Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan (37 page)

"No."  Skye looked away and Dee could tell she  regretted boasting about Sasha.  She didn't seem inclined to say more, but Dee asked anyway.  "What's she like?  Zoe."

Skye sighed, then pushed herself upright on the rock.  Her breasts swayed invitingly.  "Zoe."  She thought for a minute.  "Tall.  Red hair.  Pale skin.  Always angry."

"You can talk."  Dee shot back.

Skye looked affronted for a second, then smiled slowly.  "You love me anyway."

"I
want
you anyway,"  Dee corrected, determined to be honest with Skye on that level.  "Even if you don't have scales, Mademoiselle Mermaid."  Her hand slid over the girl's long thighs as she pushed her back down.  "And how is it that you have legs?" she asked as she parted them to gain entry for her questing fingers.

Skye's chest rose and fell, and Dee found she had to lean forward and take one of those pebbled nipples into her mouth, to taste it's salty flavour, to savour the warmth and femininity of it, and the way it made her stomach liquid with desire.

Skye made to rise, to return the caresses but Dee pushed her back down.  "Lie still.  Close your eyes," she ordered, and surprisingly, Skye obeyed.  Dee took this uncharacteristic submission as another gift and wasted no time enjoying it.

As Skye had feasted on her earlier, she now feasted on the much larger bounty of her 'nymph'  tangling one hand in Skye's hair to hold her head as she transferred her attention from mouth to breast.  Dee's other hand, beneath the water, was buried in shorter blond hair that clung to her fingers like silken seaweed.  "Tell me about Belle," she ordered, intent on retaining her current domination.  "Have you had her?  What did she taste like?"  

"That tarantula," Skye said, her breathing quickening as Dee moved down her body to kiss the undersides of her heavy breasts.  "She never lets me touch her.  She..."  Skye sighed and arched her back.

"Go on," Dee breathed, sliding further down until she was positioned between Skye's legs.  "Tell me what Belle does with you?" she asked as she gently parted the damp blonde curls to access the succulence she was intent on devouring.  "Does she do this?"  Dee tasted the exquisitely sensitive flesh, feeling Skye shudder at the slight touch. "Does she make you come?"

"Don't, Wendee," Skye said, her head shaking from side to side.  "Don't talk about her while you're...
Ohhh
.  Wendee, please.  It's too strong."

"Tell me," Dee ordered, lightening her touch, teasing the girl with her tongue as she herself had been teased.  "Tell me what Belle does to you."  Dee wanted to know more about the enigmatic
petit femme
who had brought her to this aquatic idyll.

"It's always the same," Skye panted.  "She talks to me.  Says things."  Her knuckles whitened where she gripped the rock, her body stiff.

"What things?" Dee murmured against the delicious salty flesh, wanting to bite, to suck hard, but managing to restrain herself.

"Bad things. 
Ahhh
."  Skye's hips bucked and Dee moved away to her inner thigh, intent on forestalling the orgasm as long as possible.  She wanted to hear about Belle and she knew Skye wouldn't tell unless she was given a good incentive. 

"What bad things?"  Dee bit the skin that covered the girl's hard thigh muscle, tugging on it gently.

Skye panted harder.  "She tells me a story.  A horrible story." 

Dee was intrigued.  "Does she touch you?"

"She ties me up in the middle of the pavilion.  Arms and legs... spread.  She tells me if I make a noise she'll stop.  Then she hits me."

Dee paused, captivated by the thought of the tiny Belle imposing her violent will on an amazon like Skye.  It sounded too incredible to be true.   "What does she hit you with?"

"That riding crop...  The one she carries.  Please."  Skye pushed her hips up and Dee moved back to the moist pink flesh that quivered so delicately under her tongue.

"Talk," she commanded.

"She beats my ass till it burns."  Skye whimpered at the memory and Dee immediately slid her hands around to cup those firm cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to hurt.  Again the hips rose.  "Then she slaps my breasts... makes them sting unbearably.  And all the time she tells me this horrible, horrible story."

"Do you become aroused?"  Dee slid her thumb into Skye's puckered back entrance.

