The Redeemer (20 page)

She paused for just a heartbeat before continuing in a deeper, even more seductive tone. It was like liquid gold that poured off her tongue and wound its way around the ankles of her captivated audience, rooting them to the spot before slowly moving up their legs, seeking what was between them.

‘Good fucking is an art, it’s as mental as it is physical. I can seduce a man, or woman, in seconds if I desire them. Fucking makes you feel good; great fucking makes you feel incredible. And intense, orgasm-inducing fucking with me . . .? I don’t think you can begin to imagine the pleasure I could inflict on your poor, delicate body. I’d make you come so hard you’d feel like you were having an out of body experience because your brain just couldn’t cope with the intense sensations that accompany a truly mind-blowing orgasm. Can you imagine what that feels like to come so hard that it feels like you might not be able to survive it? And all from my pretty, little mouth. My wicked, little tongue on your sensitive skin. You want that right now, don’t you?’ She flicked out her tongue to moisten her bottom lip making Isla’s pupils dilate completely as her arousal refused to be denied.

Oh yes please.

Isla nodded and then tried to swallow but her mouth was dry – unlike certain parts of her anatomy. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jones nodding too. The sound of the woman laughing jolted her from her trance-like state. She and Jones glanced at each other, both with a ‘What the fuck?’ expression on their faces. Then she flicked her eyes to Dean who was staring dreamily at his newfound heroine.

How the hell did she do that? Who the fuck is this woman?

The woman laughed again. It was a deep, throaty laugh and Isla realised it was because this confident seducer knew exactly what she’d done to both of them and how confused and embarrassed they were now feeling. Isla scowled, feeling indignant that this woman was getting off on playing games with them. She really didn’t like the feeling that she was being toyed with, even if it was merely to illustrate a point.

With a twinkle in her eye, the other woman rearranged her features into a serious expression. In a low voice she continued, ‘I can see, smell and feel your arousal but sadly – for you – I can’t taste it. I only see clients by appointment and I don’t fuck all of them. Some I don’t even touch at all.’

‘But some you do?’ Dean blurted. His desperation was clearly conveyed by the tone and urgency of his plea.

She turned to him and placed her index finger under his chin, drawing his face in closer to hers. ‘Yes, handsome. Some I do,’ she whispered, and he lit up as though he’d just won the lottery. She dropped her finger and turned away from him, leaving him looking as though someone had snatched the winning ticket from him.

Isla watched the exchange with interest.

This woman is something else. When she speaks to you, it’s as though nobody else exists. As though she’s only speaking to you. And she doesn’t just speak . . . it’s like her voice travels inside you and controls your thoughts and actions. And when she looks at you, it’s like Xander with his aura of power and self-assurance . . . you’re bathed in something indescribable. And I’ll bet she’s just as addictive.

And . . . oh my God, she’s looking at me now. She knows I’m studying her. Why does it feel like she knows exactly what I’m thinking?

Cheeks glowing, Isla attempted to return the other woman’s gaze with as much confidence as it was given. It was an effort but she managed it right up until the woman leaned in closer and whispered, ‘So I’m the first woman you’ve wanted to fuck? And now you’re feeling confused. Don’t be. I walk, talk, eat, sleep and breathe sex . . . oh and fuck, yeah I fuck sex too.’ She grinned and Isla was floored by the similarity to Xander’s cocky smirk. ‘Your body knows what I could do to it and it wants to experience it. That’s all. It doesn’t mean you’re a raving lesbian or even bi-sexual . . . although frankly, you should never knock anything until you’ve tried it at least three times. And if you’ve never had a feminine tongue lapping at your pussy while your lips are wrapped around a pulsing cock, well my dear, you haven’t lived.’

As soon as she finished speaking, she gave a subtle nod of her head and, when Isla’s eyes followed it she saw that both Dean and Jones were standing with their eyes and mouths wide open. She had to stifle a giggle when she saw the ex-Marine shake his head as if coming out of a trance once again and then turn away to adjust the contents of his underpants. But the woman didn’t take her eyes off Isla and, when their gazes locked again, she left her in no doubt that she knew what else had been going through Isla’s mind.

