Snatched (26 page)

Conjured images were nothing like the real thing but they were a well-used substitute and in the end it was Miss Pierce who came to mind telling her to do exactly as commanded or face being defiled by the vegetable she held between her black-nailed fingertips. Leah closed her eyes to hold the image and pulled her husband down onto her. Miss Pierce had decreed she must hold on, however much she needed to let go. Obeying this order would make her come so much harder, and it did. Thomas sank into her and she didn’t even care that her pussy was still so sore. It made it better. He fucked her as hard as he could, like she had been away from him for years and not days, like she was the one he could never bear to wait for. Breathless and dripping they came together, like they so often did. It was sometime after that he smiled down at her contented face.

‘So,’ he said, ‘was that the best holiday you’ve ever been on?’

‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘it most certainly was.’

‘And you don’t think we should go back to the Caribbean next year?’

‘Not a chance!’

‘Well, we’ve got another holiday to go on right now, and you have to repay me for being such a wonderful husband, so let’s go!’

‘Ok, give me a couple of minutes here. You wait in the car.’

He handed her a scrunch of tissues, kissed her and then trooped off back through the hedge. Leah shuddered again as she was finally able to let go. In her head Miss Pierce had given her word. Then she remembered May. She reached down and found between thumb and forefinger what the younger twin had left hanging from her as they parted. Easing it out brought another brief shiver of pleasure - those little things May could do for her without even being there! It was a small length of pink fabric, identifiable as a section of one of the ribbons May had worn in her hair on the night she had been made to administer the caning. Written on the lace in black felt pen was a mobile phone number, and alongside it the message:
I Love You.

Leah looked at the words for some time and then gave a little laugh, partly at the excitement of the message, partly at the thought of aimlessly trying to contact the girl in a place where there was never any signal. She rolled up the lace ready to throw it into the bushes, since this was not really what she thought she was about. This short chapter of her life should now, in fairness, be done and dusted. It was a fantasy lived out for a while but now she knew the truth and the bubble had been burst. Just at the last second she stopped herself and kept hold of the girl’s gift. May, after all, had made her heart race more than any other. If she had to spend her life with just one girl then unquestionably it would be her. She smiled at the image in her head of the innocent girl playfully throwing straw over her, and of her brooding looks of intense arousal just before they kissed, or when punishments were being delivered.

Leah understood now that May had been playing a part, but beneath all the pretence, it was just possible that the beautiful young girl had actually fallen for her. Surely May’s love was too precious to waste? Their togetherness might have been engineered and watched in secret by others, but the ardour between them was inimitable, and she was convinced that May had felt it too. The memory of their intimacy would never stop catching her breath or making her whole body tingle, so Leah carefully rolled the fabric back into a tight cylinder and gently pushed it back where she had found it, for secrecy.

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