body intimately close. The woman’s motives seemed innocent enough, and Amelia doubted that Bernice knew she was inspiring so much arousal, but even that naiveté added to her excitement. She draped her arm around Bernice’s shoulder, hugging her in a casual and almost platonic embrace.
‘Comfortable?’
Bernice nodded. ‘Mmmm … very,’ she replied. Sleep was already apparent in her voice.
Amelia chuckled softly. ‘You seem a lot more comfortable than you did on Monday,’ she observed. As she said the words, she stroked the tips of her fingers against Bernice’s shoulder.
‘Mon–Monday?’ Bernice’s entire body was suddenly rigid with tension.
‘Monday,’ Amelia confirmed. ‘Yale had us posing for the second picture of this current series. Woman in Control. We’d already done the one where I was dominating Christian. I was supposed to be dominating you, remember?’
As another light passed overhead, Amelia saw the woman’s colour darken. She grinned cruelly to herself.
‘I remember,’ Bernice whispered.
‘You didn’t look particularly comfortable, as I recall,’ Amelia went on. She feigned an uninterested tone, although her fingers still drew small circles against the cool flesh of the woman’s shoulder. Deliberately, she broadened each circle, allowing the tips of her nails to brush the soft, tender skin of Bernice’s breasts.
The model trembled.
‘Perhaps you’re just one of those people who hasn’t been allowed to explore that aspect of their sexuality?’ Amelia suggested. ‘Yale seems to think highly of you, and Christian is quite taken with you too,’ she went on. ‘But I don’t think you’ve ever had the chance to make love to a woman, have you?’
‘It’s not that I …’
Amelia didn’t allow her to finish. She moved her fingers slowly down the breast she was caressing and lazily toyed with Bernice’s areola. The subtle frisson of her finger on the raised flesh was exquisite. She casually touched the metal ring that penetrated Bernice’s nipple and Amelia’s excitement grew stronger.
Bernice was something of a mystery. She was happy to model naked. She eagerly adopted every exotic pose Yale demanded. She had a beautiful body and erotic piercings that made Amelia squirm with liquid excitement.
And yet she acted like the world’s most naïve and sheltered virgin.
Her lifestyle and character seemed so incompatible Amelia wondered how Bernice managed the conflict of day-to-day living.
And then Amelia remembered that she didn’t particularly care about Bernice’s character. Bernice was in her bed and there was a chance to exploit the woman. Nothing else mattered.
‘You’ve never made love to a woman?’ Amelia marvelled. In a husky whisper she asked, ‘Perhaps it’s something you’d like to try?’
Bernice turned to face her. Hesitancy was clear in her trembling lower lip. ‘I’m not sure that I could … I mean … I don’t know if …’
Amelia ignored her stammered protests and grinned. ‘Perhaps you’d like to try it now?’
Bernice shook her head. Her hands began to move up and Amelia knew she wanted to protect or defend herself. She didn’t allow her the opportunity. Kissing her mouth, she pushed her fingers to the tip of the woman’s nipple and squeezed softly.
She wondered if the pierced metal was heightening Bernice’s response to the pressure. The cruel side of her nature wanted the woman to suffer and she was delighted to hear her catch an uncomfortable breath.
Inflicting pain always made arousal more intense.
With a salacious grin, Amelia eased her leg between Bernice’s. She rubbed the front of her thigh against the woman’s sex, relishing the sensation of pierced labia touching her bare skin.
Despite Bernice’s mumbled protestations of uninterest, Amelia could feel her thigh warmed by the slick wetness from the woman’s pussy lips.
‘You want to, don’t you?’ Amelia panted the words when their kiss eventually broke. She could still see the potential for refusal in the woman’s eyes but that only added to her pleasure.
‘Feel how hard your nipple is,’ she urged, teasing the pierced nub between the tips of her finger and thumb. ‘My leg feels sticky with your quim juices. You want to do more, don’t you?’ She delivered the last sentence like a challenge, daring Bernice to refuse. ‘You want to do a lot more.’
‘Is that what you want?’ Bernice asked hesitantly.
Amelia smiled. ‘It’s what we both want.’ She stroked her fingers through the woman’s short shock of blonde hair. ‘And, once we’ve done this, you’ll want to do it again and again.’
Bernice frowned. The threat of a refusal hovered on her trembling lips but Amelia brushed it away with the soft caress of her fingertip.
‘Or you could go back to your own bunk and let me sleep in peace,’ Amelia suggested. It was a calculated threat, deliberately spoken to bring the woman to her way of thinking.
‘OK,’ Bernice decided.
Amelia stroked the woman’s hair and kissed her gently on the mouth. ‘I’ll teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a woman,’ she said, idly fingering the nipple and its ring. ‘And the first lesson starts here.’
Fearfully, Bernice stared at her. She watched as Amelia moved her body away and slipped from beneath the quilt.
Bernice’s meek gaze fuelled Amelia’s arousal as she straddled herself over the woman’s face. ‘You can start by tonguing my quim.’ Amelia spoke in a conversational tone. ‘I’ll tell you if you’re not doing it right.’ She saw Bernice glance towards her own empty bunk, then stare unhappily up at her. Ignoring the unspoken request for leniency, Amelia pretended to be concerned. ‘Of course,’ she enthused, ‘I need to be a bit lower for you to reach me, don’t I?’
Bernice started to say something, a protest Amelia suspected, and so she acted with haste. The woman’s words were muffled as sex lips engulfed her mouth. Amelia rested her weight on Bernice’s reluctant face and the mumbled objections tapered off to silence.
For an instant she felt sure Bernice was going to defy her. The woman lay motionless beneath her. Her mouth was pressed against Amelia’s labia but she made no attempt to use her tongue. The only sensation was breath from Bernice’s nostrils as she exhaled softly into the dark curls of Amelia’s pubic bush. Even that warm tickle heightened her burgeoning hunger for sexual release. Amelia was already turned on by the reluctance colouring her victim’s mood. Lying motionless and unresponsive beneath her, Bernice was augmenting her arousal.
When the tongue began to move, Amelia was caught by surprise. Bernice thrust her tongue deep into the inner warmth of Amelia’s sex. The blonde moaned quietly as she performed the intimate and intrusive act.
Amelia shivered.
She rocked her pelvis back, allowing Bernice to work on her clitoris. The solid muscle of Bernice’s tongue pushed wetly