I wanted to feel her tongue on me as I sucked Xander off . . . fuck, just the thought of it makes me horny.

The woman smiled, her gaze seeming to intensify.

Fuck! She’s doing it again. Oh Christ, now my pussy’s clenching. And . . . Oh. My. Fucking. God. Xander’s got my knickers in his pocket . . . I’m naked under my skirt!

Her pussy clenched again – more insistently this time, making her press her thighs together. Images of the mysterious woman flicking her tongue against her clit as Xander thrust into her mouth flooded her mind again. There was no denying that she wanted that. And badly. Her cheeks flushed when she saw the woman’s eyes move down to her breasts where they lingered until her nipples tightened before they trailed a lazy path downwards. Isla knew the woman was teasing her – if not testing her. She also knew that the woman was only too aware of the effect she was having. That lingering look made her feel naked, just as Xander’s did.

The abrupt, shrill ringing of her mobile made her start. It gave Isla a welcome excuse to turn away from the intense stranger. She muttered an apology before she stepped aside, noting that both men had been watching the silent exchange intently.

She glanced at her phone. It was Xander.

Crap. I told him I wouldn’t be long. Man, he’s going to be pissed.

She accepted the call and had barely got the phone to her ear when she heard his booming voice demand to know where the hell she was.

‘I’m on my way back now. I’ll be home very soon and I’ll explain then. I’ve got to go. I’m driving. See you in a little while. Bye.’

She ended the call before he could question her. She doubted that he’d believe her, not just because of the ‘I want to fuck you’ music that was reverberating around the club that he was bound to have heard, but because of the way she’d jabbered on nervously. She just hoped that nothing had happened at the hotel.

Oh God, the inspector. Please tell me that she’s tucked up in her bed for the night. I need to get back.

She turned back to the group. ‘I’ve got to get going. Dean, take a couple of weeks as holiday and then get yourself back to work. The hotel needs you. Miss . . .?’

She waited for the other woman to fill her in with her name but all she got was a smile.

‘Well, it was nice meeting you.’

‘Nice?’ The woman teased. ‘I don’t do nice. Love me or loathe me but don’t like me. Words like nice make me shudder.’

‘It was a pleasure meeting you,’ Isla attempted again but the woman stepped right up to her and grasped a handful of hair at Isla’s nape before covering her mouth with her own.

The kiss took her by surprise but before she could even register it, Isla found herself responding without a second thought and it immediately became demanding and consuming. When the woman released her, Isla felt both violated and exhilarated. Her heart pounded and her pussy pulsed but again, the woman just smiled knowingly at her confusion.

‘I was just making sure you knew what it felt like to experience real pleasure. I can tell that you do and I must admit, part of me wishes that I was the one who was going to be pleasuring you tonight. There are some pleasures that only a woman can elicit from another woman’s body. Should you decide to explore the full scope of that pleasure, you know where to find me.’

And with that, she took Dean’s elbow and steered him away. Jones watched them go, the envy on his face clear to see until he saw Isla studying him and then he raised his eyebrows.

‘Time to get going then,’ he muttered.

Isla grinned. ‘You don’t have to leave. You can stay.’

He shook his head. ‘What’s the point? The place has lost its appeal.’

As they walked to the exit, Isla knew exactly what he meant. Once the mysterious sex siren had disappeared into the crowd, she too had felt the absence of her . . . and she envied Dean the time that he would be spending with her.

Jones walked her to her car and bade her goodnight. As he turned to walk away, he shook his head. ‘Well, that was an experience you don’t have every day.’

Isla laughed. ‘It’s probably a good job or you’d have problems with your blood pressure.’

He frowned. ‘What do you mean? My blood pressure’s just fine. I’m as fit as the day I joined the Marines.’

