Excerpt: angelfire

Synopsis

Her name is Ricki Angelfire. She is a girl who has never known love. Instead, her life revolves around choosing lovers who can fan her embers of passion into a roaring inferno.

So when she hears the words I love you for the first time her world turns upside down. Is it really love?

Sure, Adam is brave, risking his reputation by rescuing her from certain arrest. Yes, he is masculine enough to make her knees weak. Yes, his eyes brim with emotion when he looks at her so that she can see into his soul.

But is he strong enough to prove what he says is true?

Using the large breasted Angelica and silk scarves as her props, Ricki sets a test for her lover to determine whether his words are the truth.

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Her name was Ricki Angelfire. She had the appearance of an angel, but with eyes that burned with the promise of intimate fire.

With a simple curl of her finger, she could beckon her next victim. And they would come to her, mesmerised by those eyes. Melting under their gaze, the embers of passion igniting in their loins.

That is, they used to come. Now Adam was in her life, and she was trying something new: the M-word.

She could barely bring herself to say it. Monogamy. The whole idea was so foreign to her. But Adam had melted her heart of ice with persistent and old-fashioned chivalry, quashing her interest in anyone else, for now.

He was her motorbike instructor, who had been trying in vain for a year to teach her to ride. He had taken her for coffee after their first lesson, setting a precedence for extra-curricular activities after each lesson.

It had been a year of easy conversation over coffee in sun-drenched cafés; leisurely tours exploring the picturesque mountain range back-dropping Sydney; and escorting her to movies and shows had worked to wear down her primal wariness of men. Never, ever, at any stage did he respond to her eyes in a manner other than a true gentleman would. He’d turned her carefully controlled life on its head and introduced her to the concept of love.

And it was damn-well driving her insane! Absolutely livid with frustration!

That he was the only man she’d ever met who could withstand her magnetic allure only made him all the more desirable.

“Dammit!” she would curse louder and louder each time he dropped her home with not so much as a goodnight kiss. How could he possibly withstand her power? She had never met a man with such strength of character.

It was time to bring things to a head, she thought after yet another evening of platonic company. In her bathroom mirror, she watched her eyes narrow to determined slits. “I will win you over Adam Oxley!” she vowed to her reflection, every word dripping with insidious intent. “Very, very soon.”

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Watching him roar into her driveway on his Harley the next day, she bit her lip with trepidation. Seeing him with his leathers on never failed to send her into a spin. His physique alone was promise enough of a masculine and hard body underneath. Good enough to persevere with her motorbike lessons anyway.

Even though she was pathetic at controlling a bike, watching the fluid way his body melded with his machine was a reward for her dogged persistence at turning up for lessons every week. And the masterful way he took control of his machine – all 750 cc of throbbing power between his legs – was enough to send spasms of heat shooting through her belly. Watching his bike respond to the authority of his hands on the controls only served to excite her further, imagining those hands caressing her with as much mastery.

He smiled at her from behind his dark glasses. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she purred, swinging a leg over the seat behind him. Wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, she arched her back and pressed her breasts against his back. A rumble through his body told her he was laughing.

“Ricki, how many times have I told you? It’s not cool to ride pillion like that.” He prised her hands apart and placed them on the bar behind her hips. “On my Harley, it’s my rules. And I don’t want to be seen with an uncool bikie mole, OK?”

She laughed with him. It was a weekly ritual they went through, a private joke.

Her little 125cc scooter was waiting for her at the deserted car park where they held their lessons. She donned her bright orange ‘Learners’ bib and flicked her mane of blonde curls over her shoulder to face him. “Alright, mirrors are fine, gear is neutral,” she droned by rote, “headlights are on…” She glanced quickly at her breasts swelling over to top of bib and shimmied flirtatiously – another ritual and private joke. “What next?”

He was standing very close to her, his male scent capturing her rapt imagination. His mouth was moving, imparting instruction on safe riding, but she did not hear him. As per usual. Sitting astride her scooter, she was focussing on his generous lips shadowed by rough stubble. Sparks of electric anticipation shot through her shaved pussy. The lacy g-string scratchy on her smoothness. The pleasurable pain.

She shifted in her seat, partly to gently fan the sparks into a simmering buzz, but also to get a better look at her target.

Or more to the point, so her target could get a better look at her. Today was the day, she had decided, that she would seduce Adam and secure him under her spell for once and for all. If she got her way, he would soften like butter under a hot knife, his self-control evaporating in the simmering heat from their riotous love-making. He would be helpless to her bidding. Slave to her golden curves.

Just like every other man she had ever seduced. Or, as her prim and proper sister Frankie often preached, prostituted herself for.

“But it’s not prostitution,” Ricki would argue. “I am the one deciding when, how, who and where. I am making the decisions, not some big-bellied balding john who couldn’t get laid any other way.” Her repeated explanations to her uncomprehending sister were to no avail. Frankie was never going to understand the thrill of the chase, the adrenalin rush of her quarry’s surrender as she moved in for the kill. No matter. As far as she was concerned her sister could rot away in Tasmania. Ricki was out of reach in Sydney, and she was here for a good time, not a long time.

Speaking of which… she brought her attention back to her instructor, watching him discretely from under her downcast eyes. She drank in the strong jaw line, the straight nose and through his white teeth the glimpse of moist tongue that she envisaged buried inside her pussy. Oh to have the chance to hold his head against her, guiding him inside her, then up through her fleshy folds to the kernel of her womanhood. She would move against his hungry mouth, letting her clitoris roll on his tongue like a ball-bearing in oil. His hands would spread her wider as he slurped and sucked, drinking her in with throaty moans of appreciation. And she wouldn’t let him go until she’d had her release. Several times.

A small moan of anticipation escaped her lips, and she coughed to disguise it.

He was looking at her now, silence hanging between them. An eyebrow was raised quizzically over his eyes shot with ribbons of ice blue. “Ricki, are you listening to me?”

She raised an eyebrow back at him, but would not look him in the eye beyond an innocent fluttering of eyelashes. He was quite right – she had not been listening. What had he said that required a response from her?

On a hunch, she leaned away from him and bent over her bike to pick her helmet up from the ground beside her. She over-emphasised her feline stretch to maximise the effect of her low-cut hip-hugging jeans.

A stifled groan behind told her exactly what she wanted to hear – he was watching her round ass inside her tight jeans; the full womanly shape straining against the fabric as she had leaned over.

A secret smile crept into the corner of her mouth. Interest established.

She sat upright in her saddle, arching her back in order to increase the pressure of the seat against her pussy. She wanted maximum surface area coverage when it came time to turn the bike on. Although she would probably just fall off her bike once it got going, the initial hum of vibrations between her legs never failed to excite her.

Fastening the helmet under her chin, she tapped the crown to indicate it was on nice and tight. Giving the “thumbs up” sign, she held her hand out for her key. The key that would start this machine rumbling between her legs in a steady, powerful thrum. She licked her lips, tasting a hint of vanilla lip gloss.

She would love to be tasting something else right now. The salty flavour of a man’s cum. The minerally essence would never fail to take her back to childhood holidays scrambling over the bluestone granite in Tasmania. The flavour of the terrain would be imparted from the rocks to her fingertips which invariably found their way to her mouth. Carefree days, tussled hair and skinned knees – evidence of her wild nature even as a child.

Her palm appeared so tiny in his as he cupped her hand and dropped the key into it. About to close her hand around the key, she was stopped by a feather-light finger run the length of her palm. His fingernail raked its path from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger leaving a trail of electricity in its path, and she gasped instinctively. Adam was actually touching her in more than a platonic way? This was too good to be true, she smiled to herself, her plan was on track for success.

She pulled her hand away, but would not look at him. Ricki only knew too well the message contained in that teasing gesture. She knew that her quarry would be having trouble keeping his eyes off her denim-hugged hips, the V between her legs straddling the bike’s saddle. Any other man in his situation would be tearing her jeans off by now to adore her pussy, to kneel at her feet and look, smell, touch and taste her elixir.

