was another long, unsettling pause and Robyn prayed that the mobile’s tenuous connection would hold out long enough for her to finish this conversation. From previous experience she knew that coverage in the Highlands was notoriously unpredictable.
‘Gayle?’ she barked.
‘… you’re out in the middle of nowhere.’ Gayle sounded as though she was halfway through her sentence when the connection resumed. ‘I figured it would be far enough away from the city so he didn’t trouble you.’
Robyn sighed. ‘He’s an agent. That sort will go to the ends of the earth. There are only two places where an agent won’t go and that’s heaven and hell. They won’t go to heaven because they can’t get in there, and they won’t go to hell because that means they’re working from home.’
The mobile was silent.
It remained so and Robyn cursed, aware that the connection had been broken. She cursed again and struck the steering wheel harder than before. The vacuum of silence from the severed connection reminded her just how alone she was.
From out of the dark, a convoy of wagons rushed towards her. The high-sided vehicles were emblazoned with gaudy colours and brightly painted words, most of which she wasn’t able to discern in the dull glow of her dipped headlights. The wagons were the only vehicles she had seen in the last hour and that realisation reminded her just how isolated she now was. With her mood as dark as the moonlit sky above, she fought against the threat of tears and bravely drove on.
* * *
Amelia lay in her bunk and prepared to sleep. The sound of the motor home’s engine droned idly in the background and the rock and sway of the road beneath them threatened to lull her into a world of dreams as soon as she closed her eyes. The only distraction was the passing flash of overhead lights as they sped along the motorway. Amelia pulled the quilt over her head, buried her face in the pillow and drew a tired breath.
After making love to her, Yale had returned to the passenger seat of the motor home, riding shotgun whilst Christian drove. The warm trickle of his spent seed slipped wetly from between her pussy lips. Every muscle in her body still pulsed with the dull scorch of her last climax. It was, she reflected, a delightful way to drift off to sleep.
‘Where are we going?’
The quilt was pulled from her face and Amelia saw Bernice blinking at her. The delightful aftermath of Yale’s lovemaking softened her usual feeling of annoyance. Amelia smiled at the pretty young blonde, in spite of her weariness.
‘We’re going to Holbert Manor.’ She didn’t bother to add the word ‘again’. That would have been unkind and, although she doubted Yale was listening to them, there was always the possibility he might overhear.
‘Is that meant to explain something? What is Holbert Manor?’
‘It’s a building that’s special to Yale,’ Amelia told her.
‘Why?’
Amelia considered the question for a moment and then shrugged. ‘Ask Yale.’
Bernice cast a glance in the direction of the driver’s cabin. Her pale-blue eyes were caught in a flash from one of the passing overhead lights and Amelia could see the reluctance shining there.
‘Perhaps I’ll ask him tomorrow,’ Bernice decided.
Amelia nodded, as though the conversation was finished. ‘Go to sleep now, Bernice. We have a lot of travelling to do and we’ll all be taking turns behind the wheel before we get there.’ She pulled the quilt back over her face, closing her eyes firmly shut.
‘Where is it?’
Amelia chewed on her lower lip, resisting the urge to be rude. ‘Scotland.’ She didn’t bother to open her eyes.
There was a moment’s silence and Amelia wondered if the woman had returned to her bunk.
‘Whereabouts in Scotland?’
‘I don’t know. I’m not a fucking a road map and I’ve not got a satnav under here. What do you want, an Ordnance Survey reference number?’ Amelia kept her voice low as she hissed the irritable rebuke. With less venom in her voice, she asked, ‘Why don’t you go to bed and go to sleep?’
‘I’m not tired.’
With her teeth gritted, Amelia said, ‘I am.’ She wished she could have taken back the words as soon as she said them. She had opened her eyes in time to see the flash of hurt catch in Bernice’s eyes but by then it was too late. The knowledge that she had upset her rekindled the embers of Amelia’s sexual excitement. She had wanted to simply go to sleep but now there were other courses of action open to her. Bernice was young and vulnerable and easily hurt. All of those things aroused a sadistic passion in Amelia’s heart.
Bernice had turned her back. Her shoulders were slumped in a posture of defeat. Thinking back to their modelling sessions, Amelia realised it was the way the woman looked after she had been properly whipped. With that thought, the glowing heat of her arousal began to burn.
‘Is something troubling you, Bernice?’ she asked.
The question came out as though Amelia was now sympathetic and understanding. It was a difficult façade for her to maintain but Amelia didn’t plan on keeping up the deception for too long.
Bernice returned to the side of her bunk with a weak smile. Her eyes were wide and innocent, shining with the threat of tears that she quickly blinked away. She stared hopefully at Amelia. ‘You’ll think I’m stupid,’ Bernice began.
Amelia shrugged and sat up in her bunk. ‘Then I won’t have to change my opinion of you.’ She watched as Bernice worked out the insult, and then gave her a reassuring smile. ‘Just joking.’ In the poor light of the travelling motor home, Amelia knew the malicious glint of her hazel eyes would be hidden.
‘I don’t like to sleep alone,’ Bernice explained quietly. ‘I know how ridiculous that sounds. I know I sound like a stupid, foolish kid but …’
Amelia placed a finger against the woman’s lips, silencing her. She wore a wicked smile that was concealed by the shadows. Even if she hadn’t been wet with the remainder of Yale’s seed, she knew her pussy lips would now be dripping with arousal as she listened to Bernice’s frightened voice. Keeping the malevolence from her words she asked, ‘Would you like to join me for a while?’ She raised the quilt invitingly, allowing Bernice to catch a glimpse of her naked body.
‘I won’t disturb you,’ Bernice assured her, putting a hand on the side of the bunk as she prepared to climb in. ‘I don’t kick or wriggle or make a lot of noise.’
‘Perhaps you might if I do the right things,’ Amelia replied.
She felt the girl stiffen slightly at her lewd remark and saw the flicker of hesitancy in her eyes. Her emotions were so clear Amelia could read them in the dark. Bernice was scared of lying naked next to a dominant predator like herself; but Amelia could sense Bernice had a greater fear of being alone in bed. After tonight, she doubted Bernice would find the idea of a lonely bed quite so intimidating. A shiver of anticipation touched her body. Her heart began to pound with the rising thrill of excitement.
Bernice climbed into
