’ Bernice asked hesitantly.

Amelia smiled. ‘It’s what we both want.’ She stroked her fingers through the woman’s short shock of blonde hair. ‘And, once we’ve done this, you’ll want to do it again and again.’

Bernice frowned. The threat of a refusal hovered on her trembling lips but Amelia brushed it away with the soft caress of her fingertip.

‘Or you could go back to your own bunk and let me sleep in peace,’ Amelia suggested. It was a calculated threat, deliberately spoken to bring the woman to her way of thinking.

‘OK,’ Bernice decided.

Amelia stroked the woman’s hair and kissed her gently on the mouth. ‘I’ll teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a woman,’ she said, idly fingering the nipple and its ring. ‘And the first lesson starts here.’

Fearfully, Bernice stared at her. She watched as Amelia moved her body away and slipped from beneath the quilt.

Bernice’s meek gaze fuelled Amelia’s arousal as she straddled herself over the woman’s face. ‘You can start by tonguing my quim.’ Amelia spoke in a conversational tone. ‘I’ll tell you if you’re not doing it right.’ She saw Bernice glance towards her own empty bunk, then stare unhappily up at her. Ignoring the unspoken request for leniency, Amelia pretended to be concerned. ‘Of course,’ she enthused, ‘I need to be a bit lower for you to reach me, don’t I?’

Bernice started to say something, a protest Amelia suspected, and so she acted with haste. The woman’s words were muffled as sex lips engulfed her mouth. Amelia rested her weight on Bernice’s reluctant face and the mumbled objections tapered off to silence.

For an instant she felt sure Bernice was going to defy her. The woman lay motionless beneath her. Her mouth was pressed against Amelia’s labia but she made no attempt to use her tongue. The only sensation was breath from Bernice’s nostrils as she exhaled softly into the dark curls of Amelia’s pubic bush. Even that warm tickle heightened her burgeoning hunger for sexual release. Amelia was already turned on by the reluctance colouring her victim’s mood. Lying motionless and unresponsive beneath her, Bernice was augmenting her arousal.

When the tongue began to move, Amelia was caught by surprise. Bernice thrust her tongue deep into the inner warmth of Amelia’s sex. The blonde moaned quietly as she performed the intimate and intrusive act.

Amelia shivered.

She rocked her pelvis back, allowing Bernice to work on her clitoris. The solid muscle of Bernice’s tongue pushed wetly against the tiny bead of Amelia’s clit. The thrill was sudden and almost too much. Amelia snatched her clitoris from Bernice’s tongue and then rolled her sex forward, allowing her victim to taste the lips of her pussy. Despite Bernice’s reluctance, Amelia felt as though she had found a natural for this particular task. Bernice slipped her tongue against the sopping cleft, probing tentatively between the labia. The woman seemed unaware that she was lapping up the remainder of Yale’s spent seed and Amelia wondered if that flavour might be adding to her excitement. She dismissed the notion, content to revel in the joy of having the tongue brush the pulsing nub of her clitoris and then plunder the delicate folds of her sex. Every movement inspired a wave of raw pleasure. Eddies of enjoyment shivered through Amelia’s body with punishing force.

With a heavy sigh, Amelia found herself on the brink of orgasm. She didn’t bother fighting the impulse, aware there was a long night ahead where she could enjoy repeated peaks. She simply gave herself over to the wave of delight that surged from her loins.

Bernice wriggled beneath her and gagged as Amelia’s climax spattered her face. A mischievous thought made Amelia want to stay where she was, forcing her new-found lover to drink everything that poured from her sex. But she stopped herself taking this game to that level of cruelty. Bernice had proved herself an able lover and Amelia was determined to exploit all her talents fully before she started to properly abuse her. Gracefully, she eased herself away from the woman’s face and smiled down.

‘What a good start,’ Amelia said cheerfully. ‘You must have done this before.’

Bernice shook her head. She smiled happily up at Amelia, seeming to take pride in having given pleasure. With the back of her hand she absently wiped her face clean. In the pulsing light of the motor home, Amelia could see a glistening smear of her juices and Yale’s semen on Bernice’s jaw. The sight was inspiration for another surge of fresh desire.

‘Never,’ Bernice whispered. ‘That was my first time. My first time with a woman, I mean.’

‘Then you have a gift,’ Amelia assured her. ‘And since I’m sharing my bed with you, I think it’s only fair for you to share your gift with me.’