In her mind’s eye she saw Adam seating her side-saddle on the bike and spreading her legs wide. He would drape one of her legs over the handlebars and the other over his shoulder as he knelt to pay homage. Gently, he would nibble her inner thighs as he worked his way closer to his prize. Nibbling and nuzzling, closer and closer until his face could be buried in her juices. With one masterful stroke, he would lick her from her little pink asshole to the apex of her womanhood, delighting in the resulting spasm scorching through her body.

As his tongue lapped and sucked her clitoris, his thumbs would work their way into her pussy. Gently at first, but with increasing urgency as he felt the climax building inside her pulsating tunnel. Her walls would grip tightly to his thick thumbs each time they entered her, holding onto them as tightly as she could. Sensing her hunger for more, he would finger fuck her with his index finger next, then two fingers, then three.

She would impale herself on these fingers, grinding into his palm and up and down on his face. Then, in exquisite release, she would throw her head back and close her eyes to watch the fireworks of climax burn behind her eyelids. Her knees would turn to jelly and he would have to lift her from the bike and lay her gently on the ground while she caught her breath.

In her dreamy state, she would raise her arms to him. Kneeling between her legs, he would lean forward. She would catch the buckle of his jeans and undo them, shucking the denim off his body and allowing his erect cock to spring free from its constraints.

After that, well, Ricki was ready to find out in real life. It was time to leave fantasy land and manifest her vow to win him over.

To this end, she dropped her keys. A tinkling clatter at her feet, just inches from his feet too. Leaning towards him, she reached down for the keys. Slowly in order to give him time to look down her V-neck shirt and glimpse her breasts burgeoning over their lacy constraints. At her pink nipples erect and as hard as marbles, poking through the flimsy lace.

Ricki was not disappointed by the look on her instructor’s face.

Adam stood mesmerised by those nipples, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to suck them, to roll his tongue over the hard nubs. But he’d been brought up with old-fashioned gallantry – a real gentleman didn’t go around casually fucking women.

The only way to go would be to tell her how he felt. That she was his every living breath, his every waking thought. She permeated his dreams, and affected his every action.

That he wouldn’t rest until she agreed to marry him.

“Ricki,” he coughed, clearing his throat. “I ah…” words seem to desert him as he felt himself go to jelly under her intense gaze. Those eyes, they were lethal. They sucked out his willpower, his sense of self, and he wanted nothing more than to throw himself at her feet.

He watched through a mist of aching desire as his hands move of their own accord. One traced the line from her jaw to her throat, and slowly beneath her neckline to cup a round breast in his palm. His other hand worked to undo her helmet and ease it from her head, before gripping her behind her neck and bringing her silky cheek against his stomach.

A low moan escaped from Ricki’s dry mouth. She could sense his arousal through the fluttering abdominal muscles beneath her cheek. She was sorely tempted to simply rip his jeans open right now and take his cock into her mouth, but she would hold off on that little pleasure for now. First, she wanted to be pleasured, and she would make sure she would get what she needed to satisfy the blistering desire throbbing through her entire body.

“Ricki,” he tried again, struggling to regain control of himself now that they had broken eye contact. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

Moving backwards out of his grasp, she swung a leg over the bike so she was sitting side-saddle facing him. Now was the time to look at him directly, to unleash her simmering sensuality that no man could resist. With a flirty smile playing on her lips, she lifted her face to lock eyes with his. “Yes?” she purred.

His face was transformed. From the cool and calm instructor from only a few minutes ago, to a clearly agitated and horny one now. Where his eyes were a light crystal blue only moments before, now they were a dark stormy blue, thundering with intention. His jaw line before was relaxed and easy. Now it was rigid from forcing gritted teeth together, a single muscle flickering sporadically under the surface of his cheek.

“I want… I want to make love to you,” he stammered. “But I want more than that too.” His eyes drifted over her splayed body, loose and open in invitation. “I’m in l-l-love with you.”

Ricki threw her head back and roared with laughter. “Love?” she squealed through her disbelief. “You can’t love me – we haven’t even kissed!”

“No, this is more than physical,” he urged. “I know that underneath your sex kitten appearance there’s really a girl who wants to be loved, to be taken care of. I know you Ricki. And I love every bit of you.”

“Yeah right,” she scoffed, her laughter shrivelling up under his serious gaze. He wasn’t joking. Time froze. Ricki had never heard these words being said to her before. None of her victims had ever had the time to say it, nor the opportunity. Her philosophy was “wham, bam, thank you Sam” with all her men.

In fact, come to think of it, she had never heard those words from anyone before, apart from men with raging hard-ons of course. Frankie and Ricki had been orphaned as toddlers, raised by a series of relatives until the inheritance ran out, then dumped into foster care until they could finish their schooling. Love simply wasn’t in Ricki’s history, nor was it on her agenda. She’d only set out to capture Adam’s will, not his heart.

“It’s true,” he assured her. “I adore you. The way you scoop froth off the top of your cappuccino and lick the spoon. How you cuddle me every time you get on my bike. Your laugh, it’s so warm and real.”

The honesty in his gaze and the candid exposure of his soul floored Ricki. Normally totally in control of her world, here was a man who challenged her like a true equal. It was a new space for her, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do next.

He leaned forward and planted his hands either side of her hips. With his face only inches from hers, he growled deeply. “I want you Ricki. Say you’ll be mine.”

She inhaled his scent. Mint on his breath mingled with the masculine spice of his aftershave. A familiar feeling pulsated through her belly – the adrenalin-rush inspired by pending male contact. She recognised the all-consuming world of desire she was falling into. And in that flash, she was suddenly, overwhelmingly, achingly helpless. “Yes,” she whispered.

With urgent hands he ripped her jeans open, her buttons popping as one. She felt her jeans and knickers being peeled from her thighs, being pulled roughly over her ankles. She wanted to close her eyes, the intensity of his energy razing any resistance she might have had. But she forced them to stay open, to watch his need manifest in trembling and demanding movements.

Rasping, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her clean-shaven pussy. Nothing but a g-stripe thatch trimmed above her glistening slit. She knew what he wanted the second his tongue came out of his mouth and licked his lips in a slow and sensual loop. Like a lion licking his lips after a blood-lusty feed, her man was licking his lips before his feed.

Wriggling forward to let him see more, her feet anchoring themselves to the floor, Ricki let her knees knock loosely together, then swing lazily wider. He caught the next languid swing inwards and let himself be carried closer to her.

Locked between her knees, he placed his hands either side of her hips and kissed her. Gentle yet strong. Light yet fiery. Playful yet passionate. She kissed him back, her tongue playfully darting along his lips as his tongue tried to catch her. To pull her tongue into his mouth so he could suck the juices from its tip.

His hands moved to her waist, to her ass, to her thighs as though in worship. Ricki continued her rhythmic swaying of her legs, allowing his access to her pussy and denying him access in turn. Open to him, closed to him. Open, closed, open, closed.

The rhythm provoked him. Incited him to kiss her neck, nibbling wetly to her breasts as he ripped her shirt over her head. Dropping to his knees, he gripped each breast in turn tightly to his mouth, feasting on her nipples with the suction of a new-born babe.

His hands moved to rest on her hips, the thick fingers spanning her thighs with ease. While one hand cupped an ass-cheek to keep her locked to him, his other hand slid to her inner thighs. With painstaking delay, his thumb hovered above her clitoris, and she couldn’t help but wriggle to reach it. Her hips straining towards his hand, he suddenly plunged two fingers into her wet hole and his thumb circled her rock-hard clitoris.

Impaled on his hand, her nipple locked in his mouth, the sensation inflamed Ricki beyond control. Ready or not, she needed release right now, to let her body come to the shuddering climax it was aching for. With a guttural cry, she swung her hips forward, landing on him and they fell to the ground. A tangle of arms and legs, some clad in denim, some naked, but clinging to each other with wild desperation.

