The Black Room by Lisette Ashton Page B

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    Helen continued lapping at Stacey’s hole, slurping noisily at her juices.
    Kelly swigged from the bottle, mesmerised by the scene. She envied Helen the good fortune of being used in such a way and wished she was in her position. The thought stirred a longing inside her that quickly intensified into a burning desire. As these thoughts tumbled through her mind, she sniffed the top of the wine bottle and filled her nostrils with the scent of Stacey’s pussy juice.
    ‘Enough,’ Stacey said abruptly. She pushed Helen roughly away.
    The blonde released a small gasp of pain as her hair was unexpectedly tugged. Aware of her position, she moved away quickly, just as Stacey demanded. Placing herself on the bed, next to Kelly, Helen took the wine bottle and drank slowly from it.
    ‘Well, you’ve proved to me that you are lovers,’ Stacey said, leaning easily back in her chair. ‘So I suppose I owe you both an apology for doubting you,’ she went on.
    Helen shifted uneasily on the bed, wary of the mistress’s pliant mood. ‘There’s no apology necessary, Mistress Stacey,’ she said, speaking quickly and quietly. ‘Like I told you, we were about to settle down for the evening anyway. Neither of us minded having an audience, did we?’ she asked, turning to Kelly for confirmation of this fact.
    Surprised by Helen’s unease, Kelly nodded confirmation. ‘Of course we didn’t mind. It was –’
    She didn’t get to finish her sentence.
    Mistress Stacey broke in on her words sharply. ‘Regardless,’ she snapped. ‘Your demonstration helped to clear up my misunderstanding and at least, if I don’t apologise, then I should thank you for being so cooperative.’ She smiled broadly at the two women and reached towards Kelly’s dressing table. She calmly pulled the top drawer open and removed the hidden brooch that Kelly had secreted there. ‘And whilst you’re both being so cooperative, I wonder if either of you could tell me what this is doing here?’
    Helen and Kelly exchanged a glance. Kelly felt her heart sink and wondered miserably what punishment she could expect. She had only gone through with the charade of being Helen’s lover to avoid this confrontation. Now she saw she had gone through all of that and she was still going to be punished.
    ‘Kelly!’ Helen gasped. Speaking in a theatrical tone she said, ‘How could you steal Mistress Stacey’s brooch like that? Don’t you know that stealing isn’t just wrong: it’s a punishable offence?’
    Kelly stared miserably at the blonde, knowing that Helen was already building a barrier of protective lies for herself. It was hard to believe they had just shared so much pleasure and intimacy with one another. She studied the blonde’s face, stunned by her hypocrisy.
    ‘I haven’t stolen anything,’ she said softly.
    Helen snorted in mock disbelief. ‘It was found in your drawer!’
    Kelly rubbed a nervous hand through her hair. She shook her head unhappily and glared at Helen. There was a dangerous light sparkling in the blonde’s eyes and Kelly remembered her earlier threats of retribution.
    Turning to Stacey, she nodded as though she were agreeing with some unspoken statement. ‘Helen’s right,’ she whispered meekly. ‘I stole the brooch. I took it, so I’m the one you should punish.’
    Stacey raised her eyebrows doubtfully. ‘You stole it?’ A cynical smile played on her lips.
    Kelly spat a vehement glare at Helen, then turned unhappily to Mistress Stacey. She nodded simply. ‘That’s right.’
    Helen was shaking her head in a gesture of disgust, making tut-tutting noises at the back of her throat. ‘I’m surprised at you, Kelly,’ she said piously. ‘I thought you would have known better.’
    ‘Helen,’ Stacey said quietly.
    Helen glanced innocently at the mistress. Her eyes were wide with pantomime naivety. ‘Yes, Mistress Stacey?’ she asked sweetly.
    ‘Are you saying that you know nothing about this item?’ Stacey asked