Nodding eagerly, Bernice reached out to embrace her.

Amelia felt the naked woman snuggle her body close to hers.

When she had climbed into the bed, Bernice’s body had been cool and dry. Now, after their initial bout of lovemaking, her sensuous curves were coated with a light dousing of sweat. Her skin was feverishly hot as she pressed herself against Amelia’s flesh.

‘You’ve never sucked a nipple before?’ Amelia asked.

‘Only my own,’ Bernice said.

To explain what she meant, she drew slightly back from Amelia, reached for her right breast and then forced it up. By straining her neck forward, she was able to brush the tip of her tongue against the erect nub. She did this as she stared at Amelia; a questioning frown furrowed her brow as she tried to please the unspoken demands of her new friend. With slow deliberation she used the tip of her tongue to tease the ball closure ring that pierced her nipple.

Amelia drew a breath.

It was exciting to see Bernice licking herself so intimately. ‘Very good,’ she whispered. ‘But perhaps it would be less of a strain on your neck if you did it to someone else.’ Gently, Amelia guided Bernice’s head to her own nipple. ‘You can begin here, if you like,’ she said, settling into the bunk as Bernice moved over her. ‘Just try to do as good a job on my tits as you did on my quim.’

‘Do you want to lick me?’ Bernice suggested coyly. There was a nervous flicker in her eyes as she made such a bold suggestion.

Amelia pretended to consider the idea. ‘Maybe later,’ she decided. ‘I’m supposed to be teaching you, and right now your lesson is this.’ Pulling hard on her hair, she tugged Bernice’s head against her breast.

‘That hurts,’ Bernice complained.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Amelia lied. She continued to hold the hair, making sure she held the short strands in a tight, punishing grip. It was difficult to concentrate on making Bernice uncomfortable because she was proving to be just as adept a lover in this position. She sucked gently on the urgent thrust of Amelia’s nipple, rolling the flesh between her lips as her tongue tapped rapidly on the tip.

Gasping, Amelia tugged Bernice’s mouth from her right breast and pushed it towards her left.

Unhappy with the rough treatment she was receiving, Bernice muttered a few words, protesting about her hair and the pain in her scalp.

Amelia wasn’t listening.

She barely noticed when the words of complaint subsided to a whisper. Her thoughts were lost in the heavenly stimulation of Bernice’s tongue against her breast.

Again the need for an orgasm struck her. Angrily, Amelia shoved Bernice away from her breast. ‘Now lick me, again.’ She hissed the words with obvious impatience. Not allowing Bernice the chance to protest, Amelia pushed the woman’s head between her legs.

‘Lick my quim and make me come.’

Bernice made a small sound but Amelia suspected she was eager to place her tongue where it was needed. As soon as the warm, wet flesh began to work against her, Amelia released another sigh. She could feel the explosion building and the promise of euphoria was delicious. As the tip of Bernice’s tongue brushed the sensitive pulse of her clitoris, the first tremors of a climax shook through her body.

Amelia was ready to succumb to the joy of orgasm but she wanted a little more stimulation first. ‘Finger me,’ she demanded. ‘Finger my quim.’ To make her point, she shook Bernice’s head, extracting a squeal of pained protest.

Amelia didn’t know if it was because of the brutal treatment, or if Bernice genuinely wanted to do as she had been told. Regardless of the motive, the effects were the same.

Bernice slid two fingers between the slick lips of Amelia’s pussy.

Her fingertips easily penetrated the flesh, causing Amelia to growl. Both digits entered slowly and slipped deep into the moist confines of her cleft. When they pushed deeper into her sodden hole her sex felt hot against the coolness of Bernice’s hand. The copious flow of her juices coated the intruding fingers, reminding Amelia just how arousing the act of domination could be. The climax racked her body with demanding convulsions that left her groaning.

‘Stop!’

Bernice lifted her head. She slid her fingers slowly from Amelia’s pussy.

‘Was that OK?’

Amelia sighed, unable to put words to the joy she had just experienced. She simply grinned to show her appreciation and whispered, ‘That was formidable.’

Amelia released her fingers from the woman’s hair and grabbed her wrist. She knew that she was holding the hand that had just been touching her. The fingers dripped with the wetness of her climax. With a cruel smile, she raised the hand to Bernice’s mouth.