“Now!” she cried, her hands clawing at his jeans. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He readily assisted her, stripping his jeans to his ankles with one easy movement. He reached for her again, but Ricki refused. She was too far gone for anymore foreplay right now. Her pussy was tingling with the subtle burn of a thousand prickling pins and the only remedy was a throbbing cock pumping in and out of her.

He rested the head of his cock against her dripping vagina and she almost came again with just the anticipation of entry. Rocking her hips and locking her legs around his waist, they united together in a mutual cry of disbelief.

This was worth every minute of the year’s wait. For both of them. For him, the cold showers and unfulfilled desires were all forgotten. For her, the surge of renewed energy as she felt him succumb to her womanly power.

Flashing colours and blistering sensations accompanied the thrust of his cock deep inside her. His shaft filled her completely, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix, the hilt of his hips pressed hard against her seat.

They rocked as one, her vagina walls squeezing him tight. Squeezing him with a deliberate rhythm before she was cast onto an ocean of music, colour and starbursts and her body’s natural pulsating rhythm took over.

Her orgasm throbbing around him, clutching him, her pussy involuntarily milking his shaft for the cum she needed to feel spill on her walls, he too came in a blaze of energy, passion and a blinding light. His fingers digging into her shoulders like blades of steel, his hands gripping her to him as though she were the most valuable jewel, the tastiest meal, the most magical rhapsody.

Grass prickling her back, his arm behind her as a pillow, she relaxed. He was shrinking inside her, but she had news for him. She had paid him for a two-hour lesson and she had at least another hour in credit.

She smiled. Now that her blatant lust had been taken care of, what was she going to do about her spontaneous promise of commitment?

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Entwined tightly together, Ricki found herself starting to wonder what that strange little throbbing in her heart was. She had never felt this before… it was as though a little knife had been jabbed into her ribs with an added twist. In every case where she had claimed a victim, she had got dressed immediately and sent him on his way. But now, the little knife in her chest was keeping her pinned to the ground.

But was it really pinning her there, or was she a willing captive wrapped up in his arms?

Confusion muddled her mind. The wanton witch in her wanted to order him to obey her next fantasy. But the little girl lost in her wanted nothing but to stay exactly where she was. In his arms, feeling protected and safe. A feeling she had never felt before. Could he have been right? Could this be… love?

She shuddered, shaking some reality back into her addled brain. No way was it love! The tempestuous Ricki Angelfire was impervious to love!

Reconciled to her true self, she lay there for what seemed like hours. Wrapped in the pure oblivion of their endorphin-heightened state. But it was only minutes before sounds of the outside world began to intrude.

The hum of the traffic speeding past the car park. The echo of the river as small waves rippled under the boat jetty next to them. A far off squeal from children playing in the river shallows.

Overhead, a jet sped ahead of its sound leaving a trail of white smoke and an undulating base drone. Above them, hidden in the branches of a weeping willow, a swallow fed her hungry chicks. And the sweetest sound of all, the gentle phwooo of her lover’s breath in her ear as he drifted in his own world of bliss, his weight heavy and carefree against her side.

And then, oh no. To Ricki’s dismay the sound of a motorist actually entering the car park. And here she was naked and spread-eagled on the riverbank next to their abandoned bikes. Lifting her head from her cocooned world in her instructor’s arms, she was horrified to see the blue and red markings of a police car approaching them.

Reality brought her to her senses in a flash. “Quick!” she commanded her instructor, groping desperately for her clothes. “The cops are here!”

Her dark-haired, blue-eyed power pack may have been packing plenty of brawn, but in his post-coital state he certainly wasn’t packing much brain. “Wha?” he stuttered, confused at the rude awakening.

“Cops!” she hissed, pulling her shirt over her head and groping for her jeans. Too late.

A pair of black boots came crunching to a halt on the asphalt next to her thighs. They were so shiny they looked like round pools of oil. She could see her panicky reflection in the rounded steel-capped toes, her raised eyebrows a dead give-away of her guilt.

Scanning the boots upwards to khaki jodhpurs, she struggled to adjust her top which she had put on back-to-front. Skimming upwards further still, following the folds in the jodhpurs across masculine thighs and a decent sized package in his pants.

Kneeling up give her more elbow-room inside her top, she continued her inspection upwards. A cotton khaki button-down shirt barely covered a bulging chest. A hint of blonde chest hair escaping where the top button should have been done up.

Ricki wasn’t sure why the sight of a uniform made her instantly wet. It always happened to her – it was an automatic “Pavlov’s dog” type reaction.

Perhaps it was because of the fireman in his bright yellow and red who had rescued her Persian kitten from a tree all those years ago? She had stood under his ladder and watched his agile body strain and stretch under the fabric of his trade. Despite being barely a teenager and still very much a virgin, she could still vividly recall the warmth igniting in her belly, spreading to her budding breasts and downy vagina. The tingling warmth had taken her by surprise, and she had spent the ensuing afternoon locked in her bedroom with a mirror between her upraised legs. The hours of clumsy exploration with Vaseline and a zucchini still lingered in her memory as a day of earth-shattering enlightenment.

Or was it from watching her first boyfriend lope up and down a basketball court sporting his team’s red-and-white colours? His lanky frame under the glossy cloth still sweaty from pre-game sex, his movements on the court fluid and his face relaxed. He had been her first lover. Inexperienced together, but willing to work at improving their style. Their frantic groping under basketball bleachers had been amateurish, his long and graceful fingers belying his unfortunately small cock. Perversely, good things came in small packages for Ricki, for it was thanks to his inadequate cock that Ricki had learned to love oral sex so much – to compensate for his shortcomings he had fallen into a pattern of licking and eating her until orgasm before anything else, and it was a style she still loved to this day.

Or perhaps it was her first foray into kinky sex. It happened on a flight to Sydney. She was only one passenger amongst dozens that summer escaping from Hobart to try their luck in the big city. A young adult now, she was stepping out in the world, a University degree in one hand and fifty dollars in the other. And she was chomping at the bit to take a bite out of any new experience to come her way. So when she noticed a flight attendant leave the door to the captain’s cabin slightly ajar, she had slipped inside. It hadn’t taken her long to persuade the pilot to play along with her intentions. Within minutes, she had straddled his lap, unzipping his white pants under her flowing skirt and riding his joystick a mile above the Bass Straight.

Whatever the reason, Ricki just knew she was going ga-ga with the masculine khaki-clad thighs staring her in the face right now. Her little pink tongue crept out of her mouth and clamped itself to her top lip. “Mm-mm-mmmm,” she hummed to herself. It would be so easy to lean forward, slide the zipper of those jodhpurs down, and she could have herself a feast of manly cock and cum.

She could picture the court transcripts now:

Cop: “Ricki Angelfire, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used as evidence in a court of law.”

Ricki: “Mm-mm-mmmm Officer, your cock sure tastes good!”

Judge: “WHAT?!”

The imagined court scene of havoc playing out in her mind’s eye caused her to burst out laughing.

The cop raised a surprised eyebrow at the semi-naked girl cowering beneath him. Normally couples caught in situations of indecent exposure were deeply embarrassed and repentant. But this little vixen was oozing sexual signals and actually enjoying herself. Hot damn!

Suddenly he didn’t feel so omnipotent. His eyes flickered behind his dark sunglasses, unsure of how to handle this situation.

On one hand, he could arrest them both and spend the next few hours completing mundane paperwork and then another day in a non-air-conditioned court.

On the other hand… he turned his head to catch the eye of his partner leaning against the cop car. Pulling his sunglasses to the tip of his nose, he looked over the top. “On the other hand…” his eyes were saying in the wordless communication of long-time partners.

If the motion of a butterfly’s wings in the Amazon jungle can change the world, it was nothing compared to the imperceptible nod that passed between the two cops that was about to change Ricki’s world.

In the mute agreement across the shimmering asphalt, a thousand promises were exchanged. Promises of trust, of secrecy, of mateship to the grave. It was a rare cop duo that had this degree of trust in their partnership.

The cop turned back to his quarry. His eyes shielded safely behind his sunglasses again, he traversed her cascading blonde curls, the cleavage under her shirt, and the slim waist that spilled into skin-hugging jeans. Yes, he decided, she was worth the risk.

