Free The Ninety Days of Genevieve by Lucinda Carrington

sounded faintly amused. 'Save it for your wife. Go home and give her a treat.'
    'I couldn't...' the man faltered in surprise. 'I mean, she wouldn't...'
    'How do you know what she'd do? Have you ever suggested anything unusual? Whatever you're thinking, go home and do it to your wife. Surprise her for once. I bet she'll love you for it.'
    He accelerated and roared off down the road. Genevieve had to circle him with her arms to keep her balance. Her exposed breasts pressed against the sensual smoothness of his leather-covered back. Her skirt flapped behind her. For all the protection her clothes were giving her now she might as well have been naked.
    'Stop/ she cried.
    'Why?'
    'I want to make myself decent.'
    'I'd rather you didn't bother/ he said. 'Anyway we're nearly there.'
    They pulled up outside an anonymous, high gate. He dismounted and pushed it open. The bike cruised into what had probably once been a builder's yard, a small paved area surrounded by ramshackle sheds and garage doors.
    He dismounted and watched her slide off the pillion. Then he stood the bike on its stand and closed the gates. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and he came over to watch her, standing with his booted, black-clad legs apart, his face hidden behind the dark visor.
    'Did it turn you on?' he asked. He sounded interested.
    She glanced up. 'Having to behave like a whore on a motorbike? Certainly not!'
    He laughed. 'Lady, you're a liar.'
    He was right, although she would never have admitted it to him. It was a little difficult to admit it to herself. It had turned her on. The freedom of it, knowing that she was unrecognisable. She would never have believed that the hard insistent fingers of a stranger fondling her could have given her a sexual thrill.
    She reached for the helmet strap wondering what he was planning now. Did he intend to take her into one of the disused sheds? Stretch her out on the paving stones? Not very imaginative, she thought, but what else could you do in a place like this?
    'Leave the helmet on,' he said. 'Get back on the bike.'
    Surprised, she went to straddle the pillion.
    'Not that way.' He walked towards her. 'Turn round.'
    She obeyed, laying with her back against the petrol tank, her legs apart. He took two narrow silk scarves from one of his pockets. Lifting her arms above her head he positioned her exactly how he wanted her and bound her wrists to the handlebars.
    After looking at her for a moment he pushed up her skirt and fondled her clitoris gently. The touch of his leather-covered finger made her gasp. She waited for him to unzip his trousers, straddle the bike, start to give her some lasting relief from her mounting sexual tension, although she hoped he would arouse her for a little longer first.
    Instead he stepped back. 'You're about ready,' he said. He turned. 'Gentlemen, she's all yours.'
    Four young men came out of one of the sheds. They wore T-shirts and jeans and looked fit and muscular. She could imagine them working out with weights. They stood round the motorbike, two on each side, and she saw their eyes admiring her.
    The man in black leathers said: 'Get on with it.'
    They each took up a position where they could reach her body easily and began to play with her. Unhurriedly. Expertly. One of them kissed her arms, his lips tracing lines to the crook of her elbow, licking and teasing the delicate inner skin. Another caressed her ankle, undid her shoe, removed it and lifted her foot to his mouth. He sucked her toes one by one, taking his time. The third man kissed her neck under the padded rim of the helmet. One finger stroked the underside of her breasts. He avoided her nipples although they were hard with obvious desire.
    Her fourth tormentor ran his tongue round her navel. She willed him to move his mouth down to her throbbing clitoris, but he did not. He flicked and tickled her skin. His fingers tantalised the top of her thighs but stopped short of her pubic hair. It was an incredible