The Price of Desire (11 page)

It was only six o'clock but Georgie put her foot down. They still had the party to go to and she wanted to have a hot shower and get herself together before going out again. She needed some time to sort her head out. What had happened back there? She looked at Bunnie, who was staring out of the side window. Georgie had the feeling she was seeing the basement and not the waterlogged countryside they were passing.

‘Are you okay?' Georgie asked finally, her eyes back on the road and her heart in her mouth.

‘Fine,' Bunnie replied a little too quickly.

When Georgie looked again she was blushing, and the two lapsed into another uncomfortable silence.

With the afternoon's relentless rain the lane had become treacherous. The wheels began to spin and skid, and Georgie knew she was fighting a losing battle. She switched off the engine and laid her head back, staring at the roof.

‘I'll call Richard,' said Bunnie, her tone resigned.

The last thing Georgie wanted right now was to see him. She was angry with him, but she couldn't think of an alternative option. She heard Bunnie pull out her mobile and arrange for him to come and help them.

‘He said he'll be forty-five minutes,' said Bunnie, returning her phone to her bag.

‘How long? We only live five minutes away! What's he playing at?'

‘I don't know,' snapped Bunnie. ‘He just said he had a few things to take care of.'

Georgie sighed and looked out at the rain. ‘Maybe we should walk.'

‘But it's pouring out there,' Bunnie complained, ‘and we can't just leave the car here.'

‘I guess you're right. We'll just have to sit and wait.'

The conversation died, and as dusk settled the interior of the car became a little claustrophobic. What was taking Richard so long?

‘You were enjoying yourself earlier,' Bunnie said into the silence, tentatively.

‘Yes, well, so were you,' Georgie retorted, realising as she did so how childish it sounded. She stared out of the car, desperately trying to think of something else to say. She felt Bunnie's hand on her knee and snapped her head round to look at her. Bunnie was smiling in her endearing way.

‘It's okay, you know,' she said, her smile widening as she slid her free hand down the front of her trousers. ‘You're right, I did enjoy it too.' She stayed like that for a second, before withdrawing her hand and holding up two glistening fingers for Georgie to see. ‘Are you still wet too?' she asked, but before receiving a reply she leant over and undid Georgie's trousers, and despite her simmering bad mood Georgie made no movement to stop Bunnie as she slid her hand into her damp panties. Georgie knew she was still turned on from earlier, and Bunnie would too as soon as she felt how hot and wet her pussy still was. Bunnie's fingers burrowed eagerly and Georgie closed her eyes as they slid nimbly over her swollen clit and probed around the entrance of her leaking pussy. Georgie whimpered at the delicate touch of her best friend.

‘It's all right,' cooed Bunnie, close to her ear. ‘I know how much you liked spanking my arse.'

Georgie could feel warm breath on her cheek as Bunnie continued to teasingly stroke and probe her, and her resolve melted and she closed her eyes dreamily and spread her legs as wide as she could to allow Bunnie access.

‘It's okay,' Bunnie whispered again, running a hand down her friend's cheek and under her blouse to the soft flesh beneath. Georgie's nipples hardened as Bunnie squeezed them between toying fingers, all the time speaking in soothing tones.

‘I know you enjoyed caning me. It was so painful, but you saw what it did to me.'

Bunnie slipped two fingers into Georgie's entrance but no further, while her thumb gently massaged her clitoris. Georgie couldn't take much more; she knew she should stop it but she was no longer in control of her need. Instead she bit her lip to stop herself pleading for release, and tried unsuccessfully to control her body.

‘And you enjoyed fucking me with that big rubber cock,' Bunnie cajoled, and with these words eased her fingers deep inside Georgie. ‘You enjoyed fucking your little Bunnie, all tied up while she was sucking Mistress' pussy...'

Georgie could see the image behind closed eyes and began to grind herself deeper onto Bunnie's fingers.

‘I can still feel where you were inside me. I wish I could have watched you come.' Bunnie pumped her fingers rapidly, gaining pressure and momentum with each thrust. Georgie felt her body begin to convulse and somewhere in the distance she heard Bunnie's voice. ‘Come for me now and let me watch you. It's okay, come for me Georgie, come for me.'

With her orgasm overwhelming her Georgie opened her eyes to see Bunnie staring dreamily back, drinking in the sight...

Then as the waves of pleasure began to subside there was a loud rap on the window beside her. Georgie shrieked and turned to see Richard looking in, with a grin across his face like a Cheshire cat. She scrambled to do up her trousers and rearrange her shirt. Her nipples were still hard and the thin cotton did nothing to hide them.

‘How long have you been there?' she demanded as she wound down the window.

‘Long enough,' was his mocking response.

Feeling herself blushing she quickly changed the subject. ‘Where have you been anyway? Bunnie called you ages ago.'

‘Calm down, I'm a knight in shining armour. I'm here to rescue two fair damsels in distress. Have you seen them anywhere?'

‘Very funny,' Georgie snorted. ‘Are you going to get us out of this or not?'

 

 

 

Richard towed the girls until the track turned back to road and they followed his 4 x 4 back to the estate. Rain continued to lash down. Georgie seethed at Richard's arrogance, but it was also tinged with shame at her own depraved behaviour. What must Bunnie really think, even though her friend didn't seem to be sharing her embarrassment? On the contrary, Bunnie wore a satisfied smile as she hummed to herself, twisting a strand of hair around a slender finger.

After the oppressive and claustrophobic atmosphere of the car Georgie was pleased to get back to the light and warmth of the Manor. Immediately she headed to one of the living rooms and poured herself a large drink. Richard and Bunnie followed her but she stood with her back to them, staring at her reflection in a mirror. She was drawn and pale, and looked tired.