Staring now at the instructor, who was hopping nervously from one foot to the other waiting to be arrested, the cop nodded towards the car park exit. Just a simple nod, but it was enough to convey the order to get on his bike and get out of here.

Which is what Adam did, without a second’s hesitation. Fumbling only slightly with his keys before starting his machine, he threw a quick glance at Ricki before roaring out of the car park in a 750cc cloud of gravel and disappearing into the throng of traffic.

Ricki didn’t have time to wonder what the glance was about. Regret? Apology? Embarrassment? What happened to his big story about wanting to help her and protect her? “Asshole!” she screamed after him, scrambling to retrieve her pants from where they’d been hurriedly discarded. Trembling with rage at his desertion, she hoicked her hips from the ground and shucked her jeans over her nakedness.

Hopping from one foot to the other as she pulled her feet through her jeans, Ricki suddenly felt bereft. Adam’s betrayal was something she would never have expected from anyone, let alone the man who had declared his love only minutes earlier. She plonked herself down back onto the grass and reached for her boots.

Well, if anything, it proved her right. No man was trustworthy. Every man was a cheating bastard who would say anything for a fuck. And Adam had just proved himself to be the king of ass-holes.

She glanced up at the man looming over her now. Suddenly the uniform wasn’t so sexy. It was just a cover for what lay beneath – another perverted prick not worth her spit.

Annoyed, she frowned at him, challenging his blatant ogle. “Are you going to arrest me Officer?” she sing-songed in a voice oozing sarcasm. “Or are you going to let me go too?”

The cop didn’t answer. He simply grabbed her little hands in his big paw and dragged her to her feet. In a movement so practiced it was second nature, he swung her around and pulled her hands behind her back to hand-cuff her.

In a monotone voice he began to read her her rights, but the sight of her tight ass sitting in her jeans like melons in lycra, he couldn’t help exclaiming, “Hot damn!”

“Pardon me Officer?” she asked, sulking.

“You have the right to remain silent,” he barked, gathering his wits and snapping the cuffs around her tiny wrists. “Anything you say can be used as evidence in a court of law,” he droned, leading her sashaying body towards the cop car and his partner. “If you cannot afford a lawyer the court will appoint one for you,” he continued as he put his hand on her head to guide her into the rear of the vehicle.

Ricki noticed his partner move to the trunk of the vehicle, his back turned to them. The sentinel position. She had seen all of this before. Had she been in a stronger frame of mind, maybe she’d even be happy to go along with their ploy today. But she’d just been lied to in the worst way a man can lie to a woman. She was definitely not in the mood for more men right now.

She wriggled her way to the far side of the back seat, away from the cop and stared sullenly out the window.

A low laugh rumbled across the back seat as the cop crouched at the door. “Playing hard to get hey?”

In a mock pout, she turned to face him. “I don’t want to go to jail Officer.”

“How about I just give you a good spanking instead?” he drawled, unfurling his muscular body to climb in beside her.

She rolled her eyes. “No thanks,” she barked. “Just do what you have to do, and leave me alone.”

“If that’s what you want little lady,” he answered, before moving his hand to hover over a breast.

Jerking her shoulder upwards to shove his hand away, she grimaced. “That’s not what I meant!” she hissed.

“Hot damn, we’ve got a fiery one our hands this time! What did you mean then?” he mocked, his hands working at loosening his buckles and belts on his pants. “Do what you have to do, that’s what you said.” He looked away briefly to call out to his partner still standing guard behind the car. “Aint that right Constable?”

The sentinel took this as his cue to enter the back-seat scene. He opened the door next to Ricki and clumsily shimmied in beside her forcing her to the middle seat. He looked at her briefly before unzipping his pants down with shaking hands. “I reckon so,” he growled to his partner.

For the first time in the company of men, Ricki felt fear. With her hands cuffed behind her, she most definitely did not have the upper hand in this situation. For now, the best strategy would be to talk sense into them – at least until she could get her cuffs off and then she would run like hell.

“Listen, guys.” Her eyes darted from one to the other as she hit them with her voice of reason. “You gotta stop this before I …”

“Before you what?” sneered the sentinel, leaning forward to play with the V of her neckline.

Oh shit, she thought. This wasn’t going so well. So much for talking sense, it was time for Plan B. Play along. And then run like hell.

“Boys, boys,” she cajoled. “Give me some room here, there’s plenty to go around.” Sliding her tongue lazily around her lips, she looked at each one in turn. “Well, move along.”

They did as they were told. Cop One backed out of the car and knelt at the doorway. He reached out and slid his hands beneath her he slid her around to face him, pulling her legs towards him. Kneeling between her thighs, he grabbed hold of her jeans and pulled.

“Whoa there bucko!” she squealed. “Take these off first, hey?” She jangled the cuffs behind her, letting him know exactly what she wanted off first.

The men exchanged glances and nodded. While the sentinel unlocked her cuffs, Cop One pulled her boots off. One, by one.

She was tipped backwards, and though her hands were now free, she was still trapped under the vice-like grip of the sentinel. She wriggled in vain, helpless as Cop One unzipped her and managed to peel her jeans down, pulling them off her kicking legs and uncooperative feet. “Take it easy guys,” she pleaded, fear shooting through her limbs.

By the looks on their faces, taking it easy was not an option now. They had the zone of no-going-back, a place where their cocks ruled instead of their heads.

Cop One stood up and dropped his pants to his ankles. Then, with an insidious grin, he ripped his boxer shorts down, releasing an angry red cock bouncing in anticipation of what was to come. Stepping towards her in one fluid movement all he wanted to do was dispense with protocol and slam his throbbing cock straight into her Hot Damn pussy.

The sentinel grabbed her around the neck, and ripped her shirt open from the V of her neckline down to the hemline. Her heaving breasts burst free, further inciting their blood-lust.

“Hot damn!” Cop One exclaimed again.

Deep, primal growls ripped from their throats as they prepared to penetrate her – Cop One into her pussy and the sentinel into her mouth.

“Nooooo!” she screamed, clamping her eyes shut, but unable to do the same with her legs and mouth. Her legs flailed in the air where Cop One held them pinned in his grip, and the sentinel was holding her mouth open with his cock in position to plunge.

Her protest stopped the men in their tracks. She had said the magic word: No. In any man’s language, cop or otherwise, no meant no. The simple little word doomed their efforts – they could not proceed any further because they did not have her consent.

Above her the men were frozen, rooted to the spot with their disappointment. Not a sound was uttered as they slowly, oh so slowly, began to inch away. She barely felt the change in atmosphere, floating in her own swirling silent world of paralysing fear.

Silent, that is, apart from the whirring sound of a camera’s shutter.

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The two cops were quick to react. “Come back here!” shouted the sentinel, hobbling after the photographer with his pants still scrunched around his thighs.

His buddy was quick to follow suit, trying to draw his gun from the holster lying around his ankles.

Shuffling like penguins in pursuit of their prey, the cops forgot about Ricki lying in a near-naked state in the back of their car. They forgot about the evidence of their finger prints all over her curves, the red raw bruises forming on her skin as a result of their grip.

It was only the roar of a motorbike behind them that brought them back to their senses. Spinning around, Cop One falling over thanks to his pants still gathered around his calves, they could only watch helplessly as the leather-clad motorbike instructor lifted Ricki out of the car and plonked her on the back of his bike. Still hand-cuffed and gloriously naked apart from the shredded pink shirt flapping behind her, the pair squealed out of the car park leaving a black skid and a spray of gravel in their wake.

“My hero!” whooped Ricki, screaming with relief. Maybe he wasn’t so dumb after all, she thought briefly, if he had the courage to come and rescue her under the cops’ very noses.

Gripping onto her rescuer with her knees, she nearly lost her balance with the hysterical laughter wracking her body.

“You’re in shock,” he yelled. Reaching behind him with his left hand, he scooped her closer to him, squashing her breasts into his back. “Hold on tight, today’s it’s okay.”

