Beyond Temptation. Lisette Ashton

feeling of annoyance. Amelia smiled at the pretty young blonde, in spite of her weariness.

      ‘We’re going to Holbert Manor.’ She didn’t bother to add the word ‘again’. That would have been unkind and, although she doubted Yale was listening to them, there was always the possibility he might overhear.

      ‘Is that meant to explain something? What is Holbert Manor?’

      ‘It’s a building that’s special to Yale,’ Amelia told her.

      ‘Why?’

      Amelia considered the question for a moment and then shrugged. ‘Ask Yale.’

      Bernice cast a glance in the direction of the driver’s cabin. Her pale-blue eyes were caught in a flash from one of the passing overhead lights and Amelia could see the reluctance shining there.

      ‘Perhaps I’ll ask him tomorrow,’ Bernice decided.

      Amelia nodded, as though the conversation was finished. ‘Go to sleep now, Bernice. We have a lot of travelling to do and we’ll all be taking turns behind the wheel before we get there.’ She pulled the quilt back over her face, closing her eyes firmly shut.

      ‘Where is it?’

      Amelia chewed on her lower lip, resisting the urge to be rude. ‘Scotland.’ She didn’t bother to open her eyes.

      There was a moment’s silence and Amelia wondered if the woman had returned to her bunk.

      ‘Whereabouts in Scotland?’

      ‘I don’t know. I’m not a fucking a road map and I’ve not got a satnav under here. What do you want, an Ordnance Survey reference number?’ Amelia kept her voice low as she hissed the irritable rebuke. With less venom in her voice, she asked, ‘Why don’t you go to bed and go to sleep?’

      ‘I’m not tired.’

      With her teeth gritted, Amelia said, ‘I am.’ She wished she could have taken back the words as soon as she said them. She had opened her eyes in time to see the flash of hurt catch in Bernice’s eyes but by then it was too late. The knowledge that she had upset her rekindled the embers of Amelia’s sexual excitement. She had wanted to simply go to sleep but now there were other courses of action open to her. Bernice was young and vulnerable and easily hurt. All of those things aroused a sadistic passion in Amelia’s heart.

      Bernice had turned her back. Her shoulders were slumped in a posture of defeat. Thinking back to their modelling sessions, Amelia realised it was the way the woman looked after she had been properly whipped. With that thought, the glowing heat of her arousal began to burn.

      ‘Is something troubling you, Bernice?’ she asked.

      The question came out as though Amelia was now sympathetic and understanding. It was a difficult façade for her to maintain but Amelia didn’t plan on keeping up the deception for too long.

      Bernice returned to the side of her bunk with a weak smile. Her eyes were wide and innocent, shining with the threat of tears that she quickly blinked away. She stared hopefully at Amelia. ‘You’ll think I’m stupid,’ Bernice began.

      Amelia shrugged and sat up in her bunk. ‘Then I won’t have to change my opinion of you.’ She watched as Bernice worked out the insult, and then gave her a reassuring smile. ‘Just joking.’ In the poor light of the travelling motor home, Amelia knew the malicious glint of her hazel eyes would be hidden.

      ‘I don’t like to sleep alone,’ Bernice explained quietly. ‘I know how ridiculous that sounds. I know I sound like a stupid, foolish kid but …’

      Amelia placed a finger against the woman’s lips, silencing her. She wore a wicked smile that was concealed by the shadows. Even if she hadn’t been wet with the remainder of Yale’s seed, she knew her pussy lips would now be dripping with arousal as she listened to Bernice’s frightened voice. Keeping the malevolence from her words she asked, ‘Would you like to join me for a while?’ She raised the quilt invitingly, allowing Bernice to catch a glimpse of her naked body.

      ‘I won’t disturb you,’ Bernice assured her, putting a hand on the side of the bunk as she prepared to climb in. ‘I don’t kick or wriggle or make a lot of noise.’

      ‘Perhaps you might if I do the right things,’ Amelia replied.

      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