She took a sip of brandy, feeling it burn its way down to her stomach, fuelling her angst. She felt used, manipulated and embarrassed. She was quickly losing control of the situation and her own sexual feelings were confusing her at a time when she needed clear thinking.

She shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. Poor Lily was still missing and she'd got no further in her investigations. This was no time to be feeling sorry for herself; she had to be strong for Lily. She drained the last of her drink and felt it start to fortify her.

‘Are you okay?' Bunnie asked tentatively.

‘Fine,' Georgie snapped, regretting it at once. She had to control her anger. None of this was Bunnie's fault and she was only trying to help. Still, it was the second time in two days she'd been caught in a compromising position, and she really should be more careful. She felt flushed, and wasn't sure if it was the memory of being caught or the brandy kicking in. ‘Sorry,' she said, turning round. ‘I'm just a bit tired, that's all.'

‘I bet you are,' said Richard, amused.

Georgie's anger flared back up. ‘You sent us to that woman,' she retorted. ‘What were you thinking?'

Richard became serious. ‘I know what I'm doing, Georgie. You have to trust me. The people we're going to see tonight will expect certain things. I never said this would be easy, but this is the only lead we have. Rumour has it Lily's been seen with some of the people who're going to be there, and if we want to get information we can't afford to arouse suspicions. I just want you both to be prepared.'

Georgie still wasn't happy with Richard's logic or methods, and what did he mean by ‘prepared'? What on earth were she and Bunnie walking into? But she needed him right now. With her parents away it was up to her to find Lily and she needed all the help she could get.

‘Okay,' she said. ‘I'm onboard. I'll do whatever it takes to find Lily, you know that.'

‘Me too,' said Bunnie. ‘She's like a sister to me.'

‘Good,' said Richard. ‘I'm sorry to have to put you through this, but I reckon it's the only way.'

They had limited time before they had to leave for the party. Bunnie followed Georgie upstairs and continued along the landing to her room next door. As Georgie sat on her bed she pictured Bunnie naked in the shower, soap suds clinging to her curves as jets of water flowed over her flawless skin. She wondered if the welts were still visible across her peachy globes, and if the scarlet strokes she'd inflicted still stung as the hot water washed over them. She had to stop thinking like that.

She stood up and started pacing the room. She needed to clear her mind. Even though they were short on time she decided to run herself a hot bath to help try to unwind. She slipped off her clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. Nurse would clean up later. The warm water enveloped her tired body as she lowered herself into it. Her limbs were aching and all she wanted to do was slip into her pyjamas and have an early night.

Reluctantly she dragged herself out of the bath and pulled a towel around her. She walked into her bedroom to find Bunnie sitting on her bed, her wet hair tied back in a ponytail, damp tendrils falling around her face. She was wearing a white fluffy dressing gown with the estate crest embroidered on the right breast. Georgie wondered if she was naked underneath it, and again she saw the image of her tied over the trestle table, her punished bottom glowing. Blushing as she realised what she'd been thinking, she noticed the way her friend was looking at her, her eyes moving over Georgie's barely covered body.

‘I just thought I'd come and make sure you're all right,' Bunnie said, patting the bed beside her, and Georgie sat, glad of some time to talk without Richard around.

‘I'm okay,' she sighed. ‘I'm just worried about Lily.'

Bunnie reached out and put a hand on Georgie's exposed thigh. ‘Me too,' she said, sliding closer, ‘and I meant what I said before; I'll do anything I can to help.'

‘Thank you,' said Georgie, resting her head on Bunnie's shoulder. ‘I'm so lucky to have you. I don't know what I would do without you.'

Bunnie kissed Georgie gently on the forehead. ‘You'll never need to worry about that; I'll always be here when you need me.'

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Bunnie got up. ‘I'd better finish getting ready,' she said. ‘We have to leave in half an hour. See you downstairs.'

Georgie dressed carefully, choosing her favourite black silk underwear, not knowing what to expect she wanted to be prepared for any occasion. She looked in the mirror and appreciated how the panties hugged her curves and stretched tightly across her buttocks. The soft bra encased her breasts, framing the shadowy valley of her cleavage. It left little to the imagination but she needed every advantage she could get. She slipped into a simple but elegant black cocktail dress and applied tasteful make-up. It was show time.

 

Georgie was late meeting the other two downstairs, but they didn't appear to notice. They seemed as anxious as she was about the evening ahead. After her earlier mishap she let Richard drive, and sat in the back with Bunnie, holding her friend's hand.

Richard seemed to know where he was going, and after a short journey they pulled into the driveway of the large detached house on the edge of the village. Although the building was nowhere near as grand as Marrington Manor, Georgie could appreciate the impressive structure.

There were two types of resident living in the area. The first was the traditional rural community born in Coxham Marsh and earning a living off the land, or perhaps running one of the small stores on the tiny high street. Most of these families had been around as long at the Marrington Estate and had farmed the land for generations. The second type of resident was a newer addition to the village, and generally unwelcome by the original locals. Over the last thirty years successful professionals from the cities had been moving in, buying up the land to build their homes from scratch, pushing up the property prices and alienating the less wealthy community. As they parked outside the house Georgie wagered it was owned by one of the latter.

Richard turned to the girls in the back. ‘If Lily is involved in some sort of prostitution racket we should be able pick up some information tonight, but you're going to have to work for it. Act like you belong, and follow my lead.'

Georgie bristled at Richard's tone, resenting the implication that she wouldn't be able to fit in without his assistance, but she suppressed her irritation as she got out of the car and followed him to the door. He was right, after all. He had been the one to introduce them to the Mistress, and he was the one who knew about the party and managed to get them an invitation. But how? Georgie puzzled. What was his connection to this world - a world she'd only just realised existed?