She fell gratefully against his form, moulding herself to him so that she could lean into the road curves with him without further danger of falling off.

He steered the bike into a narrow lane between two tall office buildings and idled to a halt. He climbed carefully off the bike and turned to help her off too.

“Thank you!” she gasped, surprising herself by being close to tears. The tough and powerful Ricki Angelfire crying? Whoever would believe it?

Well, it was true. Ricki felt a fluttering in her stomach that was foreign to her. A mixture of gratitude, admiration, and…what? Love? Or just plain and simple lust brought on by awe-struck appreciation?

Adam looked her over, carefully examining her bruises. “It was nothing,” he whispered. He laid a hand on her forehead. “I’m going to take you to hospital to check you out properly.”

“But those cops will be after us soon. They can trace me through my scooter that we left behind. We’ve gotta get out of here!”

A low laugh was her response. “Honey, with the photos we’ve got, those cops won’t be bothering either of us for the rest of our lives.”

“Photographs of what?” she rationalised. From the source of the shutterbug sound, all the camera would have caught were the cops in their undressed state and her legs spread wide to the world. Could they be identified by their bums? Worse still, could she be identified through an image of her spreadeagled pussy?

“Put this on,” her instructor commanded, throwing his leather jacket around her. Fortunately it was big enough to cover her to her thighs, but it could only be a short-term solution to preserving her modesty. “The photos will be good enough for what we want. ‘Lica’s a real pro.”

“Licker?”

“You’ll see.” He climbed back on the bike and instructed her to follow suit. “We’re going to my place to find you something to wear.”

“No. I want to get into my own shower, my own clothes. Let’s go to my place,” she counter-instructed.

“It’s further away than mine... but okay, you’re the boss.” His words were whipped from his mouth in the wind as they turned and screeched back down the lane into traffic.

Taking her tiny hands from his waist only to point the way, they arrived at her modest flat twenty minutes later. She was reluctant to admit to herself that other motorists staring at her long, slim thighs perched on the back of the bike had made her horny. And, powered by the adrenalin rush of her close escape, her pussy had been vibrated to bursting point against the leather seat under her.

Before he could turn the engine off, she slid her hands down to his crotch. She smiled. He was already hard. “Great minds think alike,” she murmured against his helmet, grinding her stomach against his back to convey her message in actions.

He climbed off the bike and turned immediately to help her, his lithe body melding against hers. Having him so close to her, fitting perfectly against her, only brought back fiery memories of their earlier love-making. The way he kissed her, touched her, the scorching friction of his huge cock belting in and out of her cunt stoking the orgasm to fever pitch, her orgasmic juices spilling out of her in a torrential flow.

The memory was enough to make her so wet that had he not been holding on to her she would have slid right off the bike. She locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He lifted her easily, adjusting her weight against him so her pussy snuggled against his crotch, and carried her this way to her front door.

“Spare key under the mat,” she whispered into his ear, her teeth nibbling his lobe while she was at it.

Her world turned upside-down as he bent forward to collect the key. An array of stars and tweety-birds clouded her vision briefly before she was returned to an upright position. Before she could breathe to clear her head, his lips landed on hers in a frenzied attempt to devour her whole.

The wet tongue invading her mouth, his lips smothering hers, swallowing his moans of wanting only served to inflame her passion more. “Hurry,” she answered him, her words delivered to the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.

And hurry he did. Flinging the front door open, he had barely shut it before he fell to his knees and lowered her to the shag-pile rug in the foyer. Unzipping his pants, he did not even pull his pants down before plunging into her.

One, two, three deep and all-filling thrusts, and they were both flying. Together they forgot all time and place and filled each other’s voracious mouths with screams of passion. On the fourth thrust, her convulsing vagina gripped him hard, paralysed with an all-consuming orgasm. He went limp in her arms as her pussy sucked him dry in aching slow-motion. She sucked out his cum, his strength and finally, his heart.

“I love you,” he gurgled, his senses leaking out of him with his cum.

There it was again. That word. Love. She stiffened underneath him and pushed him off. She had broken her own golden rule: Never go back. No returning to the scene of a crime. Yet she had allowed Adam to know her twice now in a carnal sense. She was treading on dangerous ground.

Denial was always a good strategy. “You don’t even know me,” her defences told her to say. As soon as the words were out, she felt the little knife in her heart twist a little.

“What? After a year of seeing you, learning all about you and all your little idiosyncrasies and you say I don’t know you?”

Her heart leapt. She would give anything for this to be really true. But she hadn’t got this far in life without realising men were only out for what they could get. They weren’t really concerned about a girl’s heart. “Bah!” she scoffed at him, not sure how to respond otherwise. What else could she say? That she loved him too and hand her power over to him? No way José .

No, she’d be holding that little secret in the most guarded place in her heart. A place where no-one, not even her sister, had ever been or would ever be allowed to go. It was the only way to ensure she kept her power and self-esteem intact.

Thinking quickly of how to change the subject again, she gushed, “We’d better get out of the foyer before anyone else comes. My flat is up the stairs on the right. Number seven.”

His eyes popped as round as saucers. “You mean, this isn’t your apartment?”

Her screams of laughter carried all the way up the communal stairwell. “No, silly! This is the security entrance! All the apartments are upstairs!”

He could not stand up quickly enough. “Shit, shit, shit!” he garbled, fumbling with his zipper.

But it was too late. Reaching down to help Ricki up, a sudden movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention.

“What are you doing here?” he barked at the figure hovering in the shadows of the stairwell.

“Just brought your film, dude.” The dishevelled photographer stepped forward into the grainy light.

The first thing Ricki noticed from her lateral position were the enormous breasts bouncing around in the photographer’s partially zippered vest. The second thing she noticed was that the voyeuristic photographer couldn’t take her eyes off Ricki’s prostrate form – her more-than-a-handful breasts round and full, nipples as perky as hard-boiled lollies, the lazily spread legs. And, the inviting glow of a woman who has just been fucked good and proper but ready for more.

Fumbling with her bag, the obviously flustered photographer extracted a roll of film and handed it to Adam. “About payment…” she stammered, her eyes sliding back to Ricki’s luscious curves and come-fuck-me eyes.

Adam followed his gaze. Slowly, ever so slowly, it dawned on him what the girl was asking for.

“Angelica, no. Not that. Anything but Ricki – she’s my girl…”

“We can share her.”

He glanced quickly at Ricki, guilt tainting his baby blues. “Ang, it’s not for me to say.”

Ricki looked from one to the other. From Adam fresh from telling her he loved her but who was now offering her up as payment. To Angelica, her eyes glazed over with desire, blind to the juices she could already taste on her lips. Confusion swept over her. Did she have any say in this at all?

“What’s the film?” she asked, stalling for time.

Adam stepped closer, straddling her waist and looking down at her from a great height. He rattled the film in its black canister. “This, my darling, is what is going to keep you out of trouble with the police. As long as you have this, they will not touch you.”

Ricki reached out for the canister, but Angelica kicked it out of her reach. “Uh-uh-uh honey. Not yet.” She looked meaningfully at Adam. “I have stated my terms of payment.”

Ricki glanced at Angelica, taking in the misty eyes roaming over her body. She hurriedly propped herself up on her elbows. “You’re blackmailing me?” Ricki stammered, her voice catching in disbelief.

4. HYPERLINK \l "TOP" The Photographer Gets Laid Paid

A cloud passed over his face briefly. Ricki was right, of course. If he loved her he would protect her from the advances of all others. He would uphold her dignity and tell Angelica to find an alternative payment request.

But what if Angelica wouldn’t settle for anything else? She would take the film back and then both he and Ricki would be vulnerable to a prison sentence when the police finally caught up with them. Was this a risk worth taking?

Either way he looked at it, they were stuck between a rock and a hard place. He studied Ricki’s beautiful face, felt the ghost of her passion writhing against his skin.

Above all, he decided, he needed to protect her if she was ever going to believe his love for her.

He shook his head at Angelica. “No deal.”

