Legacy of Desire (4 page)

‘Blast!’ she muttered.

‘You seem very nervous,’ said Jay, turning away so that she couldn’t see the amusement on his face. ‘Maybe you’ll feel more relaxed now that you know there’s someone living in the main house again?’

‘Maybe.’ Her voice was low, and since he knew perfectly well that he was the one putting her on edge he knew that she was in a dilemma. She could hardly come out and say that she’d been perfectly relaxed until he arrived, even though it was evident that this was the truth.

‘Come on, Jay,’ Pattie urged, grabbing hold of his hand and kissing the side of his neck. ‘We’ve got some important business back at the house.’

‘Remember,’ Jay called over his shoulder as he and Pattie left, ‘I need to see you at the main house tomorrow at ten sharp.’

‘I won’t forget,’ said Davina.

Jay knew that she wouldn’t. In fact, she probably wouldn’t be able to get the thought out of her head all night, and the realisation gave him immense pleasure. He enjoyed playing games with people. Manipulating Davina was going to be very interesting.

*

Pattie lay on the study floor, her mini-skirt hitched up round her waist, her silk hold-up stockings discarded and her long legs draped over Jay’s shoulders as he knelt between her outstretched thighs.

She was trembling with excitement and could feel her juices as he opened her sex lips, ran his tongue up and down the tender flesh between them and then let them close again.

‘For God’s sake don’t keep me waiting any longer,’ she shouted, arching her hips up off the floor, but she knew it was pointless. One of the things that excited her about Jay was the fact that he was a control freak. He gave her fantastic pleasure but only when he wanted to, and that, together with the sexual games he and his friends played, had opened up a whole new world to her. Just the same, right at this moment, when all she wanted was to come, it could be frustrating.

She felt him open her up slowly once more and again his tongue glided across her damp flesh. The tip flicked inside her entrance, circling round the sensitive nerve endings, and a searing flash of pleasure streaked through her so that she felt certain she was about to come. Then, as though sensing this, Jay once more
lifted his head and allowed her sex lips to close, massaging them briefly with the heel of his hand until the whole area felt swollen and hot and tingles of pleasure suffused her.

She was so near to coming that she whimpered in disbelief when he moved until he was lying beside her and turned his attention to her breasts, instead of the throbbing, aching area between her thighs that craved his touch so desperately. ‘Enjoying yourself?’ he asked casually, the fingers of his right hand gripping the tip of one nipple with increasing pressure until she felt it start to throb with discomfort, a discomfort that would eventually turn to a dark pleasure that was sometimes enough to trigger an orgasm on its own.

‘I want to come!’ she screamed at him. ‘Stop playing games with me.’

‘I enjoy watching you like this,’ he said calmly. ‘You look wonderful, so dishevelled and wanton.’

Pattie didn’t want to see herself. All she wanted was for her body to be racked by an intense climax, a climax that she’d been keenly anticipating from the moment she’d started arousing Jay back at the cottage. ‘What do you want me to do?’ she asked.

‘Just be patient.’

‘I don’t feel patient, godammit.’

He gave one of his rare smiles. ‘I know you don’t, that’s half the fun of all this.’ Suddenly his fingers pinched her nipple hard and she squealed, a squeal that quickly changed to a moan as the delicious, dangerous excitement coursed through her body and she felt her stomach muscles start to ripple. ‘I’m gonna come,’ she warned him.

‘I guess I’ve kept you waiting long enough,’ he admitted regretfully. Once more he knelt between her thighs, her legs raised in the air. This time when he parted her sex lips, he fastened his mouth over her swollen, aching clitoris and began to suck at it rhythmically. Pattie moaned with delight and when he thrust two fingers inside her, pressing upwards against her G-spot while at the same time continuing to suck on the bunched nerve endings that were the centre of all her pleasure, her frantic body finally succumbed and her climax crashed over her in glorious hot pulsating waves.

When the last tiny contractions had died away Jay pulled her to her feet, stood behind her and bent her
forward so that her long blonde hair was hanging down, almost brushing the tops of her feet. Knowing what was going to happen next she parted her legs and braced herself as he thrust inside her, driving in and out in a steady rhythm while at the same time his hands squeezed her full, perfectly formed breasts until, silently as usual, he came, his hips shuddering as his body slammed against hers in a final passionate frenzy.

