question.’
He shook his head, trying to deny the accusation.
‘If she asked you which of us you preferred, I bet you’d say
her
.’
‘No. That’s not true.’
Amelia could see the real truth sparkling in his brown eyes. She cursed loudly and took a step closer. Clearly unnerved, Christian stood up as though ready to defend himself. Because she wore heels they were nearly the same height, Christian the taller by only two inches, but he still shivered as she glared up at him.
‘Yale said she was a bitch,’ Amelia said carefully. ‘Would you have agreed with that verdict?’
Christian stammered but he didn’t manage to reply.
She growled impatiently. ‘Yale thought that we were opposites,’ she went on. ‘She was the bitch, and I was the virtuous goody-two-shoes. Do you think that’s a fair way of describing us?’
His lower lip trembled and he shook his head. His gaze flitted nervously over her shoulder, as though he was looking for salvation from the manor house.
There was no help to be found there, Amelia realised happily. Yale was busy trying to impress his new friend the art critic. As long as that was happening his entourage would remain forgotten. That situation suited her plans perfectly.
‘Yale’s told me not to mention …’ He paused, trying to shape the words carefully despite his growing nervousness. ‘Not to mention
her
,’ he finished.
‘And do you do everything that Yale tells you to do?’
‘I try.’ Quickly he added, ‘I thought we all try to do whatever Yale tells us to do, don’t we?’
She wanted to hit him. She wanted to strike him to the floor and pummel him with her fists. Holding on to the remainder of her self-control with a tenuous grip, she gave a villainous smile.
‘Yale’s told you to obey me, hasn’t he?’
Christian nodded unhappily.
‘Then take your trousers off,’ Amelia demanded. ‘Take your trousers off in the next ten seconds, or I’ll tell him you’ve been disobeying me.’
Christian stared at her. Slack-jawed fear shone on his face. ‘But we’re out in the …’
‘I know where we are,’ Amelia assured him. She took a last draw on the cigarette, dropped it to the floor and stamped on the end with the tip of her high-heeled shoe. ‘Ten … nine … eight … seven …’
He stared at her in disbelief, then sprang into action, unfastening his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs as quickly as he could. The action was accompanied by Amelia’s slow countdown but, aside from that, the Highlands around them were tranquil and silent. He kicked off his boots and tugged the jeans from his ankles as her countdown reached the number two.
‘Quite obedient,’ Amelia allowed. There was sly praise in her tone. She could feel her arousal mounting as she revelled in his servility. ‘Is Bernice still sleeping?’
He nodded.
She wasn’t surprised. The woman had spent most of the night sobbing and Amelia guessed she had a lot of sleep to catch up on. ‘Then we’d better stay out here, so we don’t disturb her.’
Panic flared in Christian’s expression but he remained where he was. His rigid cock poked out from the tails of his plaid shirt. She could see the purple-ended dome pulsing softly. She reached forward and caressed the warm and throbbing flesh. The thought of exploiting his desire inflamed her arousal.
‘Why were you pretending to be reluctant, when you’re obviously so desperate to have me?’
He turned away. His cheeks coloured dark red.
Amelia ran her fingers down his length and roughly stroked his balls. Her fingers caught in the wiry forest of dark pubes that covered his sac. She savoured the gratuitous pleasure of pulling a handful of hairs from their follicles.
Christian winced, but remained standing where she had told him.
‘You and I seldom get the chance to play, do we?’ she murmured.
He drew a nervous breath and shook his head. His cock twitched eagerly in her hand as she squeezed his balls. She could see
He shook his head, trying to deny the accusation.
‘If she asked you which of us you preferred, I bet you’d say
her
.’
‘No. That’s not true.’
Amelia could see the real truth sparkling in his brown eyes. She cursed loudly and took a step closer. Clearly unnerved, Christian stood up as though ready to defend himself. Because she wore heels they were nearly the same height, Christian the taller by only two inches, but he still shivered as she glared up at him.
‘Yale said she was a bitch,’ Amelia said carefully. ‘Would you have agreed with that verdict?’
Christian stammered but he didn’t manage to reply.
She growled impatiently. ‘Yale thought that we were opposites,’ she went on. ‘She was the bitch, and I was the virtuous goody-two-shoes. Do you think that’s a fair way of describing us?’
His lower lip trembled and he shook his head. His gaze flitted nervously over her shoulder, as though he was looking for salvation from the manor house.
There was no help to be found there, Amelia realised happily. Yale was busy trying to impress his new friend the art critic. As long as that was happening his entourage would remain forgotten. That situation suited her plans perfectly.
‘Yale’s told me not to mention …’ He paused, trying to shape the words carefully despite his growing nervousness. ‘Not to mention
her
,’ he finished.
‘And do you do everything that Yale tells you to do?’
‘I try.’ Quickly he added, ‘I thought we all try to do whatever Yale tells us to do, don’t we?’
She wanted to hit him. She wanted to strike him to the floor and pummel him with her fists. Holding on to the remainder of her self-control with a tenuous grip, she gave a villainous smile.
‘Yale’s told you to obey me, hasn’t he?’
Christian nodded unhappily.
‘Then take your trousers off,’ Amelia demanded. ‘Take your trousers off in the next ten seconds, or I’ll tell him you’ve been disobeying me.’
Christian stared at her. Slack-jawed fear shone on his face. ‘But we’re out in the …’
‘I know where we are,’ Amelia assured him. She took a last draw on the cigarette, dropped it to the floor and stamped on the end with the tip of her high-heeled shoe. ‘Ten … nine … eight … seven …’
He stared at her in disbelief, then sprang into action, unfastening his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs as quickly as he could. The action was accompanied by Amelia’s slow countdown but, aside from that, the Highlands around them were tranquil and silent. He kicked off his boots and tugged the jeans from his ankles as her countdown reached the number two.
‘Quite obedient,’ Amelia allowed. There was sly praise in her tone. She could feel her arousal mounting as she revelled in his servility. ‘Is Bernice still sleeping?’
He nodded.
She wasn’t surprised. The woman had spent most of the night sobbing and Amelia guessed she had a lot of sleep to catch up on. ‘Then we’d better stay out here, so we don’t disturb her.’
Panic flared in Christian’s expression but he remained where he was. His rigid cock poked out from the tails of his plaid shirt. She could see the purple-ended dome pulsing softly. She reached forward and caressed the warm and throbbing flesh. The thought of exploiting his desire inflamed her arousal.
‘Why were you pretending to be reluctant, when you’re obviously so desperate to have me?’
He turned away. His cheeks coloured dark red.
Amelia ran her fingers down his length and roughly stroked his balls. Her fingers caught in the wiry forest of dark pubes that covered his sac. She savoured the gratuitous pleasure of pulling a handful of hairs from their follicles.
Christian winced, but remained standing where she had told him.
‘You and I seldom get the chance to play, do we?’ she murmured.
He drew a nervous breath and shook his head. His cock twitched eagerly in her hand as she squeezed his balls. She could see
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