Angelica’s frown was thunderous. “Then that film is mine. And don’t expect any help from me when the cops come to lock you away.” She stepped forward to snatch the canister back.

“Wait!” A tiny hand snaked its way around Angelica’s ankle. “What exactly do you want from me?”

Angelica paused and looked down at the goddess at her feet. A trickle of wetness snaked its way down one thigh at the mere thought of smothering that body in her kisses. Thankfully, her green fatigues were thick enough to absorb the juices instantly triggered by this one glance. “One night with you.”

Loaded silence filled the foyer. Ricki chewed her lip while she weighed up the pros and cons.

She had never made love to a woman. Her tongue itched to eat a pussy, and by looks of the sensual presence of Angelica, her orgasmic juices would be heaven to imbibe.

But on the other hand, to have sex with Angelica would be breaking another golden rule – sex was only ever on Ricki’s terms. To agree to Angelica’s terms would be handing over her power, her right to say No.

The tension in the air was thick with the smell of arousal as Ricki took her time to decide. After an interminable stillness, inspiration hit. A compromise that would mean Angelica would get her payment, Ricki would get a new sexual experience, Adam would get to protect her, and perhaps get his rocks off while he was at it. And all on Ricki’s terms. A win-win situation for everyone.

“OK,” she nodded. “But!” she stated firmly, “only if Adam can be there too.”

A sharp intake from Adam was her answer. “But,” he stammered.

She snapped at him, impatient with his naivety. “I told you don’t know me. Now here’s your chance to see another side of me, and let’s see how much you love me then!”

Angelica did not hesitate to agree to Ricki’s terms. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she held out her hand to help Ricki stand up. “Let’s go.”

Ricki leading the way, they traipsed upstairs, Adam lagging along behind shaking his head. He had failed the girl he loved most.

Inside the apartment, Ricki waved a hand in the direction of a glass cabinet above the kitchen’s breakfast bar. “Fix yourselves a drink. I’m having a shower.”

Her guests did as they were told, pouring a hefty slug of scotch into crystal tumblers. The sound of running water filtered through to where they were sitting, the bouquet of citrus body wash invading their senses.

The thought of a foamy lather over Ricki’s golden skin was too much for Angelica to resist. Unfurling her lithe body from the sofa, she stripped off her vest and fatigues. “I’m going in,” she declared. Peeling off her black thong, she threw it at Adam’s face. “Give me a few minutes alone with her OK?”

From beneath hooded eyelids he watched her sinewy nakedness disappear into the steamy bathroom. Taking a deep lungful of her musky scent on her thong, he tried in vain to keep his mind off the scene playing out in the bathroom. Angelica had ordered him to stay put. But he was a man. And in the next room his Ricki was one half of an erotic lesbian sex scene about to go down. What man in his right mind could resist at least watching? And besides, Ricki had told Angelica only if Adam can be there too, right?

On auto pilot, he stood up from the sofa and tip-toed to the bathroom door, swinging ajar.

He peered through the steam to fix on a tall and graceful figure stepping into the shower. Directly into the embrace of the petite vixen waiting for her.

A montage of images barraged his senses. Floating hands caressing female curves, slick golden hair falling in a question-mark shape down an oscillating spine, spiky dark hair dipping to follow the curvaceous terrain downwards, lips kissing and tickling goose-pimpled skin, puckered nipples pressed against glass, a mouth open in an ‘o’ shape of spellbinding pleasure.

His moans mingled with theirs, escaping helplessly from his constricted chest.

Ragged breathing dispersing in the steam, whimpers of lust permeating the mist. Which sound belonged to which lover was impossible to segment.

Only the quiet pop… pop… pop… of zipper teeth being released with excruciating care could be identified as belonging to one person.

Adam reached into his pants and pulled his rigid cock out. As he watched long, slender hands cup buttocks, and long, slender legs curl beneath a supple body kneeling at the font of orgasmic sap, he began to massage his cock.

As Angelica’s tongue caressed Ricki’s labia, flicking along the lengths of each lip, dipping into her pussy and flitting with butterfly lightness across her clitoris, Adam imagined that tongue quivering around the head of his cock.

As Ricki’s hands gripped the shower rail and Angelica’s head, her fingers buried in the dark spikiness of her bobbing head, he imagined those hands on his ass, pulling him deeper into her.

A blow-job and a fuck at the same time. All in one, no separation of the two acts. Angelica’s tongue inside Ricki at the same time as he pumped into her, her pink tongue darting all over, licking him, licking her. He felt himself falling into an abyss. A swirling mist of tongues and velvet tunnels. Reaching dizzy depths of unprecedented intensity.

His hand around his cock became a giant disembodied tongue that lived inside Ricki’s cunt. It sucked and nipped the length of his shaft powered by the pulsing walls of her tunnel. Sucking, licking, squeezing, pulling. Sucking, licking, squeezing. Sucking, sucking, sucking.

A low guttural roar spilled out of his semi-conscious body, as though his spilling seed had a voice of its own.

It harmonised immaculately with Ricki’s panting orgasm and Angelica’s single-noted hum of climax, striking a chord of pristine beauty. A three-tiered note of primordial lust released as one voice, bouncing off the tiled walls, echoing in the flawless acoustics. A note no composer could manifest through ink on paper, nor an orchestra through its family of instruments.

They all slumped, panting, heaving. Heads and worlds spinning.

Ricki was the first to recover. As was her want.

Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower cubicle, she clapped her hands. “Next!” she giggled striding out of the bathroom, stepping over Adam’s spread-eagled and panting body on her way to the bedroom.

She felt invigorated, alive with the power she had over the two people in her domain. Ah, the good old days were back. Throwing open her wardrobe door in an angry whoosh, she felt a burn for revenge spark inside her.

In the clearer head-space of refreshed energy, Ricki reviewed her situation.

Angelica had blackmailed her into this situation, and although the touch of a woman was mind-blowing, she had been forced into agreeing. OK so it was a serendipitous outcome, but it didn’t change the fact that Ricki had been put in a situation where her power was compromised.

As for Adam, well, so much for his words of love. Was this love? Allowing his woman to be used by others for sex? She frowned. The knife twisted in her chest, reminding her she still held something there for him. But what? A small flame of hope?

Yes, he was brave, risking his reputation by rescuing her from certain arrest. Yes, he was masculine enough to make her knees weak. Yes, his eyes brimmed with emotion when he looked at her so that she could see into his soul.

But where were his morals that would have saved her from forfeiting her power? She’d watched enough Hollywood movies to know that a hero was someone who was prepared to give up everything for the woman he loved. Had Adam any other options to prove his love to her?

There was only one way to find out. Put him to a test. If he succeeded, she would believe his words of love. If he failed, she would make sure that both of them were punished.

A slow smile crept across her face as a wicked plan formed in her mind.

Oh yes, they would be punished or her name wasn’t Ricki Angelfire.

“Adam! Angelica! Come here please,” she sing-songed to them. All innocent and sweet love and light.

They drifted to her, like doomed sailors drawn to mystical sirens.

Transfixed, they watched as Ricki tied scarves of silk to the four posters of her bed. Who was going to be so lucky as to be tied down and ravaged by the others? Hoping desperately she would be the chosen one, Angelica’s fingers crept to her stiffening nub, rolling it gently beneath her feather-light fingertips.

In an instant, Ricki spun around and cracked a cat-o-nine-tails expertly across her knuckles. “Not yet, you naughty girl!”

Adam, unaware of the peril that lay ahead of them, jumped in fright. If only he knew what to come, then he would have realised this little flick was nothing to be frightened of.

But he didn’t, couldn’t know what was in store for him and his photographer friend. How could he know? He had never been inside Ricki’s world before.

Of course, he’d always dreamed of being here, from the very moment he’d first helped her straddle a motorbike all those months ago. But like most men, he’d assumed she was out of his class. A woman of goddess-like proportions who was way out of his league. He couldn’t believe his luck when she’d turned her attention to him fully back there in the car park.