Pattie felt him withdraw the moment his climax was over, and not just physically but emotionally. She thought how strange it was that a man capable of giving a woman such intense physical pleasure should be so disinterested in emotional contact.

‘There, now we’ve christened the new house,’ he remarked, readjusting his clothing.

‘Why did you make me wait so long?’ she asked.

He looked surprised at the question. ‘Because I enjoy it. In any case, you have better climaxes when you’re made to wait for them, or hadn’t you noticed?’

‘Of course I’d noticed,’ said Pattie. ‘But I wasn’t sure that was the reason.’

‘You should never try to analyse sex,’ remarked Jay. ‘It’s a big mistake. Either it works or it doesn’t.’

‘Luckily for me it always works with you,’ said Pattie, putting her arms round him. He stood passively for a moment but then she felt him stiffen and knew that she had to let him go. He wasn’t keen on physical contact except during sex. Early on in their relationship she, being a tactile young woman, had frequently taken his hand or hugged him, but he’d quickly put her straight in that regard. Now she knew better. It was just that sometimes, particularly when they’d had good sex, she’d have liked to feel his arms around her.

‘Something wrong?’ asked Jay.

Silently Pattie cursed herself. Jay never missed a thing, probably because of his profession. He even seemed to be able to read her thoughts. ‘Of course not.’

‘Fine. If you were discontented I hope you’d let me know.’

‘Discontented? How could I ever be discontented with you?’

‘Plenty of other women have been,’ he said calmly. ‘Now, it’s time I looked round the place with Clive, not just the house but the estate as well.’

‘I guess I’ll take a shower and freshen up,’ said Pattie.
‘It was quite a surprise seeing that girl’s work at the cottage, wasn’t it?’

Jay, who had reached the doorway, turned his head sharply. ‘A surprise?’

‘Why do you always answer questions with questions?’ asked Pattie.

‘Do I?’

She laughed. ‘There you go again. It only surprised me because she didn’t seem that sort of a person.’

‘If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in my line of work it’s that people’s outward appearances are very deceptive,’ said Jay. ‘Except in your case,’ he added. ‘You’re pretty much like I expected.’

‘Good,’ said Pattie, but when Jay had left the room she frowned, uncertain that his words were a compliment.

Alone in the cottage after her visitors had gone, Davina found it impossible to settle back to work. Jay’s presence had affected her in an extraordinary way. She’d been incredibly aware of him; aware of the way his long-fingered hands had reached out and touched her work, of his short brown hair lying flat and neat
against his head and above all of his breath against the nape of her neck when he’d stood behind her while she was working. She’d felt gauche, and worst of all childish in his presence, although nothing he’d said or done had indicated that he found her so. It was simply that he made her feel small. She supposed it had something to do with his size, but it was much more than that as well. ‘Pull yourself together,’ she said sharply, as she found herself wondering what he and his blonde companion were doing back at the house. ‘He’s nothing to you except your landlord.’ But even that didn’t quieten her racing brain because it reminded her of the way the will had been worded, and his own words when he’d visited. She was certain that he intended to use the clause in the will for procuring some kind of sexual favour, yet she couldn’t really believe that a man like that would be so desperate for female attention. Perhaps, she thought with horror, it was what she wanted rather than what he wanted. The thought was shaming.

Eventually she took a shower, deciding that this might calm her, but when the needles of warm water hit her flesh she started to feel aroused and to her
astonishment her breasts began to swell, the nipples standing erect, so that without thinking she ran her hands over the small globes. She caressed them softly, lathering them and spreading the bubbles over each nipple in a tender caress that did far more for her than anything Phil had done lately.

She was more aroused now than she’d been for several months and her right hand slid over her belly, working its way between her dark pubic hair until she could lightly stroke her slowly swelling clitoris. She could hear her own breathing, quick and shallow, and her legs were starting to tremble as her whole body tightened. Reaching up Davina unhooked the shower head, leant back against the wall of the cubicle, her feet either side of the mat and thrust her hips forward so that the spray of water fell directly onto her pubic mound.