"Ohhh."  Skye fell silent and Dee stopped. 

"Yes, I want it," she hurried on.  "But I want her to touch me with those tiny hands and she won't.  She just keeps hitting me and I ache so much to be touched between the legs that I think I'll go mad."  Skye's hips were undulating now and Dee knew she must be close.  "I want to beg her but I know if I speak she'll stop.  I don't want her to stop.  I don't ever want her to stop.  I have to bite my lip.   It bleeds." 

"Do you come?"  Dee asked, teasing around the pouted pith of this most delicious of fruits, moving her thumb slowly against Skye's undulations.  In.  Out.  "Does she let you?"

"Let me.  Let me," Skye begged, panting, and Dee felt a sudden
sympathico
with Belle.  How exhilarating to torture someone with the weapon of pleasure. 

She reached up and pinched one of Skye's nipples.  The girl moaned loudly and Dee felt a kick of excitement in her stomach.  She squeezed harder and Skye writhed against her, still panting, "Let me.  Let me." 

Dee teased with her mouth and penetrated with her thumb but her concentration was on Skye's nipples.  Pain, pleasure.  Skye moaned louder.  Dee had it now.     

"Let me.  Let me.  Belle.  Belle," Skye panted, her eyes closed.

Dee reached across to squeeze the other nipple, twisting it cruelly, and Skye cried out.  Her hips shuddered as the orgasm took her, but Dee, not content with what she'd accomplished, sought to prolong the spasm.  Her mouth latched onto the oversensitive nub of flesh and no matter how much Skye writhed, she wouldn't relinquish it.

"Make it stop.  Make it
stop
," Skye cried, but Dee held on, her mind exploding with the knowledge of her power as Skye's body exploded beneath hers again and again until finally the girl was whimpering in distress.  Still Dee rode her bucking body, eking out the last vestiges of sensation, continuing past the point where she knew Skye would be numb and sore.

Finally Skye stopped pleading and Dee found some reason.  Pushing herself away from the trembling legs, she stood and looked down at the panting, sinking body.  A vague, disassociated horror at what she'd just done filled her mind but she blocked it out. 

The balance in their relationship had changed.  She was exploring that change.  It was in her nature.

"I'm going to get ready for Belle," she said.

Skye's eyelids fluttered open.  She'd slumped into the water, her breasts bobbing just below the surface.  "Belle?" she echoed vacantly.

"I want to talk to her about Sasha," Dee said. "And meet Zoe.  See if we get on."

Skye stared up at her.  "You don't want me any more."

"I want variety," Dee said.  "I'm not monogamous." 

"What about us?"  Skye bit her luscious bottom lip to stop it trembling.

Dee knew she should be sorry, but if anything she was frustrated.  “You won’t explore,” she said and shook her head.  “You refuse to even consider letting a man touch you.”

Skye jerked backwards in the water, her expression horrified, and Dee felt sad then for all the things she’d never do with her. 

“I wanted to share you with them,” she said.  “I wanted to see Xavion fucking you.  I wanted to lick you while you were eating Christophe.”

The beautiful blonde shuddered, her breasts jiggling enticingly in the water.  “I can’t do that,” she whispered and wrapped her arms across her chest.

“Won’t do it,” Dee clarified.

“I don’t want men,” Skye wailed.  “They’re ugly.  I only want -”

“I didn’t want women before I met you,” Dee snapped. “Why can’t you try -”

“No!”  Skye hugged herself, gritting her teeth.  “I can’t.  Don’t ask me.”
           

“Fine!”  Dee closed her eyes, and in the seconds that followed she realised it was a pointless discussion.  Skye would never change.  “I’m done here,” she said, and when Skye opened her mouth to argue she added, "It's up to Peter anyway."  Then she turned and started wading off towards their pavilion.  Part of her felt sorry for Skye, but another part was angry.  Why couldn't people just enjoy sex?  Why did they have to make it difficult?

"I'm not worth getting upset about," she said over her shoulder.  "Belle will find you another playmate.  I'll talk to her."