Her petite body writhing in response to his kisses and caresses had struck a chord in his manly heart that had called forth a primal need to protect her, provide for her, love her. He knew without a doubt that this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Since their union in the car park only hours ago, he’d been walking as though in a dream.

Which, unbeknownst to him, was about to turn into a nightmare.

5. HYPERLINK \l "TOP" The Test of Love

Ricki felt a stirring in her belly watching Angelica’s fat and sassy nipples instantly pucker in response to the lick of leather. Good, it was exactly the reaction she was looking for.

She turned to Adam. His face was registering surprise and disbelief. This was good also. She hid a smile at what his face was going to look like soon enough!

Slowly and deliberately, as though performing a ritual, Ricki turned to Angelica and beckoned her to come closer. Picking up her left wrist, she reverently wrapped a scarf around it and knotted it securely.

“You can lie down now,” she invited, her voice a haunting monotone lilt.

Under her spell, Angelica did as she was told, shivering with anticipation. Lying on her back, she offered her right wrist to her new mistress. Ricki repeated the reverent process of wrapping her wrist gently, securing it with a tight knot.

“Let me see how they feel,” she ordered.

Angelica pulled at her bonds. She could bend both her elbows slightly, or if she extended one arm, she could roll slightly to one side sending a delicious stretch down her other side.

She nodded her satisfaction, a nod returned by Ricki as she glided to the end of the bed.

Resting her hands on the end of the bed, Ricki paused to gaze up the length of her subject’s body. It was still glistening with beads of moisture from the shower. Her eyes traversed the toned and tanned legs, the defined muscles in her thighs, the dark shock of pubic hair framing her engorged clitoris. Beyond that a light blue gem sparkled in her flat belly, nestled below a rib cage that was fluttering with anticipation. Breasts too large for this slender body billowed across her chest, spilling out in a luscious ball of flesh either side of her. Her rock-hard nipples pointed to the ceiling, as did the angelic smile on her serene face.

Pleased, Ricki raked her nails from Angelica’s inner thigh to her calf, scooping her ankle up in her delicate little palm. Guiding her leg to the corner of the bed, she bound a scarf around the ankle in a loving and gentle ritual. “How does that feel?”

Opening her eyes to look into her mistress’ tender gaze, Angelica gently tugged at the scarf. She could only barely bend her knee, so Ricki loosened it slightly to allow more ease of movement. “That’s better,” they both nodded.

Finally, Ricki guided Adam forward to tie the last leg. Pushing him forward, she indicated that he should use his tongue to guide her leg to the other corner of the bed. Awkwardly, he leaned forward and tentatively sucked Angelica’s upper thigh, nipping it playfully with his teeth.

She arched her back in response, her hands forming fists as she clung to her bonds in exquisite pleasure. Slowly, he trailed his tongue down her inside thigh, holding her leg gently so she did not wriggle out of his range. Insistently, his tongue travelled the length of her leg until she had spread herself wide, ready to be secured by her last free limb.

Following Ricki’s lead, Adam picked up Angelica’s ankle and bound it with the scarf.

Once again, they tested the comfort and resilience of the bonds, Angelica’s breath coming in ragged spurts with the anticipation of that tongue on her clit.

She was so turned on she didn’t even mind that it was a man’s tongue. After all, she reasoned, if she closed her eyes, a tongue had no gender in the dark.

A cool breeze whispered through the open window, tickling her spread-eagled clit. She clenched her eyes shut in a desperate attempt not to cum right there and then. Knowing that two sets of eyes were on her right now, focussing on her juiced-up sex was incredibly horny. Not knowing which tongue was going to lick her next was even hornier.

“Do you love me?” she heard Ricki ask.

“Yes,” came the response from two compliant bodies.

“Not you!” barked her mistress’ voice with the sting of her cat-o-nine-tails kissing her thigh. “Him!”

“Yes,” came his response, stronger now. “I’ve told you already, I want us to be together.”

The cat-o-nine-tails lashed through the air and cracked the pristine white sheets. “Then lick her out.”

Angelica could barely hold herself together as she felt the bed compress between her widespread legs and a wet, tentative tongue circle her rock-hard clit. The sensation sent a spasm of white-hot fire shooting to her core, and she bucked uncontrollably in an instantaneous orgasm.

“Keep going!” she heard her mistress order.

“I want to do this to you,” she heard him reply, the crack of the whip underlying her mistress’ order to “keep going!”

His tongue became stronger and more confident, roaming around her cunt with gathering speed and enthusiasm. It lacked the intimate touch and surety of a woman’s tongue, but as she wriggled subtly to steer him and guide him, she found herself building towards another orgasm.

“Eat her!” came Ricki’s commands through the swirling mist of passion.

Angelica’s obvious rising heat inflaming his own desire, Adam began to not only lick her pussy, but eat it. Obeying the bidding of Ricki, he nipped with his teeth and slurped on her juices poured out of her. The slight prickle of his whiskers scratched her delicate labia, bringing blood rushing to the surface of her skin, but the beautiful pain only heightened the sensation of his soothing tongue running across the surface.

“Keep going,” she commanded, watching her subjects perform with natural fervour.

His mouth became a machine, his appetite unquenchable. He sucked and slurped at Angelica’s cunt as though his life depended on it.

Which, in a weird convoluted way, it did.

Just as Angelica was close to the edge, her arms and legs straining against her bonds in muscle-burning effort, Ricki cracked her whip across the Adam’s ass-cheeks, searing his white-flesh with a red-hot leather kiss.

He stopped his chow-down, staring at Ricki with bald-faced shock. Angelica screamed with the frustration and bucked towards him looking for his mouth that would deliver her an ecstatic release.

“Did I say to stop?” Ricki questioned in a tone that did not need answering.

He lowered his head back to Angelica’s pussy and resumed licking her in tentative strokes once again.

“Harder,” she ordered, tickling the red slash on his ass with her leather. “No hands,” she barked, sending his hands back to their positions on his meal’s inner thighs.

He responded immediately, clamping his lips to Angelica’s clit and nursing on it as though he were a baby on the breast.

It was enough to send Angelica into orbit. Her spine arched, every muscle tense, she gripped his head between her thighs and held him there until every last quiver of climax had melted out of her body.

Adam knelt up on the bed, his hands resting lightly on Angelica’s thighs either side of him. He was getting the grasp of this game. Ricki was in control. As much as he wanted to repeat his performance, and more, with Ricki and only Ricki, he knew now that it was not his decision to make. It was Ricki who was directing this play today. It would be Ricki who would tell him what to do next.

He looked at her expectantly, her face and compact body glowing with the power she possessed.

Ah, he would do anything to keep her, he knew. Anything.

Carefully, Ricki laid a hand on Angelica’s forehead. The captive’s eyes were closed, her body entirely weak and limp, her breathing slipping into the shallow whisper of the post-coital slumber.

“Do you love me?” she asked Adam again.

“Yes,” he answered emphatically. And he truly, madly, deeply meant it.

“We’ll see,” she answered cryptically, climbing onto the bed next to Angelica’s breasts. “Come here and kiss her nipple.”

He obeyed without question. Together they lowered their heads and took a nipple each into their mouths, working in synchronicity with their pressure of their suckling. Slowly, patiently, they coaxed Angelica back to the present, back to a conscious state. At least, to a state where she knew she was being enticed back to a state of arousal.

She let out a tiny moan as her senses reawakened slowly. Her eyes remained closed, but small shards of light pricked her eyelids, only shadows telling her where her lovers were positioned. Crouched over her on either side, then moving around the bed. The sound of a drawer sliding on its rails entered her consciousness, then the feel of silk across her eyes. She allowed the blindfold to be tied around her, assisting as much as she could by lifting her lust-sated head.

Floating in her world of darkness, she relaxed as her other senses went into sensory overload.

She drifted as she felt the bed compress as weight shifted around her. A pair of legs straddled her chest. She knew by the silky smooth touch of skin on skin that the legs belonged to Ricki, and she instinctively breathed in her scent. Yum. Pure woman.