Almost at once delicious sensations curled upwards, travelling through her belly to her breasts, and as her right hand played the water over her vulva she used her left hand to continue stroking her breasts, her eyes half closed and her lips slightly parted with the sheer hedonistic pleasure of it all.

She’d never done anything like this in her life before
but as her need for a climax grew she reluctantly released her tight little nipple and used her left hand to open herself up as fully as possible. As soon as the stinging spray from the shower touched the stimulated nerve endings her pleasure spilt and she felt the glorious hot, liquid warmth spreading through her while her entire body shook violently.

When it was over she replaced the shower head, turned off the water and stepped quickly out of the cubicle, wrapping herself in a large fluffy towel that she’d placed over the heated rail. Already surprised by her own sensuality she was startled to find that even the touch of the soft fabric against her skin was pleasurable, and as she dried herself her nipples hardened again. She knew why, but she didn’t want to admit it. The truth was that all the time she’d been masturbating, and even now while she was drying herself, she was imagining Jay Prescott, his lean hard body entwined around his beautiful leggy blonde mistress. It was this that had really excited her.

Once dressed Davina found that she was hungry and then, having eaten, realised that she wanted to work again. Without pausing to analyse why, she hurried into
the studio and within minutes was sitting on the stool, her pencil flying busily over the paper. She didn’t stop for nearly half an hour and then it was only the ache in her neck that made her straighten up. When she glanced at her work she was stunned. She didn’t know how she’d done it but the picture was full of the most incredible erotic passion.

The expression on the woman’s face was different from any expression Davina had ever drawn before: sensual, arousing and sated all at the same time, while the man had an air of command about him that had been lacking earlier. His possession of the woman was obviously total, his domination over her absolute and this, Davina realised, was exactly how it was meant to be.

As she turned out the lamp Davina knew, without a shadow of doubt, that this was the best work she’d ever done. ‘Thank you, Jay,’ she murmured, then shivered. If he could have that much of an effect on her work, what kind of an effect would he have on her life?

When Davina arrived for their meeting the next morning Jay was already waiting for her outside the front door and glanced pointedly at his watch. ‘You’re late.’

‘Surely not.’

‘I thought we agreed ten o’clock.’

Davina glanced at her watch. ‘What time is it then?’

‘Four minutes past.’

For a moment she thought he was teasing her, but quickly realised her mistake. Perhaps time mattered more in American courts, she thought. ‘Next time I’ll run,’ she told him.

‘It would be easier if you left on time. I thought we’d have coffee on the lawn as it’s such a lovely morning. Clive will bring it out to us.’

Sitting down on one of two loungers clearly placed there earlier for their benefit, Davina noticed how smart Jay looked. He was wearing a brown and green sports jacket over a white open-necked shirt and his slacks were a pale fawn, immaculately pressed. All at once she was uncomfortably aware of the fact that her jeans had paint on them, and there was a small tear in the sleeve of her cotton top.

‘I thought I’d like to kick off with a dinner party on Saturday night for six people,’ he explained. ‘A couple of friends of mine are flying in from the States on Friday, Todd Lattimer and his wife Tanya. They’re a nice couple; she’s his third wife and it seems like he’s finally found the right woman. They’ll be staying here for a few weeks. Todd’s a deputy District Attorney and my immediate boss. He’s quite an Anglophile and should love this place. It would be nice if you could organise a meal that he’ll remember.’

‘That won’t be a problem,’ Davina assured him. ‘Do he and his wife have any particular likes or dislikes?’

Jay’s hazel eyes were thoughtful. ‘Of course they do. What area of their lives are you referring to?’

Davina felt thoroughly irritated. ‘Are you always this pedantic?’

‘In my job every word counts. You have to say what you mean.’

‘But from what I hear you don’t necessarily have to mean what you say, at least not in court.’

‘Are you referring to American courts or your own justice system?’ he asked, seeming intrigued.

‘I don’t suppose our systems are that different,’ she said hastily, realising that she couldn’t afford to antagonise him. ‘In any case, I was referring to food.’