Nodding, Isla teased, ‘Oh I’m sure you are. But if the blood kept converging upon your groin like it does when she’s speaking, I think you’d feel the effects . . . and not just in your boxer shorts.’

He looked shocked for a second or two before his face broke into a huge grin. ‘True enough but I wasn’t the only one, was I? And I don’t know about you, but I’m still feeling as horny as fuck.’ His voice was laced with suggestion and hope, leaving Isla in no doubt that he was coming on to her. Before she could dash his hopes, he continued, ‘Dean said that you know exactly what you want in bed and aren’t afraid to demand it. Forgive me if I’m overstepping a line here and believe me, I wouldn’t be saying this if I was still working for you but that kind of thing intrigues me. Not many women will take control; they’re happy to be passive partners. Dean indicated that you like to take charge and since we’ve both been aroused and are facing going home to an empty bed . . .’

‘Sorry, Jones, but you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not going home to an empty bed – I have the male equivalent of that woman waiting for me. And, for the record, while I do like to take control sometimes, I like nothing more than being restrained in a chokehold while my lover unleashes himself on me without reservation, marking me as his and using my body until we’re both utterly spent. I’d strongly recommend you seek out whatever her name is, I’m sure she could put you through your paces.’

‘La Veuve Noire,’ he muttered dejectedly as Isla sank down into the driver’s seat.

‘Hmm? Sorry, what was that?’

‘La Veuve Noire. That’s what the barman called her when I asked him who she was. He wouldn’t say more than that and just laughed when I didn’t know what it meant.’

‘The Black Widow. It’s French. Hmm, interesting choice of name.’

Jones looked disconcerted.

Isla chuckled. ‘Let’s just hope she isn’t hungry when she’s finished fucking Dean.’

She left Jones looking both frustrated and despondent. As she drove back to Kensington, she mused how unsatisfied she’d been sexually until she’d found Xander. From the sound of things, both Dean and Jones were experiencing similar issues. Well, Dean certainly. She had no idea how sexually satisfied Jones was or how good he was in the sack. Maybe he just wanted to experiment a little.

It’s none of my business. But if La Veuve Noire can do for men what Xander has done for me, then she’s a sex therapist worth her salt . . . even if her methods are a little unconventional.

I hope she can help Dean. I know it wasn’t all my fault but even so, I feel responsible in some way and I’d feel better if she could sort him out.

As she pulled into the hotel’s driveway, her mind was filled with images of how the raven-haired seductress might go about the transformation of Dean. By the time she reached the office, she was desperate to feel Xander’s cock inside her. She burst through the door but found the room empty. Scowling in frustration, she stomped back to reception and asked Margot, Xander’s head receptionist, if she knew where he was.

Margot replied that she thought he may have retired for the night. She then proceeded to update Isla on the inspector’s seemingly pleasant evening in the bar. Apparently, Bill had to accompany her in the lift and deliver her to her room safely because she’d had rather too good a time in the bar.

Isla grinned and thanked her but then, as she waited for the lift, she realized that a hotel inspector delivering the verdict of the inspection with an almighty hangover, might not bode well. She also remembered that Xander had said that they wouldn’t be staying here overnight. That he’d promised to procure some duct tape from Charlie . . .

Oh God, he’s going to be so pissed with me.

As she crept into the suite, all was dark and silent. She began to think that Margot had been mistaken but, as she reached the bedroom, she could smell Xander’s scent. She paused in the doorway and listened carefully until she caught the sound of his steady breathing. She stripped off her clothes and slid into the bed next to him, expecting him to pounce on her but she found he was sleeping on his side, facing away from her.

A smile formed as she thought of him lying there, fast asleep. She slid a hand down his torso, intending to awaken him by stroking his cock but, just as her hand reached the bottom of his stomach, he muttered, ‘Go to sleep, Red. We’ve got the confrontation with the inspector first thing in the morning. That’s if you can manage not to go gallivanting off after your barman again.’

Stinging from his words, she withdrew her hand and turned over, facing away from him.