Ricki’s ankles entwining themselves along Angelica’s arms told her that Ricki was facing backwards, ready to fall on her and eat her in a 69 position. Adrenalin surged through her and her vagina tingled with anticipation – this was her favourite position.

But then she felt the bed creak between her legs and panic set in. What was Adam preparing to do?

Before she could cry in protest, Ricki’s saturated pussy landed across her mouth. Her juices dripping into her mouth and down her throat drowned out her screams as Adam simultaneously plunged his cock into Angelica’s primed vagina.

She bucked and writhed underneath her lovers, pulling on her bonds. “Oh. My. God!” she cried into Ricki’s pussy, opening herself to more juices.

Delicious juices, she appreciated, her instincts kicking back in as she began lapping the cunt above her mouth looking for more.

Adam kept thrusting inside her, massaging a g-spot she never knew she had. She found her body responding to his cock in a way she never though possible, her hips rising to meet his thrusts in a rhythmic and heart-breaking sea of pleasure.

“If you love me,” Ricki said, looking directly into the eyes of her instructor, “you will keep this up for thirty minutes without cumming once.” She leaned over and turned the bedside clock in their direction. “If you cum before this clock shows 4.30, you will never, ever see me again.”

By the tone of her voice, Adam knew without a doubt she meant every word.

And he was torn in two with the anguish. His cock was inside a scorching cunt gripping him with a rhythmic persistence he knew he could never withstand. He was doomed – he would never be able to maintain this pace without cumming in the next few minutes.

His heart broke. If he did succumb to what his cock wanted, he knew his life was over. He would have lost the one woman with whom he wanted to share the rest of his life.

A tear forced its way out of his eye and rolled down his cheek. His mind screamed with the pain, twisting itself inside out for the battle of supremacy over his mindless cock.

Pace yourself, he commanded his wayward and head-strong appendage, slowing his rhythm.

“Keep going,” counter-commanded Ricki, trailing the leather whip across his shoulders.

“Yes,” he obeyed, pounding into Angelica’s cunt with relentless force.

On and on, he thrust hard and deep. Her muscles contracted around him in a vice-like grip and he felt her shuddering orgasm milk his cock to respond.

He looked at the clock. How much more of this must he bear before he could let his cock have free reign over the sensations washing over his entire body?

Fuck, only five minutes down, twenty-five to go. He squeezed his eyes shut and did anything he could to forget the silky wet heat enveloping his manhood. Think of elephants, his wild mind yelled. What’s the routine to start a motorbike safely? his mind screamed searching for a checklist. Say the alphabet backwards, his sad and sorry mind wept.

He was losing the battle. Grinding at full hilt into Angelica’s saturated cunt, he could feel her muscles tighten again. She was working her way up to multiple orgasms, god-dammit!

Another tear rolled down his cheek. A velvety soft tongue collected it before it could drop from his chin into the drenched pubic curls at his groin. Surprised at the gently gesture in such a desperate test, he opened his eyes.

Only to find himself staring directly into Ricki’s eyes that burned with intimate secrets. Secrets so deep he wanted to dive in a swim in her pool of love forever.

The jolt of desire both strengthened him and jeopardised him.

His strength came from the determination to spend the rest of his life looking into those eyes.

The jeopardy came from the incredible surge of desire her eyes inspired in him. That, combined with the pulsing muscles wrapped around his marauding cock, pleading with him to spurt his seed all over its walls.

Oh the pain! Sweat rolling from his forehead, stinging his eyes, he chanced another look at the clock. Fifteen minutes down, fifteen to go.

In front of him, Ricki’s eyes were glazing over, her gaze reaching far beyond any object in the physical realm. Her hands raked his chest, fingers digging into his skin, her breath coming in short, sharp stabs of sound. Her body stiffened, hovering over the tongue working with dazzling speed and skill throughout her pussy, and she climaxed in a whole-body meltdown.

The mere sight of his love climaxing in front of him nearly sent him over the edge too.

He was not the only one Ricki’s orgasm was affecting. Beneath her, Angelica was lapping the juices cascading down her face, climaxing again with the pleasure of it all.

Fuck, her shuddering cunt was relentless in its pursuit of his cum. Would this torture never end? A rivulet of sweat ran into his eyes, the stinging nothing compared to the pain he was in elsewhere. He clamped his eyes shut.

He felt Ricki’s curls slide against his chest, down towards his abdomen. He daren’t open his eyes for fear of what he would see – the vision of his love in a 69 position with the woman he was fucking would send him flying off the edge of sanity.

Not that it mattered. When he felt her busy tongue teasing his cock as it plunged in and out, in and out, he teetered dangerously at the edge. For a terrifying moment he thought his body would betray him. Worse, for that moment he wanted it too. He wanted to forsake everything for the chance to shoot his load in an orgasm that would have him reaching for the stars.

But then reason stormed into his mind. If he came now it would the last time he would see Ricki. “Hang on,” he growled to himself, clenching his eyes shut even tighter.

“Hang on!” It became a mantra, repeating it over and over, determined to distract himself from the tongue flicking over his shaft with each plunge into the sopping cunt throbbing around his cock. “Hang on!”

Then, he was floating. The mantra allowing him to enter another realm, where the physical world was of no consequence. The room swam around his vision, the breeze sending the curtains swaying in a noiseless underwater world. He looked down in painful slow motion trying to make sense of it all. The two girls under him were working themselves to another climax, their bodies gliding, floating, swimming as though they were mermaids at the bottom of the sea.

The clock hands swam, shimmying across the clock face. He squinted through his tears and exhaustion. After an age, he was barely able to make out the time.

“Four,” he stammered, blinking the sweat from his eyes. “Thirty,” he gasped.

Ricki looked up at his face, dripping with sweat, snot and tears. The sight of his pain caused the knife in her heart to deliver its fatal twist. She struggled for breath with its stinging pain gripping her chest. Her stomach clenched, and for the first time ever, Ricki felt a new sensation – remorse.

Gently, she laid a hand on his abdomen and slowed him down. He withdrew his red-raw cock from its prison and fell back onto his haunches. He had done it. He had passed Ricki’s test. He had proven to her his love for her.

He held his head in his hands while butterfly kisses were showered with heart-rending gentleness over his cock. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, and it was lapped up lovingly. He allowed himself to be administered to, still floating in his half-way world of consciousness and oblivion.

Wordlessly, she took him in her mouth and caressed him with a feather-light tongue. She made love to his cock with utmost softness and care.

“I love you,” he choked, his pain gushing from him with wet, unchecked sobs.

She raised her eyes to look into his. A lifetime of words were spoken, promises made, secrets shared. Tracing the words I love you too with her tongue, she brought him to exquisite climax.

In the crystal clear silence they floated, giddy with the depth of their feelings. Pure and enlightened, she had found what she’d been looking for. A worthy life partner who could fan her constantly simmering embers into roaring flames of desire. And love. Against all odds, she had found love.

Together they untied Angelica, her muscles quivering with fatigue. Ricki placed a brandy balloon in her hands, which she drank in jerky gulps. “That was amazing,” she whispered, gobstruck at how her afternoon had turned out. “But I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. I can see when three’s a crowd.” Weakly, she stood and fumbled with her clothing.

The brandy inspired warmth seeping from her belly eventually powered her limbs and she picked up her bag. Sparing a couple of minutes to watch the new couple climb under the white sheets and drift off to sleep entwined in each others’ arms, Angelica slipped out the front door. “Good night,” she murmured. “And good luck.”

Her world had been rocked by the tiny bomb-shell called Ricki Angelfire. With her smouldering eyes and pouty lips, she had enslaved her quarry with just a glance.

Angelica smiled. With a bit of practice, surely she could do it too? Especially now that Ricki was steering her course as half of a happy couple, the world had room for a successor.

Lifting her chin into the late afternoon sun, she made herself a promise. To carry on where Ricki had left off. To carefully pick and choose her lovers with the goal of changing their worlds.

First though, she needed some hot coffee. And after that? Well, who could say who Angelica would choose for her first victim?